Archive for December, 2009

L.A. Internets FTW…

Saturday, December 5th, 2009

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I take it for granted sometimes that y’all fux with the shit I post on this site. I don’t believe that anyone internalizes these drops the same way that I do. How could y’all? That would make y’all as crazy as I am. But some of y’all are as crazy as me. Some of y’all live for the day that you can put on a Dr.Doom mask and green cape and just walk through the subway system. I salute the people that know what the fux it is that I’m about at heart.

The homey DJ Franchise from Know the Ledge hit me with a TWitter kite that the Macy*s around his way – killer Cali – had a few of these Marc Ecko Boba Fett hoodys left lying around and they were on sale for 50% off. You already know that 30% off is official, so 50% off is like, superficial. Ha. I amuse myself most of all with my own retardedness. Good looking on that joint DJ Franchise. I got a little something extra coming to you in the mail with that check.

During the Tiger Woods imbroglio I have thoroughly enjoyed the TWits coming from my Cali sweetheart Mz. Ahmad. She is one of my blogosphere heroines and I love that she always keeps her steez so fresh and so clean. When she gets tired of something she puts it aside and starts working on a new project. I love her energy and her style. You can find her alter-ego Aunt Jackie dropping fashion jewels on the internets now at The Recessionistas.

Everybody knows our homies N8 and Meka right? N8 isn’t from Cali though, but he started a weblog aside from his Nah’Right grinding to give the internets a look at some of his interests outside of the rap game. What?!? N8 does something else other than listen to rap and watch Hip-Hop videos all day? His new page is called It’s The Calm and he gave some space for Meka from 2DopeBoyz to give us the story of his ascendancy on the world wide web.

Cali internets work their asses off just to keep up with the info cycle of us folks here on the east coast. Make sure you pay a visit to these folks pages in your web travels when you aren’t here fuxing with your boy. Thanks, and you’re very welcome.

ThunderDome >>> SuperHead…

Friday, December 4th, 2009

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^ Not THE ThunderDome, but something like her.

I posted some updates on TWitter awhile back that rap music needed another superstar video vixen and why hadn’t some young, ready and able starlet adopted the nickname ‘ThunderDome’? Since SuperHead is off writing books now or what have you. It made me recall the story of a chick who rocked my world so hardbody I had to decline getting BJs from her lest she convert me into the Black Adam Lambert. For the sake of this drop we shall call her ThunderDome.

I met ThunderDome at the City-As-School academy in lower Manhattan. City-As-School was an alternative high school for the kids who weren’t able to go to normal high schools for a variety of reasons. I could say that we were all hopped up on the drug NYC and once you got the Big Apple’s horse in your veins you would nod off in a normal school setting. Most days you sat in a semi-circle for a few periods and talked about the things you got into around the city. I was assigned a jobsite location where I would work and receive class credit for that. I was placed into the showroom of a fabric dealer who supplied high end furniture manufacturers with upholstery covering. That shit made no gotdamn sense to me until I started working for the rabbi and I saw how he would source those materials for his clients.

ThunderDome was in my class and she was as fine as hell. She was built like a Amazon brick shithouse and she was only 16yrs old. I used to make her laugh along with the rest of the class because that was my true occupation – class clown. George Carlin does a bit about being a class clown and he describes my pathos to a tee. ThunderDome and I were cool but we didn’t connect past our classroom. I was into my shit primarily which consisted of running around the city stealing anything that wasn’t nailed down. ThunderDome was into her own lifestyle as well. I got a kiss from her on the lips when the school year ended but I didn’t have any way of acting on that gesture and truth be told is that I was still a virgin. I didn’t see ThunderDome again for several years and I never forgot her kiss. Come to find out that I had left my thumbprint on her heart also.

I want to say the year is 1990 or 1991 but I will need one of my NBA gurus to nail down the year that Jayson Williams graduated from St.John’s and was drafted by Phoenix. Williams was having a draft party at this forgotten nightspot called MK. It was a beautifully ornate bank building that was retrofitted into the swankiest of swank nightclubs. As you can imagine the bar was wide open. I have been going to obamas since the late 1980s and Michael St.Michael was the queen of the doormen. I prA’li dapped Jayson Williams. I know I gave a big hug to my nig McNasty Conrad McRae. He and Jayson were tight. It was like a Riverside Hawks Gauchos reunion up in that piece and the ladies in the building were on that same level.

There are different grades of ladies that follow the ballers just like there are stratified levels of players. Some ladies are like that dude that was nice but he never made it off the ‘hood park courts. Then there were the ladies that were like the college star who didn’t get the call up to the bigtime. These ladies are the chicks who got too hot, too fast. Their stars burned out quickly. Then there was the groupie that was a pro level thoroughbred. She had the thighs, calves and proportions that screamed first round pick. That was your girl ThunderDome. Wouldn’t you know that she spotted me up in the party and asked me what I was doing there? I let her know I was still getting around the city. Actually, I was selling cocaine in the clubs but that isn’t the kind of detail you volunteer.

When I tell you that ThunderDome was a fine woman… I’ve been fortunate in my travels to have known some badass chicks but this woman is the GOAT, mainly because she stood like a goat. Stacked to the max is what the OGs would say to describe her. If there was one thing I was good at it would be to play that role and I was on some stunting shit this night. You would laugh at how I can act like the fool who bought out the bar. I held her ears hostage for the rest of the party telling jokes and talking drunkard shit. I told ThunderDome she was coming home with me. She gave me that look like I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. I thought I did, but I was wrong. ThunderDome was about to put my shoes on a spaceship. We left MK and took a cab to Queens. I was in the cab making out with her trying to put my tongue on her lips. This is when ThunderDome stuck her tongue in my mouth and down my throat. Her tongue penetrated the holes in my gums where my recently extracted wisdom teeth used to sit.

If I had any wisdom I would have just payed for her cabfare to the Bronx but I had wanted to taste this woman from since I was 16 and I wasn’t about to let this chance slip through my fingers. My second floor flat was empty for the night. My roommate Polotron was off somewhere on his shit so that meant we could romp through the whole apartment. We got into it the second we entered the flat. ThunderDome was equipped with some of my favorite fetishes at the time. She had these big dinner plate areolas and her nipples looked like penciltip erasers. ThunderDome was the first chick I ever saw shaved completely on her snatch. It totally resembled a peach down there. I had my face all the way in too. My mission was to wear her labia like a ski cap and use the lips to tie around my jaw like a chinstrap. My tongue was a wandering that night and I was hungry like the wolf.

Now with all of our kissing, sucking and rassling I somehow ended up on my back. ThunderDome did some coy shit like nibbled on my flank and stuck her tongue in my bellybutton. But when she brought her face onto my manhood that is when she started to change my world. She got at me like you see it go down in the pr0n flicks. This never ever happened to me before. Yes I’ve had my dick sucked you clowns. No I never had anyone toungue kiss my taint. I don’t even know what that shit is but ThunderDome knows what the fux it is and how it works. The rest of this drop is gonna be some of the realest shit I ever wrote on this page. ThunderDome grabbed my asscheeks and spread them open then she put her tongue in my dootchute. That shit made me make some kind of crazy noise like a dinosaur wearing a helicopter backpack. Its hard to describe suffice to say I was being freaked out.

ThunderDome had to be exhilarated by my yelling because she went into my butt even more with her tongue. That shit was crazy. First figuratively, then literally. This wild broad stimulated my prostate so mean that I had an involuntary deuce come down. It wasn’t a full log but it was a turtlehead. The illest part is that she kept on sucking my dick. Oh my fuxing God. This woman is crazy, and I am loving it. I got up off the bad and pulled off the sheet. I wiped my ass with the bedsheet and then I climbed on top of ThunderDome and proceeded to gorilla dagger her pussy. I can’t front to y’all either when I tell you that I kissed her in the mouth. Yes, the inside part of her filthy, nasty, dirty, beautiful, gorgeous mouth.

When I got up off her to climax she nearly tackled me just to receive in her mouth. Oh my fuxin’ God. ThunderDome was righteously nasty and freaked out I just had to stare at her for what must have been an hour. I wasn’t appalled in as much as I was aghast. I just had some real live pr0n movie shit happen to me in real life. You couldn’t tell me I wasn’t that dude right then. Forget whoever got this treatment from her before me because when you think about that shit later on you might could realize I wasn’t her first assmunch. I came to understand later that ThunderDome was a busy woman. She saw me playing that role of a go-getter and that is why she tried me out.

When I woke up the next morning to go to work for the rabbi ThunderDome had already left. The only proof that I hadn’t been having a freaky drunken dream was the shitty sheet on the bedroom floor. I had a hundred dollars and some loose grams in my jeans pocket from the previous night. I could have sworn I had more money than that when I realized that a little yard was a small price to pay for the experience that I had. For the rest of the summer I saw ThunderDome at various club and industry parties and if I had some trap on me that I didn’t mind blowing (puns always intended here at DP.com) I would spend it on her. I never let her eat my ass again tho’. That shit was too fuxin’ good. You don’t want to get accustomed to that shit tho’. I’m sure many a motherfuxer has been turned out by ThunderDome. I knew well enough to stay in my lane this time so at least I wouldn’t have to throw away any more sheets.

Sean P Takes Us To Chuuuch…

Friday, December 4th, 2009

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I’m still bumping that Sean P ‘Kimbo Price’ mixtape.

What are you listening to?

P!


‘Weed and Hoes’ (featuring St. Maffew)

C.R.E.A.M.

Thursday, December 3rd, 2009

nestles

Yep. It’s not just white cats that be stackin’ they cream, because even white CATS get that cream.

Race isn’t simply just a facet of western culture, race IS western culture.

The Last Real Rap Nigga Alive…

Thursday, December 3rd, 2009

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‘So Disrespectful’

I have to apologize to all the Fisty Scent fans I might have ignored on the release of his latest album. I listened to the album once(but not really). On my repeated listens last night as I navigated through the internets I realized how much I enjoy this album ‘Before I self Destruct’. This is the kind of regressive rap music that my dude from Oz would enjoy. 50 Cent is totally the dumbed down version of Kool G Rap. Except 50 Cent annunciates impeccably. You can hear his threats clearly.

‘Before I Self Destruct’ isn’t so much coke rap or brag rap as it is revenge rap. The thing that makes 50 Cent’s blood flow better than motor oil is the idea that he has to exact revenge on people. Everyone. Enemies. Friends. Family. This dude is so disrespectful. I’m trying to figure out who made 50 Cent so angry. It shouldn’t be this hard to happy? Sure people hated 50 a few years ago, he was broke back then. Poor folks remind us of our own mortality. I hate them too.

‘Before I Self Destruct’ is at its best when 50 Cent gets personal. This is why he has been such a force in rap for the last several years. No other rapper names names like 50 Cent does. No subliminals or vaguely confusing slicktalk. 50 Cent will say your name. Yes. YOU. He doesn’t like you very much. Honestly, I don’t like you either. ‘Before I Self Destruct’ is the album that all the bum ass rappers are praying we don’t discuss. There isn’t too much manufactured cool on this disk. This is not Sinatra rap.

This is smack ya’ baby mama in the ovaries music. Enjoy


‘Then Day Went By’

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‘Crime Wave’

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‘Gangsta’s Delight’

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‘Do You Think About Me?’