all eyez on me...

holes in my hands, holes, holes in my hands...

HORSE HOOF AND MOUTH, GETTIN GULLY IN THE SADDLE
SCREAMING GALLOP YR WINGS! WHILE FEEDING THE BEAST APPLES

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walt grizzly and famlay... merriment.
























five percent club. which is kind of like the 700 club.

i've been spending a lot of time at work researching the nation of gods and earths. i found a complete "packet"of information about them on their official website (NO WORRIES you can get it too, it's a .pdf, god). as a result, i've started working on a series of drawings about the gods. and the earths. beardos with bike caps that say "GODZ" mostly. and i think about how i can justify doing this. just another zany religion. funky.

this blog, on a whole, is very clear and direct.

family sitcom...

trailer for a sitcom that was shot in IKEA during business hours.

found this link on CABINET MAGAZINE online. which is JUST the best mag ever. this winter issue's issue is SHAME. peep game here. or just go buy buy buy.

we gettin arab money...

can you roll your Rs for ARAB MONEY?

hmm... i feel weird about kind of liking this. it's pretty fucked up... no, very fucked up.

anyway, the production group that put the video together does some really amazing work. you can get more of what they're doing at THREE21MEDIA.

and you can check their VIMEO page HERE. good rap shit.

OFFAL WAFFEL...

now, i'm not one to harp on one's appearance, but, unfortunately, this guy looks like such a douche. otherwise...

more about this guy.

captain beefhart. pork in the road. hang a west.

mindfuckery...

thanks for the tip, parlayersball. PAUSE.

whoa...

this is good.

rap magic...

this is old news, but it involves one of my favorite samples used in rap music: AL KOOPER'S "love theme from 'the landlord'"... here's a snippet of it following a jay-z song that used it.

the JAY song is "soon you'll understand" - produced by JUST BLAZE. you can see a video of it that features no video, just song, below:

it's a banger, but i like what THE ALCHEMIST did with it more. his version is "hold you down" and features PRODIGY (of MOBB DEEP) and NINA SKY. THE ALCHEMIST managed to chop AL KOOPER's lyrics in way to make the loop say "hold you down" - shit is bad. here's footage of THE ALCHEMIST and PRODIGY making the beat and writing the lyrics (thanks for the tip mr. g wiz... PAUSE).

finally, here's the video for the completed "hold you down" - unfortunately the concept of the video makes the song seem even cornier than it already is. WHATEVER, duke. the best part of the video is at 2:31. shop til you drop!

for all the people i work for, blow the four four for...

creaming yr pants...

nothing rhymes with orange juice...

STYLE BITER!!! this is JUST the worst. R.I.P. it up. dogshit.

LIES...

i was in boston last week and ate at this place on the top of the PRUDENTIAL building.

the foie was str8 butterz.

blog gras...

fuck foie gras, i eat fancy feast with tha godz.

let's give them something to blog about...

throw yr baby glocks up...

it's always real funny to write a rap. i say this because usually when i start writing a real heavy rap, the only thing i have to work with is like 50 nonsense one or two liners (or barz, what have you). BUT. i gotta start somewhere. so, i go to my blackbook that i write in everyday and i look for the hottest shit chicken scratched in the margins. the idea is to come up with a whole rap jam out of one or two lines or fragments of thoughts. or at least get an idea for something bigger. many times i'll pick a bunch of these little 5-7 worders and be like, 'i def wanna use these in the same hot 16, let's make it happen.' and then i sit and think about it...

welcome to my secret rhyme craft- something that i should work on a lot more than i do (which is maybe once or twice a month unless something weird happens and i write the words to like 2 whole bangers in a week). idears come in spurts, that's just how i do. so, the process is real slow. here's an example:

up until a couple days ago i hadn't even attempted to write some shit in a long time. so i was like, 'BET. let's look at the blackbook.'

the first page i turned to had the title of this blog entry scrawled at the bottom. 'throw yr baby glocks up' is the very end of the chorus of this pretty garbage jay-z song, "where you at?" featuring eve (when she was still xl) and amil. 'where my ladies in this place, who hold they (buddie's) space, when they locked up, throw yr baby glocks up,' is how it goes.

'throw yr baby glocks up' is a pretty exciting thing to say so i figured i'd work off that. also on that page, i had written "beast of burden." i saw that and i was like wtf. this immediately brought to mind bucks with tiny guns. so here's my rap:

trumpet the beast and burden it brings
with the hooveclop beat that keeps the dream grinding
parlay asleep, i bathe in goldleaf
and slowdrift thru murk in a sea of godskeet
idiot maw, let the spittle drip fall
and mimick the gimmick before i adhere to cat calls
blowin cancer-cause, blood of a bull in bottle
strollin side of rotten water, scrutinizing business models
we're in the land of dutches and Dutchmen
and some women grin red from a Jericho intention
walk like a duck as the 'j' displayed
but i'm blitzed with a fix for the guts to be grazed
mind hazed, phased, i watched as birds flew
not a sickness, but a scattering of wings toward blue

this is how rap works. two more goddam barz and i'll have a verse.

** don't get it fucked up-the 'j' i'm referring to is NOT short for "joint" (you know, weed). it is referencing the rap god KURIOUS JORGE, who had the hit, "walk like a duck" in '94. "you spell it with a JAAAAY, and not with a GEEEE." get it get it.

femur eadur...

the horse leg was big brown and filled with all types of muscles. i imagined it getting all old and shrinking and getting all weak. the gawd made a comment of this thought out in the open and loud. we maimed it and cooked it and ate the legs like some kingz at the renaissance fair.

blogspiration...

"ANYBODY THAT GOT SOMETHING AGAINST KEEPING A BLOG, YOU SHOULD STAY FARRRRRR AWAY FROM THE FOOL AND NEVER TRUST EM’. A BLOG IS NOT FOR EVERYBODY, JUST LIKE RAP MUSIC ISN’T FOR EVERYBODY. A BLOG IS INTERNET SLANG FOR A LOG AND IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT A LOG IS—IT’S WHAT BOAT CAPTAINS WRITE AND KEEP IN ORDER TO DOCUMENT THE DAYS OF LONG VOYAGES AND TRAVELS...IT’S LIKE A DIARY.

SO FOR A YOUNG, VETERAN, HARDCORE RAPPER LIKE MYSELF, THAT’S BEEN IN THE GAME FOR OVER 16 YEARS TO KEEP A BLOG ON MY OWN WEBSITE MIND YOU, IS GROUND BREAKING AND VERY INTERESTING. AND WHOEVER TELLS YOU THEY DON’T DO THE BLOG THING, THEN THAT’S THEIR CHOICE...BUT IT’S THE CHOICE OF A DINOSAUR WHO HAS LITTLE TO NO PLACE WITH THE COMPUTER TECHNOLOGICAL FUTURE."

**excerpt from PRODIGY of MOBB DEEP's new blog on vibe.com-- BECAUSE PRODIGY SAYS SO. read the whole post HERE. keep up with albert while he does his illegal gun charge bid.