This is what it looks like when your friends are really good at rap AND really good at being completely disobedient of the San Francisco traffic laws. You and your friends should be more like me and my friends….then you wouldn’t be so much like you and your friends…and then me and my friends would like you more. #Rec
The two things I admire most about this video: 1.) The prominence of workmanship. 2.) Commitment to country.
“There will be people that want to do this kind of work; provided this kind of work is here for people to do…”
The Fold…know about it.
Having a blog is a lot like having a kid. If you dont feed it, its little baby body starts looking weak, and its little baby mouth starts saying stuff like, “Son! When I’ma get some food up in my lil baby belly?” But then I be like, “Shut the freak up, baby! I aint got no food! Im hungry too lil baby nigga!” Point is….I know I havent posted anything in a while, Ive been busy….please dont call child protective services on me. Here’s some food lil baby.
Shot by Trevor Traynor. Edited by Rob Rush. Produced by DJ MF Shalem. Awesomed by me.
Id be a thousand times more likely to enjoy an NBA game if the players were all puppets. Im not exactly sure what that says about me….but, anyway, for obvious reasons…this is my favorite commercial series to date. I love this game.
Son wins a free turkey for being the most philosophical grocery shopper in a pair of non-bedazzled pants. Think Im playing? Peep that. Sean Price is right. P!
Imagine a nation of people. A freaky deaky people with eight hands. And on each of those hands, twelve fingers, not including the traditional five that come standard on every human palm…and instead of toes, five fingers would meet the ends of an individual foot. You take that number of phalanges, multiply it by two…and you still couldnt count on all of those hands how many times I get called Lil Wayne in a three hour period. Thats an actual mathematical fact. All of the proper research has been conducted.
Albeit scatterbrained and lethargically delivered…I hope the message in this video finds a special place in your heart.
Love,
haji p.
(sorry for being an a-hole.)
This is the reason why Cupid shot the arrow in the digital butts of Youtube & Camera Phone. Not so we could hear your boring rants about your sucky political opinion, or watch some scrawny little black kid with dredds walk around his city and bore us with inane jibba jabba! The two fell in love so we could watch Kevin unload on these niggas! “Unload on these niggas, Kevin!” The illest part, is directly after I watched it, I copped the iGun app and started rolling around the floor, bucking shots at the living room furniture! Thanks, Kevin.
*returns to iShooting living room furniture*
Yup, thats me. The Fresh Prints of the Bay. Performing @ Red Devil Lounge in San Francisco with fellow rap crew, Rec League. From what I could tell, the crowd seemed to be enjoying it immensely. And I’m pretty sure they were so bedazzled by my impromptu mumbling, they didnt even realize I actually forgot a line in the first verse. Tadaow!
I never did go to sleep watching cartoons. Instead, Homeboy Mike hit me up about a cookout (and other continued shenanigans) at his beach spot. With that said, allow the trumpets to blow for the oncoming of misadventure…
