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Twitter Is Trying To Ruin Rap Music For Me.

Posted in truth. by Jason Mekkam on July 31, 2010

Kanye West joined Twitter this week.

Duh right?

I followed the Louis Vuitton Don for a total of six minutes before I decided to pull kill switch and unfollow him.

Why?

Because I love Kanye West’s music so much so that I refuse to let Kanye West fuck it up for me.

Like the homie Noah Callahan-Bever say..

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Afro Punks.

Posted in visuals. by Jason Mekkam on July 28, 2010

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A dope lil vid. Cameo’s galore. I was wondering how the Mikey ended up on Pilot Talk, but now it all makes sense.

Ingish and Rocks crack me up. Why are ya’ll depending on NY tranist to get from A to B? I know ya’ll have to have a lil bit of that 2K9 money left.

When keeping it real goes wrong perhaps..?

Look out for When Fish Ride Bicycles dropping Neverary 32nd.

The Cool Kids: Afro Punk by Creative Control

You Get No Beats: Teflon Don.

Posted in reviews. by Jason Mekkam on July 28, 2010

Round two.

Welcome back to another edition of You Get No Beats – 1/3 album review, 1/3 game show, 8/5 good old wholesome fuckery.

My moms thought the first one was adorable, so I figure we’d give it another go, ya?

For those of you just joining us, here’s how we do: Imma go through the album track by track, pick out a lyric(s) that sticks out like a brotha on a hockey team, and then speak knowledge on said lyric(s). At the end, I’ll issue a verdict: either the album at hand gets beats or no beats.

Beats = For this album them strippers get extra hype.

Or..

No Beats = For this album them strippers turn extra dyke.

Real simple.

You got it? Groovy. So let’s get it in. As you can tell by the title/picture, the subject of this round is none other than the Rick Rozay’s Teflon Don.

Let the fuckery commence:

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Fat Raps.

Posted in smh. by Jason Mekkam on July 23, 2010

ex·cess   [n. ik-ses, ek-ses; adj., v. ek-ses, ik-ses]

–adjective: more than or above what is necessary, usual, or specified; extra: a charge for excess baggage; excess profits.

“Bitches think I’m livin out my car. All these shoe boxes and shit. Don’t confuse it boo, the stuff I just bought before I came to scoop you. Could have dropped it off, but I wanted you to see it. Confident but not conceded.”
http://www.lightningmp3.com/live/file.php?id=24638

Cream Of The Planet.

Posted in music. by Jason Mekkam on July 23, 2010

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Mos Def is nice. Ski Beatz’s 24 Karate School should be a treat.

Props: MOLLY WHOMPIN

Frog.

Posted in introducing.. by Jason Mekkam on July 23, 2010

This is Frog. He hustles.

Slangin steady. Monday thru Friday. On that grind. 13th & Alder posted.

Whatever you want..

A friend. A smile. A book of jokes.

Don’t matter. He’s your pusher.

And like the Brothers Thorton..

He got it for cheap.

http://www.lightningmp3.com/live/file.php?id=24637