12ozProphet

I remember the day Elvis died on his toilet bowl, it was my 10th birthday. I can recall exactly what I was doing when I heard that John Lennon had been shot. Sinatra… Ray Charles… the great ones.
Thursday, June 25, 2009 is a day I’m sure to remember til Alzheimers finally sticks me up for everything and gets away clean.
I had been planning all week to go to APT for the double album release party for two of my boys; Tame One and Kurious Jorge. Was I going to let the news of MJ’s sudden death put a damper on the evening? HELLS to the NAW!!! I just listened to Mike’s advice; “When the world is on your shouldaaaaaah…”  Yeah… I GOTS to boogie down.
As soon as I roll up on the block I see my man DJ Projects and Metro shilling en frente del building. We’re the party people night and day. 

Oh schnap! I’ts DJ PORN FC X-MEN LTD BOOM SKWAD!!! Newark’s Finest.

And there’s my brother Big Jeff Zulu surrounded by honeys as usual. Be careful what you do, Jeff, don’t go around breakin young girls hearts…

Brick City Stand UP!!! It’s the Notty Head Terror, Drug-E-Fresh, TAME ONE FC X-MEN

My man DJ Sucio Smash ( I believe that translates from the Castilian as “DIRTY F#@K”.) was doing the damn thing.

Wait, hol’ up… who’s that just rolled up?

Awww Shiiii-et. It’s Kurious Jorge (spell it with a J) in your area…

Hola Jorgito

Okay, wait a minute now… Brick City is ALL up in here…Uptown is in the building…

Bronx River is rolling thick…

But where’s Brooklyn at? Absent at functions? Not hardly…
My dude Poison Pen rolls in with the Emveez. Nostrand Ave STAND UP!!!

Just when you thought it couldn’t get no more Brooklyn than that, EVIL DEE walks in unscheduled, unanounced, and entirely unpaid, with a couple crates of Michael’s catalog and proceeds to do unnatural things to those records. BAD things. I mean he just MOLESTED Mike’s shit. It was so hard, I swore Mike would get up off that coroner’s slab and start doing the Thriller dance.

Now if you’ve never seen EVIL DEE on the mix, you might not understand when I say BAD things, I mean BAD, BAD things… not BAD meaning BAD but BAD meaning… well, just look for yourself;

Now, when he started to go back, waaaaaaay back, back in to time, back when Mike still had a nose and an afro, back when Mike was just part of a group of young brothers, the inspiration hit me and knew what I had to paint this weekend at the Harlem Graffiti Hall of Fame…
Stay Tuned, Party Peoples… part 2 is coming at you right after this short pause for the cause