this is the first necro related music I’ve listened to in a minute. Mr. MFN eXquire on the raps and Necro on the beat. I’m kind of feeling this, need to check out more of this dude’s stuff.
actually it’s about 7 blocks away from me, I was shocked it was still there. As a former hollywood video employee and someone who had Blockbuster threaten them with fucking collections for 7 dollars in late fees I hope they rot in chapter 11 to the death
Are you kidding me? Fuck your business model
(64) – MellowHype
OFWGKTA
BLACKENEDWHITE Re-Release July 12
Well this is pretty tight
just got a box of tapes in the mail! Thanks Jason, you’re the best crackertino I know!
Fat Cat Pauly “Back to Rap” (2010)
It appears the araabMUZIK aesthetic of hittin’ up nasty old Euro-rave choonz for Dipset to rap over has permeated the digital crates of actual Harlem producers for the neighbourhood’s perennial mixtape stooges if Back To Rap by Fat Cat Pauly is anything to go by. The nasty old Euro-rave choon in question here is a live version of Kernkraft 400 by Zombie Nation, and, oh my lord, Back To Rap goes hella hard in the U.V paint thanks to it
I’ve been pushing a “Sandstorm (Remix feat Twista)” track for so long. fuck with me
Sandstorms needs to die
during Extortion’s set at Chaos
I don’t like being from where ever the fuck I live. I’ve always been the dude from another place. When i go anywhere i claim SF, in SF I’m still from Texas, in Arizona I was from Texas, for a bit in Texas I was from AZ, but originally in Tx I was from Mexico. The point is for some reason I’ve always repped the fact that I wasn’t from there, that I wasn’t like YOU. I was built from a different plan, no matter what. I’ve always had a disdain for the born and raised, that was always so boring to me. Like a bitch who married his high school sweetheart. I view it as the weak fuck who settled for where his nuts were the bluest.
I mean yeah it’s cool to be an OG but for me I was always the new kid, the one building a different rep, with friends who were always cooler than you lames from what ever new school I was at. I’m coming up on 9 years in SF, the city has been good too me, took me years before I would rock an SF hat just out of the principle of the shit but I still ride for texas.
Texas built me, the humidity is a hug from a wind that loves me. Texas knows what color I am suppose to be. SF has been trying to change that shade for years. But there is a reason I’ve never been away from Texas for too long, I don’t use maps in Texas, I drive places because of childhood memories, be it highway 21, the loop in Houston, it’s why I always look for the canopy of trees in bastrop, fear for jail time in van horn, fiend for a pint of blue bell, Austin is where I saw my first ToysRus and immigration office, can only be in lubbock at night,San Antonio holds the ghosts of lawyers, hate Dallas with a passion, Temple reminds me of friends I lost when their parents went to study in Waco, el paso is 4am mexirave, I met relatives in a Laredo greyhound station that I would never ever see again, the valley is a place my family hates and victoria was were my mom gave up driving, corpus Christi is where I was force fed shrimp and told my allergic reaction was just whining, Tyler is where I first learned to hate Jesus, College Station is where I learned that Jesus was a republican.I miss the smell of smoked refried beans on the muddy shores of lake Summerville.
I like texas because for all it’s imperfections it is a place that I will always understand. It makes me want to leave the bay, no matter how much I like SF, Texas is always calling with cheaper homes and a warm embrace. But like that girlfriend your mom liked you deny it. The bay has been good to me and I’m not leaving anytime soon but I always have to make the pilgrimage back to the holy land that made me hate so much.
This is what I type in my phone at 6 am in a hotel in Austin when I can’t sleep and am beat up from a week of moshing.