Jan 31, 2011
Jan 27, 2011
Jan 21, 2011
Off of this album right here. Underground MC's and some well know legends spit some dirty shit on this DJ Premier collection. I just read a Youtube comment the other day: "Even Ronald Reagan would sound good on a Preemo track." Ha, kinda true I thought, anyway cop this album if you're like me, sick of all that radio bullshit.
Jan 12, 2011
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Jan 10, 2011
It's that time of year again. Where I get an uncontrollable urge to have a mini ramp session. Thanks to my man Ryan at the Baitshop we were able to get a nice little session together. That was my first time there and the Baitshop does it proper. Nice little skateshop with some quality product, an art gallery type of setting that overlooks the mini ramp located below in the garage space. Got myself a shop deck as well, I feel good. The only thing that put a damper on the session was the fact that all of us ate a porchetta dinner earlier. So in order to drop in you had to dodge the lingering stench of leftover porchetta burps.
Support your local skateshop!! www.thebaitshop.ca Here are a few clips.
Jan 7, 2011
Jan 4, 2011
Oh wow fuck this ok, fucken fuck you Tim Horton's and your Canadiana bullshit that you push down my throat every month with your pumpkin spice muffin and your candy cane fucken suck my ass donut. You diablos, pushing your patriotism and double double high in sugar and poison. Let's all cheer fucken Team Canada, fuck you, how about we don't. Let's all go to Buffalo and cheer on the under 20's and scream "This is our game!!" and "It's in our blood! It's Hockey!" Oh, and now this, you horrendous piece's of shit and the fucken marketing geniuses behind all these ideas, a fucken Toronto Maple Leafs donut? Oh you fucken diablo bastards, keep us eating out of your hands.
the stumble i be, a beer i thirst
your chariot awaits, the door's ajar
henceforth we drive to college and bathurst!
we could have walked! thee wasn't so far
smells so sweet and decor quite fancy
look a rat! the size of a housecat!
upstairs hip-hop wednesday's let's dance thee
make our way down to make belly fat!
a nacho king crown, a 15 of wing
a waitress so sour, a face of sadness
and plenty beer glass that goes cling cling!
pains me to wake, a belly of madness