12ozProphet

Even if you ne comprende pas, stick with it. Trust me.
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BAD FRIDAY…
See, Friday is traditionally the day a man recieves his pay. He comes home with a little extra pep in his step, singin’ some fly Johnny Kemp tune. You can’t tell him shit; he’s got the groceries. Maybe he grabs a little knick-knack or bric-a-brac for the kids, just a little cheap plastic Chinese something or other, but it makes the shorties scream in delight and tear up the house like they had too much Cookie Crisp Vanilla Wafer Flavor. Maybe he got some flowers from the Korean grocer for his girl, but the way she looks at him says; no flowers necessary, he’s good tonight.

But when you wake up early on a Friday to the sound of your girl on the cell beefing with Optimum cause your Triple-Play is done off like the Philadelphia Phillies and your cable box wont even give you the time of day…
When your banging on the bottom of the Bustelo can, but aint nothing else coming out…
Then when it dawns on you you can’t even shoot someone an e-mail to politely inquire about the status of your invoice, because Optimum got ALL your systems lockdown …
Na Good Friday.

Today call me William Money, a man of notoriously vicious and intemperate disposition.

So if you know me and you owe me, you better find one hundred ways like James Ingram.

Here you go… There is a tale behind this one, too. A little history for ya:
What we’re gonna do right here is go back, way back, back into time.
When the only people that existed were troglodytes…cave men…
cave women…Neanderthal…troglodytes. Let’s take the average
cave man at home, listening to his stereo. Sometimes he’d get up,
try to do his thing. He’d begin to move, something like this:
“Dance…dance”. When he got tired of dancing alone, he’d look
in the mirror: “Gotta find a woman gotta find a woman gotta find a
woman gotta find a woman”. He’d go down to the lake where all the
woman would be swimming or washing clothes or something. He’d look
around and just reach in and grab one. “Come here…come here”.
He’d grab her by the hair. You can’t do that today, fellas, cause
it might come off. You’d have a piece of hair in your hand and she’d
be swimming away from you (ha-ha). This one woman just lay there,
wet and frightened. He said: “Move…move”. She got up. She was a
big woman. BIG woman. Her name was Bertha. Bertha Butt. She was one
of the Butt sisters. He didn’t care. He looked up at her and said:
“Sock it to me sock it to me sock it to me sock it to me sock it to me
sock it to me sock it to me sock it to me!”. She looked down on him.
She was ready to crush him, but she began to like him. She said :
“I’ll sock it to ya, Daddy”. He said: “Wha?”. She said :
“I’ll sock it to ya, Daddy”. You know what he said? He started it way
back then. I ain’t gonna lie to you. When she said:
“I’ll sock it to ya, Daddy” he said “Right on! Right on! Hotpants!
Hotpants! Ugh…ugh…ugh”.
The party was jumpin’ when Bertha got off o’ her stump,
The whistles were blowin’ and everybody did the “Bump”.
But all the time Bertha had been workin’ on her goodie,
Now folks call it “The Bertha Butt Boogie”.
When Bertha Butt did her goodie,
She started “The Bertha Butt Boogie”.
No question.
When Bertha got movin’ her hips were hummin’ in the wind,
The ground started shakin’ - no grass grew where she’d been!
The music was poppin’, the crowd had formed a ring,
Her sisters yelled, “Boogie, Bertha, do your thing!”.
Uh, for your information, Bertha had three sisters,
Betty Butt, Bella Butt and Bathsheba Butt.
When Bertha Butt did her goodie,
She started “The Bertha Butt Boogie”.
I said no question.
Hey, Leroy, get away from that woman!
The boy’ll never learn!
Uh-oh, here comes the Troglodyte!
Troglodyte: “Come here, sock it to me!”
Bertha stood back and yelled, “Betty, Bella, Bathsheba!”
And the Butt Sisters backed her up when she yelled, “I need ya!”.
The Troglodyte, Leroy, Luther and the Butt Sisters all knew
That “The Bertha Butt Boogie” was now the thing to do.
When Bertha Butt did her goodie,
She started “The Bertha Butt Boogie”.
No question.
Bertha: “I’ll sock it ya, daddy!”
Troglodyte: “Me like, me like! Come here, woman, woman!”
Leroy: “Yo’ mama, I’m calling you, man!”
Troglodyte: “Yeah - the Boogie!”

This video is hard.

Ramona Falls “I Say Fever” from Barsuk Records on Vimeo.

A friend just sent me this link…
http://www.complex.com/blogs/2009/11/04/10-graffiti-artists-who-could-have-saved-chris-browns-cover/#more-70694
Check it out, there’s a couple familiar names up in there.

Empire State of Mind…

they call it MUUUUURRRDAH!

Free Tragedy

Children On Dust

Images from http://www.tagsareknown.com

Part TDS rollin’ T2B stylee in Italy (from http://hownosm.wordpress.com/ )

Tack FBA TC5 rollin’ cross country (from http://www.tcfive.com )
And I will be rollin’ to the PieceBook Reloaded jumpoff tomorrow night… I hope Cool DJ DOC TC5 will play some 80’s digikal dancehall…

“Who goes there!?! Briggy!”

WKS FAME CITY Rollin’

The Boys from Brazil…

The Girls from Panama













Angelo, I want your job…



Ms.Rosa Acosta for Supreme… Angelo, did I mention I want your job?

The Talented Ms.Acosta

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