Here’s a song from Don G’s mixtape. Title is Di ito pelikula

hope you like it!

Artist: Tatanka & Zatox
Title: Gangsta
Label: DJs United Black Italy
Genre: Hardstyle
Store Date: 19.11.2009
Source: Vinyl
# Tracks: 2
# Vinyls: 1
Lenght: 10:26
Quality: 320 kbps
Channels: Joint Stereo / 44 khz
Nonstop mix: no
*.cue: no
Archive size: 25 MB
Recovery record: no

Tracklist:
A1. Gangsta [6:05]
B1. Love Theme From The Godfather [4:21]

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This fabulous gangster chic spread is screaming ‘Bad B*tch’ to me. Using the 50’s as a guideline inspiration, I think that era was so feminine and real true glamour for women. So many styles have derived and been developed from that golden time which is why it is still so popular today.

This editorial features Andres Velencoso Segura and Lara Stone, the spread is featured in this months Vogue Italia.

Photgraphy by: Paolo Roversi

IMG|SOURCE: Mdls

Igen, mostanában rákattantam a GTA részekre, kezdve a Vice Cityvel, s most a San Andreas-szal zárva a sort, tekintve, hogy a legújabb részhez igencsak izmos gép kéne! Meg maga a játék is.

Szóval, épp lazán fel akartam szállni a játékban Las Venturasban a király versenymocira, amikor egy kék pulcsis, pajeszos csávóka ellopta előlem, és elszáguldott a sztrádán! Na de én se hagytam annyiban, utánaszáguldottam a motorommal és lőttem, mint állat. Mégse én szedtem le a keróról, hanem egy motoros rendőr bácsi, aki hatásos fellökésével nemcsak a pasi életének a végére, de az üldözés végére is pontot tett: megszereztem a király vasat!

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Hey.

Right now, I seriously have a problame with anyone aged 8-12 and are boys. What is with these little retards walking around thinking that the f’n own the place, with there budget hair-cuts and their t-shirts that all say billabong. They are always swearing, which i’m alright with if it’s ANYONE ELSE. When it’s a baby/toddler/old person, it’s hilarious. When it’s a teen or adult, it’s fair enough. When ITS A LITTLE WHINY PRETEEN, IT ANNOYES ME CRAPLESS. They all look the same, all do the same things, and all they’re all little try hard gangstas, always ‘hangin with der homeboys’. D<.

And then there are the 8-12 year old girls. MY GOD. WHO ARE THESE PARENTS. They are all make-up wearing, beyond underage little… bogans, really. They wear mini-skirts and tank tops, they all have phones, they all have a bf, even though their 9  (?) and are always using their phones. WHO ARE YOU CALLING? YOUR MUM? REALLY?

Anyhoo. My point is, back in my day (less than three years ago….) 10 year olds didn’t have phones and wear makup and act like there heaps gangsta.

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It has taken me forever to wite this because my brother has all his friends over and they aren’t quite (LOUD 17 YEAR OLDS!? SINCE WHEN!?)

So I hope you appreciant my agism.

-Ado

Na 5a posição do ranking Rap Songs da Billboard, “Baby by Me”, faixa do álbum “Before I Self Destruct”, do so called gangsta 50 Cent, com a participação do Ne-Yo faz uma combinação do ritmo do R&B com o flow e a letra sempre PIMP do rapper. A dupla é de peso, a batida de qualidade, e a música é boa, mesmo com o refrão idiota repetindo incansavelmente a letra: “Have a baby by me, be a millionaire”. Enjoy it! Letra da música.

Desde luego yo no soy el experto en hip hop aquí, pero en cuanto a la movida gangsta estos negratas saben de lo que hablan.

No hablamos de a lo que a hoy en día puedes ver en la televisión, de todos esos títeres que parecen putas del rap, con bisutería de alta clase y coches de alta gama. Estamos hablando bajo el gran topicazo, de la calle. Estamos hablando de que el gangsta auténtico nace en las calles, y desde luego Wu-Tang Clan fue sin duda uno de los grandes grupos que supo identificar este término.

Este fue su primer trabajo, el que comenzaría una muy buena y trabajada carrera de éxitos.

Entre el selecto grupo se encontraban grandes genios del hip hop tales como Methodman, Ghostface Killah, Masta Killa, Ol’ Dirty Bastard (que falleció en 2004) y el líder RZA.

Artista – Wu-Tang Clan
Álbum – Enter the Wu-Tang Clan (36 Chammbers)
Año – 1993
Género – Hip Hop/Gangsta
Web – Official

Tracklist

1. “Bring da Ruckus” (4:11)
   • Coros: RZA
   • Primer verso: Ghostface Killah
   • Segundo verso: Raekwon
   • Tercer verso: Inspectah Deck
   • Cuarto verso: GZA
   • Sampleos: Melvin Bliss – “Synthetic Substitution”
2. “Shame on a Nigga” (2:57)
   • Coros: Ol’ Dirty Bastard
   • Primer verso: Ol’ Dirty Bastard
   • Segundo verso: Method Man
   • Tercer verso: Raekwon
   • Cuarto verso: Ol’ Dirty Bastard
   • Sampleos: Thelonious Monk – “Black and Tan Fantasy”
3. “Clan in da Front” (4:33)
   • Intro: RZA
   • Sección Principal: GZA
   • Sampleos: Melvin Bliss – “Synthetic Substitution”
   • Sampleos: New Birth – “Honeybee”
4. “Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber” (6:06)
   • Primer verso: Raekwon
   • Segundo verso: Method Man
   • Tercer verso: Inspectah Deck
   • Cuarto verso: Ghostface Killah
   • Quinto verso: RZA
   • Sexto verso: Ol’ Dirty Bastard
   • Séptimo verso: GZA
   • Sampleos: Lonnie Liston Smith – “Spinning Wheel”
5. “Can It Be All So Simple” (6:52)
   • Primer verso: Raekwon
   • Segundo verso: Ghostface Killah
   • Sampleos: Gladys Knight & The Pips – “The Way We Were”
   • Sampleos: Labi Siffre – “I Got The”
6. “Da Mystery of Chessboxin’” (4:47)
   • Primer verso: U-God
   • Segundo verso: Inspectah Deck
   • Tercer verso: Raekwon
   • Cuarto verso: Ol’ Dirty Bastard
   • Quinto verso: Ghostface Killah
   • Sexto verso: Masta Killa
   • Coros: Method Man
7. “Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nuthing ta F’ Wit” (3:36)
   • Primer verso: RZA
   • Segundo verso: Inspectah Deck
   • Tercer verso: Method Man
   • Coros: RZA
   • Sampleos: Honeydrippers – “Impeach The President”
8. “C.R.E.A.M.” (4:12)
   • Primer verso: Raekwon
   • Segundo verso: Inspectah Deck
   • Coros: Method Man
   • Sampleos: The Charmells – “As Long As I’ve Got You”
9. “Method Man” (5:50)
   • Diálogo: Method Man & Raekwon
   • Intro: GZA
   • Canción: Method Man
   • Sampleos: Melvin Bliss – “Synthetic Substitution”
10. “Protect Ya Neck” (4:51)
    • Intro: RZA
    • Primer verso: Inspectah Deck
    • Segundo verso: Raekwon
    • Tercer verso: Method Man
    • Puente: U-God
    • Cuarto verso: Ol’ Dirty Bastard
    • Quinto verso: Ghostface Killah
    • Sexto verso: RZA
    • Séptimo verso: GZA
11. “Tearz” (4:17)
    • Primer verso: RZA
    • Segundo verso: Ghostface Killah
    • Sampleos: Wendy Rene – “After The Laughter (Comes Tears)”
12. “Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber, Pt. II” (6:10)
    • (versión alternativa de “Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber” con un beat diferente)

      -Sir Cali-

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Je vois déjà les associations féministes s’indigner à l’aide de futurs posts déchaînés, qui vont pleuvoir comme des gifles sur le côté machiste et dégradant du jeu en ligne “Hit the Bitch“.

Parce que le concept est à la fois simple et dingue: une jeune demoiselle s’approche gentiment de vous et vous devez la taper suffisamment fort pour passer du stade “Pussy” au niveau “Gangsta” (dédicace au passage à MC Brandon, plus connu sous le nom de Lil Gangsta Wow). Et pour être plus efficace, vous avez le choix des armes: la souris ou la webcam, pour ceux qui veulent bénéficier d’une jouabilité façon Wii Sport Resort.

Sauf que bien évidemment, il s’agit d’une opération marketing, un message traitant d’idiots ceux ayant mis plus de 5 claques à la jeune femme sans défense. Problème: le message est incompréhensible parce que diffusé en danois. Reste que le site permet de se déguiser en Chris Brown ou en Bertrand Cantat, même si Halloween est déjà passé.

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Recorded January 2004, Food For Thought changed the parameters of the techno DJ mix. Until now there has only been a 128kbps version available that had been subjected to overzealous ‘mastering’. Here for your pleasure is a 320kbps version encoded from the original DAT recording of the set.

Shiver – Subsonic Soundscape
Autechre – Clipper
Surgeon – Exhibit
Scorn – Twitcher (Surgeon DNA remake)
Liaisons Dangereuses – Peut Etre … Pas
AFX – Mighty Force
Monolake – Polaroid
Photek – Trans 7
Renegard Soundwave – Phantom
DHS – The House Of God (DHS remix)
Monolake – Cern
Autechre – Second Scepe
Tony Rohr – Lofishizzy
65D Mavericks – Earthbound (Surgeon remix)
Cane – Fall
Curve – Falling Free (Aphex Twin remix)
Dom and Rymetyme – Iceberg
Horace Andy – Money Money
Monolake – Stratosphere
British Murder Boys – Live Ritual No.1
Autechre – Second Bad Vilbel
Phantom Power – Can D
Nitzer Ebb – Smear Body
Meat Beat Manifesto – Mindstream (Aphex Twin remix)
Autechre – Cipater (Surgeon remake)
Denis Rusnak – Working Sister
British Murder Boys – Don’t Give Way To Fear
Ed Rush, Optical and Fierce – Alien Girl
Autechre – Second Peng
Surgeon – Shaper Of The Unknown

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The following is an excerpt from an actual conversation between Conrad Noir and Marco Sparks last night. Yes, this is what they’re really like…

Marco Sparks: So, you’ll never believe this dream I had the other night…

Conrad Noir: I don’t know if I’m really up for a conversation about your hopes and dreams, man.

Marco: Well, when I say “dream,” what I really mean is sweaty, dread-dripping nightmare.

Conrad: Oh yeah? Shit. Nevermind. You know I’m all ears for that. Shoot.

Marco: Well, I’ll tell you about the nightmare in a second, but first let me tell you about my Saturday night…

Conrad: Always a catch, isn’t there? Shit. Okay, tell me about your Saturday ni-

Marco: It was awesome. But then, later on, I was just trying to go sleep, right? And it’s late, I don’t remember the time, but late. So I turn on the TV and put it on mute, just wanting some flickering light and alpha wave manipulation in the room. Or something.

Conrad: Sure, sure. Perfectly normal.

Marco: So then I lay down on the bed. The room I’m in though, there’s no remote. Or, if there is, fuck if I know where it is.

Conrad: Oh, yeah, man’s constant struggle.

Marco: Right, so I’m stuck with whatever the channel is because, well, I’m lazy.

Conrad: I feel that.

Marco: In this particular case, it was A&E. The former Arts & Entertainment channel.

Conrad: “Former” being the operative word.

Marco: Seriously. Airing that late evening/early morning was a seeming non stop marathon of CSI: Miami episodes.

Conrad: Wow. Ouch.

Marco: Ouch is right. And let me tell you, I could not sleep with that on.

Conrad: How do you mean?

Marco: Every five seconds they cut back to a shot of David Caruso! Constantly! And let me tell you, Caruso has two emotional speeds on that show. The first: Putting on his sunglasses. The second: Taking them off again. People could be on fire, running around screaming, bits of their skin melting off or whatever as creatures of the apocalypse commit homicides or devour souls or just what have you, and Caruso’s cool as Fonzie the whole fucking time.

Conrad: That seems accurate with the little bits of it I’ve caught occasionally.

Marco: Also, it’s freakishly bright. Like, too bright and dayglo for even Miami.

Conrad: Okay.

Marco: It would not let me sleep! I turned over, looked at the flickering light patterns on the wall, like some kind of twisted variation on Plato’s Cave and I felt like Caruso was picking me up from the airport and driving me straight to madness!

Conrad: Caruso’s like that.

Marco: This is the guy from NYPD Blue to subjected America to his ass. Why would you want to see this man’s ass?!

Conrad: Or Dennis Franz for that matter.

Marco: Well… obviously. But, so I lay there, squeezing my eyes shut. But it was no good, man. I knew that Caruso was in the room with me. Putting his fucking sunglasses on. Or worse.

Conrad: Worse?

Marco: He could’ve been taking them off again…

Conrad: Okay, so this was the nightmare?

Marco: Oh, no, this was real. Deadly real. Eventually I must’ve passed out from all the stress of his ontological torture and when I woke up, of course, A&E was still on, right?

Conrad: Yeah, of course.

Marco: So, the sun is shining through the window, birds are chirping little songs and I’m a little tired, but I’m breathing a sigh of relief. I’m all like, “Thank God, it’s morning, I made it. I survived!”

Conrad: This is going somewhere bad, isn’t it?

Marco: You bet your goofy ass it is, my friend. Because there on the TV…

Conrad: Yeah?

Marco: Motherfucking Chris Daughtry was on the TV. Somebody was actually interviewing him!

Conrad: Ugh. Gross.

Marco: Exactly! Why would anyone want to interview that fucker? Why is he on the TV? Why did my day have to start with these violent images? It was like… last night I couldn’t enter the domain of sleep and now… Now I can’t be awake with this in the world!

Conrad: I feel like I need a drink now.

Marco: Me too. From just, you know, reliving that traumatic experience. From being the plaything of the sandman.

Conrad: So what was the nightmare?

Marco: Oh, the nightmare. Yeah, sorry. That was last night. I was like in a room, but I wasn’t. I was like “the camera” or whatever. Anyway, there was a little boy and he was trapped in the room. No windows, yet there was moonlight slipping around. And he was sleeping like a little shit does and then goblins crawled out of the cracks in the walls and out from under the bed and cut off his eyelids or something.

Conrad: Damn. I like that. I mean, that’s seriously creepy.

Marco: Yeah, it was something. When I woke up, I knew you’d love it.

Conrad: You were right. And goblins, you say? Wow. Goblins. That part is especially wild. People don’t throw around the word “goblins” all that much anymore.

Marco: Let me tell you something about goblins, my friend. Something you may not know. Something very few people may actually know.

Conrad: Do it.

Marco: Goblins, man. They’re no joke. They’re fucking scary, and they’re fucked up. And they will fuck you up. You understand me?

Conrad: Yes, I believe I do. But let’s talk about something important now. Let’s talk about me and my dreams. And my nightmares.

Marco: Take aim and fire away, baby.

Conrad: So, you know, I’ve been taking melatonin a lot lately, right?

Marco: Cause you can’t get your hands on ambien, right?

Conrad: Yeah, sorta. I got tricked into trying to go all natural, which is a sham. Whenever in doubt, just go with hard drugs.

Marco: Put that on a t-shirt.

Conrad: Don’t tempt me.

Marco: But I feel you. I have several friends who don’t realize they’re becoming recreational vicodin addicts, which is cool, cause this is America and shit. But I can’t do that stuff anymore. It gives me freaky nightmares. I mean, genuinely freaky nightmares. Like, where the goblins show up and tell me I’ll have erectile dysfunction for the rest of my life and or will be forever locked in a mortgage I can’t afford.

Conrad: As long as you’re not longer dreaming about Avril Lavigne, you’ll be fine.

Marco: I’ll have you know: That was a very special time in my life.

Conrad: Anyway… me. And my nightmare.

Marco: Do it.

Conrad: So, I guess you’re supposed to take melatonin only so much, right? Until it stirs up your… well, I don’t know. Something. Some kind of chemical. I’m not a trained doctor or anything. But you take it short term, you get some rest, you move on.

Marco: Gotcha.

Conrad: But I keep taking it because it gives me juicy nightmares. And I’m a horror movie fan.

Marco: I remember that you were a Freddy guy more than a Jason guy.

Conrad: Exactly! Anyway, so the one I had last night… Wowza.

Marco: Oh?

Conrad: Oh yeah. So I’m like wandering around in this fucked up, dark version of Chuck E. Cheese’s, right?

Marco: This already sounds terrifying.

Conrad: Oh, it was. Believe you me. It so was. And there’s all these fat, sweaty white people around me.

Marco: Your ultimate nightmare.

Conrad: My ultimate daymare, you mean. But there they are. And there’s famous gross white people there too. Like Jeffrey Dahmer.

Marco: I remember that Peanut used to date a guy who looked like Jeffrey Dahmer. Man, I hated that guy.

Conrad: Me too. Well, Dahmer, anyway. But he was the guy who, later on I discovered, didn’t belong in the dream. But there was other famous people too. Like Mary Kay Letourneau. And Roman Polanski. And Joey Buttafuoco. And Debra Lafave. And Pete Townshend. And Bobby Fisher. And Gary Glitter!

Marco: Oh shit. You were at a child molester convention!

Conrad: Exactly. By accident, of course. Once I realized what was going on, I was like, “Oh shit, I gotta get the fuck outta here!”

Marco: Shit. I hope so.

Conrad: So I take off for the door, right? But right as I get to it, I notice the little bulletin board listing who all the speakers are going to be at this thing.

Marco: So, it was like a proper convention then? With speakers and talks and things?

Conrad: Yes! Terrifying, right?

Marco: Very.

Conrad: So I’m running my finger down the board, just looking at all the famous names. I remember that R. Kelly was on there, of course.

Marco: Right. Yeah. “Age ain’t nothing but a number,” after all.

Conrad: And then I get to the end. The keynote speaker.

Marco: Ooh, this is going to be good, isn’t it? Who was it?

Conrad: I’m not bullshitting you here. It was Jon Gosselin.

Marco: Oh… wow.

Conrad: I know, right?

Marco: Yeah. Wow. Eeesh.

Conrad: But, whereas everyone else had their name and like a title of what their speech was going to be about or whatever, after his name… there was just one word. One single word.

Marco: What was it?

Conrad: It was simply… “Gangsta.”

Marco: Oh. My.

Conrad: Uh huh. It shocked me away. And I sat there, in my bed, just catching my breath from the sheer intensity of the thing. And I just whispered it back to myself. “Gangsta.”

Marco: Wow…

Conrad: Yeah, I know.

Marco: Yeah.

Conrad: Yeah.

Marco: Yeah, uh… let’s talk about something else, okay?

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there is never an idea of what HHTT will get into when we get together friday nights on selective hearing…be sure to tune in tonight 91.3 fm or www.wcuw.org and click listen now….you never know whats gonna go down

also known as “Fonky Expedition”
Sometimes when it’s pissing down here in the L, ie, all the time,
my mind wanders back to the yay area, not that it doesn’t piss down there too but I get a yearning to cruise the highway with the top down and bust out some fonkiness.
here TCD let us guys know that girls can do G-funk too, even if they do sound like men.

Yea I just purchased 50’s new LP Before I Self Destruct, and maaaaaybe I’ll post a review on it later on in the day and/or week.  I was hesitant to purchase this LP because his last two mixtapes were somewhat dope but had a lot of filler material.  This album isn’t disappointing at all.

One of my favorite tracks on here has got to be Psycho feat. Eminem.  At least Em ain’t doing the whole funny accent shit like he usually does.  Dope Track.

Peace,

Sha’ul

European people received Christ with fervor, leading to varied yet beautiful cultural expressions.

As we gradually traded the true God-man for a systematized corpse, the life blood of our culture became weaker and weaker until today, there is nothing left but faint memories.

The movie “Urban Cowboy” starring John Travolta is such a memory. It is a modern fairy tale, set in a time that is not so long ago, and not so far away.

There was a time when blue-collar cowboy culture had a legitimate standing in America. Women would flee the city proper in search of honky-tonks…hoping to find a cowboy to entertain for the evening. Popular songs (like “Stand by Me”) were recorded by country artists for a country crowd. (Today it’s the other way around.) The women, and the song, were included in “Urban Cowboy” without apology.  The authority and legitimacy of this culture are taken for granted.

Bud (Travolta) moves to the city to find a job. He stays with his aunt and uncle in the mean-time, and they introduce him to the local country club. He meets Sissy, and the couple two-step their way into a marriage. But, as anyone with knowledge of Country music knows, their relationship was headed for rough pastures. An ex-convict ends up dividing Bud and Sissy. Pride runs wild as the married couple try to out-cheat each other, leading to a climactic bull-ride competition where Bud and his live-in girlfriend face off against the ex-con and Sissy. Will Bud’s blue-collar work ethic defeat the snake-in-the grass tenacity of the ex-con? You’ll have to watch the movie for yourself to find out!

While you watch, take special note of the way Bud and Sissy are contrasted with Uncle Bob and Corene (Bud’s relatives). As generations pass, the cultural influence of Christ gradually fades, and His beauty becomes less manifested. Aunt Corene notes at one point that Bud and Sissy “live like pigs!”  Bud’s relatives represent a Christ-like stability in Bud’s life. One only hopes that he and Sissy attain the same level of stability in their relationship.

Also, Bud’s relationship with his live-in girlfriend is interesting (as noted above.) She is a wild-woman…interested in sex for pleasure, and particularly interested in cowboys. Today, the same metro-chick is interested in the gangster wanna-be. At least the girl in “Urban Cowboy” had some romanticized sense of chivalry and virtue. When women of today seek their mate in a club, they look for ghetto-conformity. What romance is left? What brand of chivalry are they looking for?  If you’re going to be promiscuous, at least choose the cowboy over the gangsta! Oh how times have changed!

Honor, strength, and hard-work were glamorized in this culture. Guts, and integrity were held in high esteem. And, yes…as blasphemous as it may seem (to modern society)…when push came to shove…God almighty clearly lent strength to the main characters, and was a mighty presence in the background of the entire drama. (For example, Sissy was at pains to sleep with the convict, her conscience was really giving her a fit. In a few years, this scene may no longer make sense to the modern American…”why would she hesitate to have sex with him?” they will wonder.)

It seems that Europe has been truly looking for love in all the wrong places…and neglecting the savior that once made us so great.

(This movie gets 3 out of 5 stars on the Shotgun movie scale.  It’s got a lot of cussing, and is long-winded at points.  But the music is great, and the culture it displays tends to make one daydream about a better place…)