Happy Birthday Mayce Edward Christopher Webber III
Happy Birthday Mayce Edward Christopher Webber III
"I got my hair cut correct like Anthony Mason" - Beastie Boys (Ill Communication (1994))
RIP MASE. They don't make 'em like they used to.
Gone way too soon.
"Live long and prosper"
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Pen & Ink for the greatest rapper of all time.
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I hope one day there will be a "taste" test on who gets to use adobe products. But in any case, here's to 25 years of Photshop. I learned photoshop from photoshop 1. #toomanyrookies #notenoughpros
This was a rejection letter sent by Hunter S. Thompson, to William McKeen, author of a 1991 biography of Thompson. The author at the heart of the story wasn’t a fan. After its publication, Thompson sent McKeen a handwritten review of the book, which McKeen framed.
50 years ago Malcom X was tragically assassinated.
Well, it was my proposal for the initial shoe concept.
"I'm only here so I don't get fined"
"I'd like to see him try to get 33 or 37 in a quarter when there wasn't no three-point line," Gervin said. "I don't feel—and it's funny, everybody laughs—I don't feel he broke my record," Gervin told Howard Beck of Bleacher Report. "I feel he set a new record. He set a new record for the new NBA.
Long before the northwest corner of Washington state was settled, it was inhabited by Native American tribes, including the Tlingit, Haida, Tsimshian and Kwakwaka’wakw tribes, who roamed as far up as Alaska, and whose impact upon the design aesthetic of the Pacific Northwest (thanks to their masks and totem poles) has continued to this day.
The Seahawks name was the result of a popular vote. In 1975, Seattleites submitted 1,741 different suggestions for the name of their new NFL team, including the "Cool Dudes," the "Bumber Shoots," and the "Space Needlers." But when the Seahawks found their name, the NFL looked to the design heritage of the Pacific Northwest for inspiration for a logo, as reported by the Northwest Indian News in September 1975:
Initial sketch for the UNDRCRWN "LOS SPLASH HERMANOS" Tee
According to MediaTakeOut.com, Hip Hop "monopolist" Jay-Z is part of a group in negotiations to buy New York City radio station Hot 97.
"Take over, the breaks over."
Cue the bomb sound!
The Wait Is Almost Over. Watch the video below.
“She live in Fort Lauderdale and I’m closer to South Beach
I told her to come over, she said, “okay, don’t fall asleep”
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I said said shut the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch, I’m tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn’t answer my phone, I said I couldn’t get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin
Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers hurting
Let my bitches help me, before they leave I check they purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin’ weight, prostitution, and these verses
Whippin’ in this kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off
I’mma get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin’, talkin’ bout the third ward
The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
Got a bad bitch by the curb and like a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her pussy smell like smirnoff
Sleepin’ on chinchilla, boy, I’m cozy like a fur ball
Fuck the other side nigga we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait I had to drop this part two and shit
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin’ it
Workin’ like a slave on my Roots part two shit
Gotta let em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi bitch
Bop bop bop
Fuck with me wrong, get the hammer
Thank God I’m home from the slammer, was gone for the hammer
Stompin’ the yard like a gamma, niggas was goin’ bananas
I’m calm like a camel, I’m smokin’ that strong like a camel
I bet my life when we gamble
Y’all shippin’ keys, we shippin’ grand pianos
I’m in that Lam Diablo, pew like ammo
I’m gone, two fingers up, bitch, I’m gone
Rich forever; Jerry Jones
I gotta hustle, keepin’ my destiny going
Like the House of Deréon
This plane that I’m on is private, my very own
So no checkin’ my carry-ons
She sent the picture naked, I sent a song
But she live in Fort Lauderdale and I’m closer to south beach
I told her to come over she said “Ok don’t fall asleep”
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I say shut the fuck up and put this dick back in your mouth please
I don’t see nothin’ wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi motherfucker tighter than a pinch nerve, bitch
I didn’t answer my phone, said I couldn’t get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of bein’ a virgin
Now I don’t get excited nigga, I just get exotic
I don’t get invited to these bitches pity parties
I don’t do narcotic even though a nigga got it
Countin’ all this money, I feel like I got arthritis
Beggin’ up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin’
Let my bitches help me, ‘fore they leave I check their purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion of disturbance
Got me movin’ weight, prostitution and these verses
Whippin in the kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off
I’m gon’ get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin’, talkin’ ‘bout the third ward
The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
We yellin’ suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Yeah, you hear us yellin’, suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Blood gang, nigga
And its the Sorry 4 the Wait 2
And I’m so sorry for the wait too
Sorry for the wait, I had to drop that part two and shit
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin’ it
Workin’ like a slave, talking Roots part two and shit
Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch”
January 16 would've been Aaliyah's 36th birthday.