This is It

Shout out to The Greatest.

There's not much to say that hasn't already been said. The King is gone, but the love and happiness he spread will flood the Earth for eternity. We adore you more than ever Mike. Rest in Peace.

Let's End Global Hunger the Right Way....

Shout Out to Ramen.

Much appreciation to you my friend, for your noodles have surely saved countless college students around the world from the Hands of Starvation.....Mastering the art of convenience and price, you have helped many overcome the tragic symptoms of "broke-nigger-syndrome", a formidable deterrent that has the potential of pandemic. As I savor your lack of taste, I smile because your shallow value only cost me a couple nickels I found in the laundry room the other day......

Your Future is Bright!

Shout out to College Bums.

I'm talkin bout them niggas that know damn well they aint students, but are livin such worthless lives that they got nothing better to do than walk around campus disgracing the hell out of the negro race. I'ma just let yall bum niggas know, the females aint feelin you and your eight-years-outa-high-school-but-still-wearin-the-same-4xL-gear style too much bruh. I'm just helpin yall out, brutha to brutha. And yah, old white dudes do it on occasion too, but they're usually just pshycotic rapists stalking their next score of females to dismantle their womanhood, so they don't really count......

One Small Step on the Face......

Shout out to La Luna.

How chill is the moon. Sitting in the constant shadow of big brother, homie gets like no respect sitting out there in the cut of gravitational orbit. I mean think about it. With personal responsibility for ocean tide, werewolves, astronauts, and the personal fav, moonlight walks on the beach{insert smiley face for the succeeding events}, he deserves just a bit of appreciation don't ya think? So, much love to the crusty faced, pre-teen, ever-changing, asteroid wannabe reject out there. I'm out like eclipse.....

I Need to Go on a Diet......

Shout out to Cannibals.

I'm literally waiting for the day that the cookbook, "Human Flesh: the Other Other White Meat" is published so I can go cop that bad boy on the low-low. I've been searchin for a nice recipe of steamed kneecap with a side of baby feet for like a good minute, but havn't been able to find a decent one anywhere. Do you know how boring back-of-the-neck sandwiches can be every freakin day? Of course you don't. Ah, well. Maybe I'll just go for a salad.....

Found It!!!!

Megs 4 Life.......

Shout out to Cousin Skeeter.

Ok, though this was one of my official throwback joints circa 1993, largely because of the wifey Meagan puttin in work as a pre-teen honey.....I now find a lot of things wrong with the concept of this show. Let me know, because I might not be informed, but since when have niggas been stupid enough to be down with a puppet for a relative. I'm thinkin this entire show is a perspective of all them trippin off somethin together. And, why did they make his COTTON hair so nappy bruh? Its like on another level of thickness. Finally, homeboy has the word "Skeet" in his name, which was why the classic Nick hit, Doug, was cancelled on the low-low. (Double Side-Shout out to the name Patty Mayonnaise...I mean, come on.)

One of the Most Irrelevant Derivatives.....

Shout out to Bootleg Flicks.

Am I the only one who actually enjoys the synthetic ambiance of a downgrade? The funny thing is that I don't see much of a difference between here and there, ya know. I mean, hearing people laughing in the background from the same jokes i've chuckled at actually makes me feel like i'm right there in the crowd. I don't even get mad when some fat woman gets up in front of the camera to take her bada** kid outside for a whoopin. And, who cares about the grainy quality anyway....it's just as if it was my fault that I got to the theatre late and had to sit way in the back next to the homie that's gettin domed up for the first time in his life. Shoot, all I gotta do is pop some corn, dim the lights, stick some gum on my kicks, and I got the full theatre experience......

Before the Beginning......

Shout out to Man's Precedence.

Real talk, like how freakin bored was the man upstairs before all this human race jazz went down? I mean He is and forever has been right....just imagine. Sitting in the void of perfect darkness for an hour would be boring beyond belief, homie was doing if for God knows how long. I can bet money the Lord was like the ultimate O.G. up there freestylin and what not to pass the time. That's how he came up with so many dope ideas for the creation of all creations. If he woulda added a few bars here and there to the Holy Book i'm sure alot more people would be more interested in reading. Imagine all the samples.....

Death has a Soundtrack.......

Shout out to Charlie Clouser's Hello Zepp.

Formally known as that end track in the Saw films where the infinity of twists always comes together. In anticipation for the latest addition coming to theaters soon (nah, I aint gettin a stack to promote, though I should) I been watchin some of the past films and yo, real talk, this joint is dope creepy. Aside from it's association with all those self-enhanced death traps, the composure really is actually done quite well. After coppin it, go head and take yourself in a dark room and let this thing ride. I swear that pig mask bout to make an appearance any second.....

Hit up the Sample.

Or illegaly download here....

The World in a Box

Shout out to Youtube.

Yet another unusual addition to modern facets of global takeover. Besides toilet paper and comfortable shoes, I'd have to say Youtube is one of the most under-appreciated tools we have today, simply because it negates so many other boredom savers. Bump buyin anything; cds, tv shows, even whole movies be stayin alive on this joint. And, surely any video clip that has been worthy of actually being made is somewhere in this condensed universe. From a dog that plays the tuba to compilations of tripping grandmas, and the first music video ever made to homemade tapings of a first baby's' birth.....peep just about anything with the click of a button. Ima warn yall right now though, watch yaself cause mind control is on the rise, ya dig........

Caught on Tape.....

Back Then it Was Just To Get By.....

Shout out to Black Star.

I honestly can't believe I forgot how ill these niggas used to be. Unknown to the general hip-hop audience, which are also referred to as "dumb", the homies Talib Kweli and Mos Def formed their own tag team back in the late 90s and dropped the self-titled album on the plates of anonymous fans everywhere. Though the not-so-super group failed to make a substantial venture together, dudes still put in work. I mean, back then niggas rapped like they were tryin to eat, ya feel me. With Mos' legendary flow and Talib bringin diction straight outta Webster's, there's really no way you can go wrong......

Peep they style....

....And friend, Common Sense.

Talk about Features....

How Fashionably Inconsistent.....

Shout out to This Picture.

Ima just go head and label this one right here, Tunnel Vision. Aside from adding some sort of unusual complementary factor, I don't really need to explain how or why this image is so dope. I mean chick is completely bringin' a new flavor to all these played out hoodies in circulation. Its a known fact that most of the heat emitted from our bodies comes from the head.....so who needs pants? And, though that hood is reminiscent of some ol' HP Dementor/ Grim Reaper joint, I can't help but think there is one fine honey behind that semi-robe there. So, i'm wishin this new fashion revolution into the potential transition to fame cause it's bout time to switch the style up. I'm out like half her wardrobe.......

Spongebob Aint Got Shizzy On Me....

Shout out to Football Head & Company.

Hey Arnold! is defined as, where TV animation meets perfection. Arguably the greatest weekday cartoon of all time, the show literally led to Nick's future downturn because it was that muthaluvin' good. I mean it was so entertaining I can't even recall why. All I remember is somethin' about a dope a** granny who new kung-fu, weird interacial luvin' between the homie Gerald and that smart asian chick, Helga and her uni-brow spending hours in a shrine of chewed bubblegum and closet dust, one episode bout a kid who miraculously survived thirteen years of scoliosis on his front porch, and the most incredible bedroom at the top of a boarding house i've ever seen. Where has all this gone? It's a distant memory that kids these days will never have the fortune of knowing.......

*Shout out to PBS' six yr. old ardvark for coming in at a close second......

Retro Ev......

Spontaneous Head Explosion

Shout out to Snipers.

I'm sure the eleven days of isolation, with no movement, sleep, or food, combined with 98 degree weather, stale a** breath, and self-defecation are all well worth the satisfaction of putting a bullet hole the size of fist through that nigga you've been restlessly stalking like the homie from No Country For Old Men (cop that joint). Unfortunately, after compromising your mission cause a slight gust of wind threw the trajectory a half inch off.....well i'm not sure how happy you gonna be with that week old doo-doo in ya cameos.

If I Aint Got You....Then There's a Problem

Shout out to My Oh, My Oh, My Boooo.

Aliciaaaaa....Why girl, why? I really don't even know when all this happened, but you got me like for real. I mean yall remember when she was straight gangsta with them tight a** braids, baggy denim, and what not. For a minute I thought you were lesbo all day. Well ever since she done switched the style up, but kept that tantalizingly deep, raspy voice, my list of super honey's has reserved a special place for you my love. All ima say, is she just that fine aight. She fine in so many ways.....smh. When I make my millions, dinner and a movie on me baby. Maybe coffee at my place afterwards.....Aight, skip the coffee. I'm out like them throwback cornrows.....

Are Yall Seeing This????

Thanks For the Dedication Lovely....