Dollars Make Sense.

Devil In A New (Overcoat).

Posted in visuals. by Jason Mekkam on April 29, 2011

She’s not happy with me.


What Sadness.

Posted in music. by Jason Mekkam on April 26, 2011

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What Sadness by Johnny Polygon

New Music I Like.

Posted in music. by Jason Mekkam on April 26, 2011

Cashmere” by Domo Genesis

Domo Says: “Swag me out bitch, in a $8,000 outfit/Ya I hear these other niggas talkin’ ain’t about shit/I’m on 15, these niggas on cloud six”

WULU Says: Weed raps/rappers largely fall on a spectrum. From the “I’m gonna smoke and drink more champagne and fuck your bitch” rhymes of Wiz Khalifa, to the “I’m gonna smoke and count all my sneakers and play Xbox” lyricism of Curren$y, to the “I’m gonna smoke and cry and cut myself” ramblings of Kid Cudi, the inhabitants of this niche sub-genere each bring their own new strand to the table. Odd Future’s presiding pothead is no exception. Oozing with nonchalant bravado and sneaky wit, “Cashmere” sees Domo’s drawl flow juxtaposed against hypnotic keys and sinister snares instead of his more familiar heavy bass bumps and deep spacey synths. But the overall effect is still the same.. Shit slaps.

4AM” featuring Black Cobain by Wale

Wale Says: “Dark side of town, baby mama blues/ When drama ensues niggas Ndomakong Suh/ Old lyin’ ass defensive ass boys/Why you knock that bitch up if you can’t tend it out boy?”

WULU Says: Wale is so good at those sports wordplay/simile/metaphor-type things he does.

Last week I was caught in an argument between the homie LaGreezy and the homie JJ over the Wale’s rap’s worth (JJ thought dude was the nicest, LaGreezy wouldn’t piss on Wale’s raps to put them out). My opinion rests in the middle. For the record I like Wale. I have for a while. After I heard A Mixtape About Nothin back when, I was sure dude was up next. Be he wasn’t. Because he’s the Portland Trail Blazers of hip-hop. The potential is there. The talent’s apparent. I wanna believe they/he has what it takes to go all the way. But deep down.. I know.. They/he won’t. Because.. A mental miscalculation here. An egregious misstep there. A lack of heart down the stretch. A loss of identity.. Failure. One can only take so much loosing before it becomes unsettling. And that’s my problem with Wale. He’s kind of a perennial loser.


Ink My Whole Body?

Posted in truth. by Jason Mekkam on April 24, 2011

I want to get tattoos. I have been for a minute. But I’m a whore to indecision. Ink is so permanent. I keep changing my mind. Going back and forth. Forth and back.

All my friends have tattoos. And they keep getting more. I’m jealous. So I make fun of them. I tell them how hard they are with their tattoos. On their arms. On their backs. I tell them how girls must be finding them so sexy. With their skinned all marked up. “Haha” I say on the outside. But on the inside I weep. Like a fat woman on Valentine’s Day.

I’m a man though. I need to make a decision. Because that’s what men do. They decide shit. So I made a list. Of pros.. (They’ll make me cooler. Hoes will start feelin’ me hella. I’m already black and tall and pretty toned so tattoos will only make me that more intimidating which would be cool). And cons.. (Shit is forever. Forever ever. Forever ever. If I don’t die young me tats are gonna look wack old. Tattoos might make it more difficult for me to sell out to cooperate America). Unfortunately, however, I’m still not sure.

I don’t know. What do you think? Should I ink my whole body up and not give a motherfuck? Also, keep in mind, if I were to get tatted it would be of Nok artwork payin tribute to my heritage (I love you grandma). And it would be on my arm. Like some kinda half-sleeve deal. Or my face. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuur!

Youth Knows No Pain.

Posted in visuals. by Jason Mekkam on April 24, 2011

At 1:17 in the AM. This chick behind us in the check-out was trying to buy whipped cream. And only whipped cream..

Covert Coup.

Posted in music. by Jason Mekkam on April 20, 2011

4/20 is such a non-holiday. As if potheads really need a reason to set ablaze that earth.. Shucks, next time you run into your local pothead ask him what’s the significance behind the date. Do it. Bet you many Monopoly moneys he won’t know. And even if he does, lord knows his cranium on cannabis won’t remember..

For suitors of Miss Mary Jane wishing for a soundtrack to go along with their heavy courtship this 20th of April, the Hot Spitta presents this present. Covert Coup sees it’s entire production done by Alchemist and it slaps grandmothers. The EP is short but very stick-icky sweet. “BBS” and “Scottie Pippens” are my favorite tracks so far. I don’t smoke weed, but I sure do love me some marijuana music.. Too on that note, now that I think about it, every girl I’ve dated has been a steadfast lover of them green crumbled erbs.

Iunno what the fuck that’s about..

Download (via 2dopeboyz): Curren$y x Alchemist – Covert Coup