thank god kids in dallas are still making music about mean mugging and beating fools up in the club. Someone tell DSR to step up cause the youngsters are picking up the slack. The barking in the background is what makes this shit though, also the shitty vocal recording turned up too loud, another trait leftover from the DSR legacy. I love that shit though, bang that shit
WE CAN HANG LIKE A HANGER
Why your mom is mad you didn’t call her back and why you didn’t.
(via monique-r)
she is, although my dad figured out email works best with me. Fuck taking a call in the middle of some shit just to fucking chat.
These are my favorite screwdrivers ever. I grew up using craftsman tools, I’ve had some pro Stanleys, used westwards, WIHA, Proto, Snap-On, even that garbage shit they sell at Autozone, and all kind of other random cheap ass bullshit screwdrivers. Nothing beats these Kleins though. I started using kleins 7 years ago and never looked back. I have yet to snap one of their screwdrivers.
The large screwdriver handle is actually broken in the middle from dropping a door on it but the rubber grip is holding it together tight enough that I can still use it to remove rusted out hinge screws. The tips on their phillips have never fucked me so as someone who uses at least one of these almost every goddamn day of my life I ride for these screwdrivers hard as fuck.
North Memphis Playa Click – Macks About His Hustle
DJ Kid Slizzard Presents: For The Weed Smokers (Mixtape, 2010)
I feel compelled to share almost all of what KS does over at Twankle & Glisten (because I’m a reposter, not a blogger), but these cassette mixes are especially great. This is the fifth installment in the T&G mix series, and will undoubtedly serve as my weekend soundtrack to exploring the Bay.
Many of these tracks, like “Roll Something,” “Coughee,” “Smokin’ Chicken,” and “Bammer Weed,” we used to play heavily when I was growing up (though I was forced to covertly buy rap CDs/cassettes when out from under my parents’ “No Parental Advisory” rule) , so the nostalgia here is pretty thick.
But really, Slizzard says it best:
My love of rap music and my preference for the rap music in this blog over the rap music not in this blog – comes from weed. When I was a teenager weed was like an iron and rap CD-Rs were like secret messages lemon juiced on paper. It seemed there was an evolutionary biology behind it, a perfect synchronicity. Rhythm’d tricks of sensation like smoke and mirrors, the non-linear flow of Mr. Show segues, samples that float like disaffected memories over a field of bass and slang – a drugged language…
Well, fuck. I can’t explain it to you, you feel it or you don’t.
-$M
(via T&G)
Dude’s Get Buck mixtape is always in my rotation
mummy swag rap, zompire joint though is better
zombie swag rap
Nemesis – Go Ron C
