1. If you haven’t seen this picture of Serg yet, get your weight up.

2. I need to put a link to this dude up cuz he’s putting in work over at Lemon-Red. That post has got the new David Banner single and that fucking great “chain hangs down to my di-hi-hiiiiick” track “So Icey” in VBR if you picked up the lower bitrate mp3 off gel and weave. I can’t really say I’m feeling either of those sneakers tho man.

3. The new David Banner album will be out July 19th and will feature Talib Kweli, Dead Prez, Jagged Edge, Lil Jon, Jadakiss and Too $hort. Its gonna be called Certified. I know this cuz I read an interview.

4. We get like non-fucking-stop search engine hits for that “Drop It Like It’s Hot” remix with Jay-Z. So here it is again. And again. And again. Pick it up, fool.

5. I mentioned a couple days ago that my favorite bomb-a-drop voicings were the more R&B cuts, and said that Brick and Lace’s “Gonna Be Starting Something” could be huge. Judge for yourself. Serg, don’t even bother homie. But yeah this is a total dancehall-R&B-pop gem. They should get Little X to do a video, like the one he did for Wayne Wonder, sparkling beach and colorful sets and girls dancing, but instead of that yearning “No Letting Go” stylee all the girls would be smiling uncontrollably and jumping around, lots of blues, greens and reds, a beach party, but loose clothing and everything looks cool like there’s a breeze blowing and the video would end at night, everyone still dancing with mosquito torches.

Brick and Lace – Gonna Be Starting Something

So while I was in Texas we made a stop in Houston to hang out with Matt from houstonsoreal. Spent the evening eating taco’s and drinking shiner but at some point Matt breaks out this tape that he just got in the mail over at KPFT. There was a letter with it stating that this dude Judas had actually produced this tape in prison. It wasn’t some recorded phone conversation. I don’t know how these dudes snuck in equipment but they got that shit in there. I’m thinking they just got a tape recorder in there and did it up. He played the tape as I read this dude’s letter and I really had no idea what the fuck I was about to hear. I was pretty surpised by the quality of the song. It’s not the best sound but fuck the song is actually not that bad. The beat isn’t going to blow you away but considering the conditions under which it was made I’m pretty impressed by it. Shit it took some balls just to mail the tape because the prison staff reads all that shit before they let it out. Anyways download this shit because these dudes are just trying to be heard even if they are behind bars.

Judas – Damage Control Intro

My friend Patrick sent me some blends he did the other night. He’s a dj out in fucking New Hampshire; goes by the name The Beat Pervert. He’s got Headbussa over the Gameover beat, Dat’s Me over Still Tippin and then there is Go DJ over HipHop. This isn’t some wacked out mashup bullshit but it’s cuteness so I figured I’d post it up just for the fuck of it. The first 3 of these mp3′s play into each other so you can have your own little 6 minutes blend fest if you so choose.

1, 2, 3, 4

I just watched “Grubbing With A Thug” today on MTV2 but it airs again on Mon 03/28 @ 5:30 PM and Fri 04/01 @ 10:00 AM, all times are eastern. Trick made some honey glazed ham, greens, and macaroni & cheese. His mac & cheese looked pretty brutal. Between steps they play videos and shit but I think they should have tried to make it more like a cooking show. Fuck they didn’t even list recipes or anything; although he did list some ingredients to his seasoning which was dirt and roach leaves. Trick did call out any challengers that think they can top his shit to come on the show and battle it out. We’ll see what happens with the show but I’d like to see him wreck a motherfucker like Rachel Ray.

Snoop, Justin and Uncle Charlie – Signs (video – 40mb)

I mean is anyone not feeling this? It’s like the perfect springtime jam.

(via 15minutestolive.)

It dropped March 21, according to greensleeves, although I couldnt find any copies when i was in chicago.

1-Macka Diamond/Mad Cobra Mih Nuh Dun
2-Nina Sky/Cham Turnin Me On
3-Delly Rank/Voicemail/Bogle We Di Time
4-Macka Diamond Mr Teki Back
5-Vybz Too Fucky Fucky
6-Beenie Man Ziggy Zung
7-Macka Diamond/Lexxus And Banz
8-Vybz Dutty Panty
9-Sizzla I’m Wit The Girls
10-Voicemail Do What You Feel Like
11-Vybz/Spragga Correction
12-Mad Cobra Switch
13-Beenie Man Three Laws
14-Capleton Free Up
15-Vybz School Bus
16-Beenie Man Dance to the Chaka
17-Bounty Killer Warlock Walk
18-Busy Signal Wuk Gal

I’ve heard mixed things about the comp on ILM but everyone on ILM kept saying 2004 was worse than 2003 when my experience was different so we’ll see what happens. ha @ “spragga correction.” Check out “Switch.”

While yr waiting here’s my favorite Kartel song from last year over the gun clap rhythm. All you dudes mixing grime and rap should throw this in with “Cock Back.”

Vybz Kartel – Double Down

And fuck here’s one of the hotter fucking rhythms this year, bomb-a-drop. Its super-fast, bass heavy buzz, total dance track, perfect sweatdrop dancefloor workout. This isnt my favorite voicing on it – I like the R&B ones better over this synthy almost-house beat (“Gonna Be Startin Something” could be mega), but its another Vybz track so whatever. This just means you have to cop.

Vybz Kartel – No Apology

picture via houstonsoreal

So while I was in Austin for SXSW I made it a point to roll by MusicMania and pick up some music. MusicMania doesn’t really offer any great deals or anything but the main reason to roll through is because when it comes to Texas shit they pretty much carry everything out there. Their new vinyl selection is pretty pitiful, shit I think they had about 30 records in the new hiphop section. They got a bunch of older 45′s and lp’s on the other side of the store but their prices can be a little on the higher end, like something you’d expect to go for a 1-2 dollars is like 5 bucks or something. Another reason to hit up MusicMania is because there is a good chance you’ll run into some rapper trying to sell his shit out front so you can come up on some deals through them but that requires said rapper to actually be good which usually turns out to not be the case. It’s usually some fucking high school kid trying to pedal his shit high school talent show demo.

Whatever though, the point is that when I was there I saw this 12″ by Deep called “Dat’s Wassup” and it features Slim Thug and Lenny Lenn on it. I had no idea who Deep was but figured for $3.99 it was worth picking up. The shitty part was that I wouldn’t be able to find out if it sucked until I got home to San Francisco and played that shit. Fast forward a couple days and I break it out. The beat comes in with borrowing classic hiphop tones with some good old hyped up guitar cuts and bells rocking. It’s some classic 80′s new york hiphop shit meets poppin cadillac trunks and dropping screens in candy coated slabs. The beat is dope and Deep rocks it properly with his boy Lenny Lenn. The explicit version of the song is by far my favorite version just cause I approve of any song that encourages yelling “WHAT THE FUCK!” Now I’m kicking myself in the ass for not buying doubles of this shit.

Oh and me being the swift bastard that I am I didn’t even realize that the Deep performing at SXSW was the same guy whose 12″ I bought so I’m annoyed at myself for missing his performance. Whatever though, Deep’s album is out now and it’s called “In Trunks Now.” He’s got a gang of collabs going down on it with artists like Slim Thug, David Banner, Too Short, Big Moe, Papa Rue, C-Note, Lenny Lenn, Billy Cook and who knows who else.

Dat’s Wassup feat Slim Thug & Lenny Lenn

buy In Trunks Now here

State Property?

More like Kate Dockerty!

So, this should make Serg happy. These State Prop dudes are acting way girlier than me. Shouts to cultstatus for the heads-up on the link.

Click me.

Highlights include:

- Peedi Crack saying: “I don’t f— with Dame Dash at all…I f— with Beans and Biggs. I can’t be around [Dash]. I can’t be on that side of the fence. I hollered at Jay; Jay said he got my contract, and I can go with him. I left it at that. I was happy being with Jay…He don’t listen. He’s so smart, he’s dumb. He’s got so much money, he thinks he’s the sh–. A cloud just hovers over his head so much, it f—s with his common sense. That’s why he’s losing. He don’t know how to pick music, what song to do a video for, how to shoot a video. If you tell him this, he feels disrespected because he’s got so many people kissing his ass. When you talk to him on a man-to-man level, on a regular level, he feels disrespected. He’s got three, four, five assistants holding his two-way, holding his money, holding his phone. All this super Hollywood sh–.”

- Dame Dash: “I guess the choice that had to be made was, ‘Do we want to go through a system and be corporate, or do we have an independent spirit?’… Beans was like’I'm gonna roll with the independent thing.’ Even though we still get distributed through Universal and I deal with L.A. Reid, we’re still independent.”

- Neef: “I can’t really speak on why nobody has really been seeing him… Me and Mack, we never had a crazy relationship like everybody else had with him. We was cool, but we never saw eye to eye. It ain’t no beef or drama. … I ain’t on his album. You gonna hear Chris on his album, not me. I was never mad at him; we just never clicked. He’s a real n—a — I can’t take that away from him. He’s nice as sh– with the rappin’, but we just didn’t click.”

- Amilio Sparks: “What are we supposed to do, be stagnated?…I got kids. I gotta make moves. I probably ain’t take the time out to write him — my fault — but he could have reached out to me. I got the same number. You got money on the books; you can call. My home address never changed. I’m still in the same neighborhood. But I got real busy. It’s time to focus on me, ’cause Beans ain’t around to handle business. What do they mean, ‘We on hold?’ I’m supposed to tell my son or daughter, ‘We can’t eat because Beans is locked up?’”

Whatever. Sounds like basically everyone is being stupid. Somebody just needs to write Beans a later and somebody needs to tell Beans to quit whining on some Emil shit.

-e

Well this Bun-B bitch and I’m the king
I’m movin’ chickens got ‘em finger lickin’
Stickin’ nigga’s who be trippin’
You need a swift kickin’ yo azz is right for the pickin’
Now down as my pocket’s stickin’
I be thinkin’ nigga’s slippin’ you sick
When I be clickin’ now take a look at the
Bigger nigga Malt liquor swigger
Playa hata ditch digger figure
My hair trigger you bound one hot one in yo liver
You shiver shake and quiver
I’m free from nigga you wetter den a river
For what it’s worth it’s superfluous some nigga’s doin’ dirt
Fuck her first and take off her skirt
Make the pussy hurt Mister Master
Hit the Swisha faster then you keep a
Blister bastard fuck her sister faster
Hit the elbro for sale yo
Brother better have my mail hoe
Before I catch a murder case and go to jail hoe
Hell no, time to bail hit the trail so
We can sell mo fuckin’ yell get the scale
No other bullet duck or get shoved
Inside this game they better buck us
Cuz the clucker’s they love us
Make them class dick suckers
Check they jelly like smucker’s
I hit like nun-chuckers
Cuz Short Texas bring the rukus
This for my muthfucker’s
Cookin’ cheese to crooked geez
Rockin’ up quarter key’s
Just to get the hook with ease
Wanna bee’s get on yo knee’s
Fill the squeeze from them HK one three’s
From here to over sea’s
We do what we please
No trip cuz we flip
Light up a dip
I’m breakin’ ‘em off from they hip to yo lip
Go ask that boy Skip
That nigga Bun rip
With one clip, soon as the gun slip
Now I done ripped out my Barile
Flyin’ through yo belly belly and
Some smelly red jelly is drippin’ out of ya belly
Servin’ ‘em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli
Hoe sell it like it’s goin’ out of style
You can’t see me Marcus so have a
Motherfuckin’ Sweet and smile

UGK – Murder

yeah, it’s been a over a week since I got up on here. Lil dude emynd has been holding it down with that philly shit so here some Texas shit just cause that’s where I’ve been all week. oh and if you want to read about my time at sxsw just go here.

oh and ohhla sucks so bitch to them about all the fucked up lyrics, I just copied and pasted cause I’m lazy.

This is my cutesy little SXSW write up of shit so it’s kind of long but if you care about reading this shit well then go ahead. Oh and I think the funniest part of the whole trip was when I decided to light a miller light promo girl’s hair on fire.

Day 1:

Wednesday morning I got up at about 4 am and hopped on a plane to Houston. We got there about 2pm or so; picked up the car and busted out to Austin. We refueled on some Vietnamese food from some spot next too our hotel called Saigon Kitchen where I decided the most appropriate meal was the Bun Bi. I called up some homies from Texas then the next plan of action was to mob up to the BackRoom were Matt Sonzala was throwing his first SXSW showcase of the week.

We missed some of the opening acts because I had to wait for two hours trying to get my SXSW pass but we got there just in time to see the group with the best name ever, Abstraq Da Grindologist. I thought they were a group but turns out Abstraq is just one dude who happens to have a whole crew on stage with him who rapped about haters and getting hated on. The name was probably the most outstanding thing about them. I would have thought that name would go to some generic LA rapper who loves 4 elements and outer space but I guess they kept it Texas with the term “grindologist.” They were followed by Basswood Lane, who performed the best song I heard all fucking week. The song was for the ladies and was titled “I’m So Pretty.” Well at least I think it was, whatever though the important part was that they had about 15 dudes on stage screaming “I’M SO PRETTY IN THE ATX!!” Honestly I felt so pretty in the ATX just because these dudes where screaming that shit so fucking hard. Oh and to top of their performance they didn’t have instrumentals so they just rapped over their CD which works if you got no other choices but shit at least try to make it look like you’re rapping. They had a couple dudes up there mouthing the lyrics but holding the mic to their stomach as if no one would notice that shit.

After Basswood it was time for some of the bigger dudes to step up, first came Play-n-Skills doing their shit. I probably should have paid more attention but shit after Basswood lane I was concentrating on how pretty I was. Anyways they ran through some of their material and then Chops hit the stage. I’d heard some of Chops remixes on Rapid Rick’s CD so I was surprised that the guy who I first heard on J-rocc and Rhettmatic’s old Dynamic Duo tape was now dropping remixes for Texas artists. I was very interested in seeing what he would actually do on stage. Chops broke out his keyboard and got to jamming out on that piece. He mostly played a bunch of beats on the keyboard but he did do a little rapping. After Chops Paul Wall came out and had the Gritboys and H$E on hypeman duties. I missed H$E’s performance earlier that night which sucked because I really wanted to see those dudes. Paul Wall tore through his set which I enjoyed mostly because it was my first time ever seeing that guy on stage. But the best performance was yet to come.

coughee brothaz

devin the dude

Fucking Devin The Motherfucking Dude came out and rocked that shit so hard. It took a while for him to actually get on stage though but in the mean time I got to see Matt yell at all the rapstar sidekicks who like to pretend they are mannequins when he’s yelling at them to get out of the area by the stage. The Coughee Brothaz came out and opened the set for Devin which was a relief after waiting so long for people to yell at. My friend Walker from Austin began to have doubts that Devin would actually show but then we saw Devin walking around backstage and our confidence was restored. Devin came out and rocked that shit for a good forty-five minutes or so. He went a number of songs such as “Do What You Wanna Do,” “Like a Sweet,” “Boo Boo’n,” “Doobie Ashtray,” “Fuck Faces,” “Fuck You,” “Fa Sho,” “Just Tryna Live,” “Too Cute,” and “Anything” Jugg Mugg and Rob Quest came out and did “Fa Sho” and “Just Tryna Live” with Devin to give the crowd some of that Odd Squad flavor. Devin had Erica Marlin join him on “Too Cute.” “”Anything” was my favorite part of the set, devin just killed it with that and had the whole crowd singing along. It was fucking great. After Devin was Bun B and the MDDLFNGZ who although their performance was good it just didn’t top Devin’s. It consisted of mostly MddlFngz material that they rocked all the way up to 2am when the soundman tried to shut them down. I’d never seen any of the MDDLFNGZ guys in person by my god that one big dude is like the Andre The Giant of rap just towering over motherfuckers. He hadn’t even picked up a mic and I was in awe.

shitty matt sonzala yelling at people to get the fuck out of the backstage area

bun b

After that show we piled up in the rental car and broke out. I had been up since 4am that day but man was I fucking pumped. If that first night was any indicator of the things to come I was ready to fucking rock.

Day 2:

Roll out of bed around noon or so and brush the hangover out of my mouth. Stef and I decide to hit up The Kettle because it’s America’s kitchen. After some catfish sandwich for breakfast we mob out to have a look at Austin. I drive around and show her some spots around town that I use to hit up when I lived there. I drove up to 33 degrees because I wanted to see if they still carried Italian cop show and porn music records but instead I found out they had gone out of business so that sucked. Instead we hit up Music Mania and I copped me some southern albums I’d been meaning to buy for a minute and got some new shit like that new Trae joint. On the way back to the hotel I found out there Fader has a daily party with free Red Stripe so Stef and I decided that would be the best place to throw down on some pregame action. Props to Catchdubs for hooking up the RSVP on that shit it definitely eased some of the hurt on my wallet.

Left the Fader party to get some food and ended up running into Subtitle and some folks. He was rolling with some dudes from the Unicorns and some label dudes who ended up buying us dinner with Interscope picking up the tab. After that we parted ways and hit up Zero Degrees to catch a bunch of dj’s throw down. Here is where shit got a little fucked up but not until after we say DJ Fingathing and Dj Panko rock some shit. I was throwing down some lone stars the whole time and getting a little handsome with it. At some point these Miller Light promo girls came by to hand out all kinds of useless bullshit that I was sick of holding so when they gave me a lighter I decided that the best way to use it was to light the woman’s hair on fire. I turn to this dude, Jeremy, who I was bullshitting with and said “Watch this shit.” I then went to light this girl’s hair with the lighter she just gave me, the first time I didn’t light it though but Jeremy was like “OH SHIT.” I guess him bugging out made me want to really light her shit so I tried again and this time her shit went up in a blaze of glory to which I responded with a “OH FUCK!” as Jeremy smacked the back of her head to put the fire out. The woman turns around and asks “Did ya’ll light my hair on fire?” I replied “no” and act like nothing happened even through that whole area smells like burnt shit. After a short moment of awkwardness I just told her “it was that guy” and pointed at no one. She finally walked away and I went to watch Rapid Rick throw down an all screwed set that was fierce as fuck. He also brought Magno and Charli Boy on stage to get cute with it.

rapid rick

charli boy, magno, a white tee

After their set Diplo came on and things started to get fuzzy for me. Well before Diplo we actually cut out to hit up The Vibe to see some live band hiphop I was hoping to catch Bavu Blakes’ set but ended up watching Mojoe set up their sound for about half an hour before we said fuck it and went back to Zero Degrees to watch Diplo. He threw down his shit while I got drunk but I did get pictures and I remember having fun. I think after that we cut out because I was on bad news status and after lighting that girl’s hair on fire I don’t think my girlfriend really wanted me to be around the public much longer. We got home and I threw up on the hotel’s lawn.

diplo

Day 3:

I woke up around 3pm feeling like a motherfucking champion. Stef was feeling like total shit and stayed in bed till around 8pm. During that time I ate some shitty subway sandwiches and then rolled over to my friend Walker’s house to drink some beers. I ended up missing Bun B’s little birthday celebration at the Fader party but word on the street is that shit was hot. Around 9 I went to pick up Stef and we mobbed out to catch the Shapeshifters at Flamingo Cantina where I ran into my old roomate from UT who I hadn’t seen in about 5 years. The last time I partied him I was drunk in Austin throwing up and peeing in a toilet at the same time, I’m so fucking suave. Anyways we caught the Shapeshifters set then rolled over to Zero Degrees again to watch Grand Buffet do it up. They had Bluebird from Florida get on stage and do some song that I don’t remember but they jumped around a lot. After a few songs I decided it was time to break out as roll to the Fox & Hound to hear some Texas shit go down.

shapeshifters

grand buffet and bluebird

We walked in right as Trae, Z-Ro and about 30 other people hit the stage. I saw the GRIT boys in the background along with a bunch of dudes throwing up crip signs. Trae only did a few songs but it was great to see him just wreck it. I didn’t think Z-Ro would make an appearance but he did and just flowed on a couple tracks.

trae

zero

After they performed the crowd kept screaming “Z-Ro! Z-Ro!” but then Dj Chill announced Chingo was up next and they started chanting “Chingo Chingo!!” Now I’ve never been the biggest Chingo Bling fan. He’s funny and all but shit came off more like a novelty act with some la migra jokes tossed in so I wasn’t really expecting all that much from his performance. I was so wrong about Chingo. Him and Stunna came out and fucking killed that shit. They definitely had the best performance of the night. Chingo just tearing through his songs cracking jokes and dancing while staying on point as fuck. I have a new respect for that motherfucker. Peep the picture I got of him holding up some girl’s homemade sign.

chingo bling

In the grade school I use to get notes from girls who wrote just like that, goddamn hearts and bullshit all over the goddamn notebook paper asking me to check a box if I didn’t think they had a shitgrill. After his performance people once again chanted his name but didn’t get anywhere with that because it was time for some Boss Hogg action.

First to step on stage was Killa Kyleon who came out and got kids hyped up until Slim Thug came out to do his thing showing why he’s the boss. Diplo blowing his fucking raver whistle and jumping around in the front row while Slim tells kids he knows they bootlegged his album but he ain’t mad cause the new one is dropping in may and its all different. Slim had a dope set but the best part of it was then end when everyone had walked off except for Kyleon. Kyleon stayed on stage and did two free styles and just ripped the motherfucker then just dropped the mic and walked off.

kyleon

slim thug

kyleon with too much flash in his grill

slim thug

Day 4:

Woke up Saturday feeling better than the previous day so we hit up some breakfast and then some record stores. Afterwards we once again rolled through the fader party to get some beers. We ran into the Hanger18 boys there. They were performing at Emo’s later that night. We hung out and drank. At some point I’m standing inline to pee and some short motherfucker comes up like he’s going to piss in a portapotty pauses and asks me, “is this the line for the bathroom?” I tell him, “yeah, go to the end, back there.” After he walks away I start wondering why he looked so familiar and then it hits me, he was that little motherfucker from goddamn Lord Of The Rings. I end up asking the dude next to me, what’s that hobbit motherfuckers name and he informs me that dude is Elijah Woods so yeah that was my dumb celebrity story.

hanger18 and dj stef

Anyways after that shit we hit up some food and then Emo’s for some indie rap action. Some fucking girl band that I don’t know shit about opened. The girl on bass had a Kriss Kross shirt on but that was pretty much all I bothered to remember. After them Buck65 came on and did his shit doing a mostly new material and remixed versions of his older stuff. Buck was followed by Saul Williams performing with Thavius Beck and some girl on a violin. I’ve never been to big on Saul Williams, his delivery is my biggest problem but his set wasn’t bad at all. I’m not rushing to pick up his shit but I’ll definitely peep it. After that it was time for them Def Jux boys starting with Rob Sonic and then Hanger 18 coming in. Word around Emo’s was that MF Doom, the headliner, had canceled so what was suppose to be some short 15 minutes sets by the def jux guys turned into 30-45 minute sets. I don’t know what it was but I started feeling like shit and ended up peacing out after Hanger18′s set.

buck65 being

so yeah that was my sxsw experience as far as music goes. On Sunday we decided to roll up to Houston and just hang out. On the way there we made a pitstop in Bryan, Texas cause I felt like showing my girlfriend where I grew up, but I won’t bother posting all that shit.

So, the moment I knew I really loved Oschino Vasquez is when I heard him say the following few lines on “Trouble Man” off the first State Property album: “You see ladies prostitutin, wearin tight leopard/ My sneaks was dogs like pitbulls and German shepherds/ Fuck where it came from I needed money fast/ White boys bangin Led Zeppelin wantin twenty bags/ So I got my first pack on 51st and Market/ I ain’t want clothes I just wanted some Boston Market.” I was like “Dude, this is my fucking Boston Market dude!” Then, months later, I’m watching this ghetto-ass Philly freestyles DVD jawn and Oschino is up on the jawn. Camera man rolls up to him. Oschino’s rocking a throwback felt jacket with a matching hat perched up on his head (closer to NOT wearing it than actually wearing it), clearly bent as fuck with a bottle of cognac in one hand and, in the other, a fuckin’ doggy bag of Boston Market left overs. I was dying when I saw that shit. So, then he spits some silly shit for the camera, drunk as fuck, not giving a fuck, rapping with his left overs right there in his hand. Slurring, eyes all fucked up, spittle squirting out as he raps, just killing it. So, needless to say, I’m sitting there thinking once again “Got damn it, that’s my fucking dude!”

I was lucky enough to cop one of the Oschino Best of Part 2 mixtapes that are hella hard to find in Philly right now (because, as us white folks like to say, “the streets is feelin’ him”). But, since the shit is in pretty high demand in the Philly hoods and probably not too accessible anywhere else in the world, I’ve posted a couple of the songs below. I think he’s pretty self-explanatory as far as what and how he does things. Dude’s not really spectacular in anyway and he doesn’t have a real marketable sound (probably why his album with Amilio Sparks hasn’t really come to fruition on the Roc) but dude is just ridiculous with his heart-felt ghetto shit. Obviously, he doesn’t swing like Free (but who does) and he doesn’t flow like Peedi (but who does), but he’s got a pain and passion in his delivery that is really fucking heartbreaking to me. You can just feel the struggle in every single word this dude utters. It’s pretty remarkable. So download these jawns and love them because they’re lovable.

- Oschino “Intro” (Kiss of Death Instrumental)

- Oschino “Freestyle”

- Oschino “No No No”

- Oschino “Walk Like A…” featuring Jakk Frost and Peedi Crack

Oschino “The Way We Live” featuring Amilio Sparks and Peedi Crack (peep Oschino’s last verse. Stupid hot)

[EDIT]REUPPED: Somebody up on soulstrut was nice enough to post the video of O with his Boston Market doggy bag on yousendit. Holler at it. I’ll re-up it when the link dies.

-e