LP fam Retna and the Mac laying it down at this year's Art Basil in Miami.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Attack of the Beast Creatures
Also from !985,
here's a scene from one of the best horror films ever made, "Attack of the Beast Creatures."
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
LP SHOP
We've got a small stock of shirts left over from Asia we're gonna be pushing in the Shop section here in a second. Check back frequently for more info.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Converse "Weapons" Rap
It only took 15 years since the Internet took off for someone to put it online, but someone finally posted the Converse Weapon rap that aired during one of the NBA All-Star Games (I think '87 or '88). When I was 11, this was great, but it now sets the bar for unintentional comedy in a basketball shoe commercial
Throwbacks
We're not gonna put him on blast but one of our acquaintances from below the Mason-Dixon just contributed these astonishing flicks of his never before seen stash of vintage museum quality spraycans. Imagine the chemical fire if that place ever goes up.
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Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Preserve Your Sexy
Tobias Wong and Ju$t Another Rich Kid created the Gold Pill, guaranteed to make your poop glitter with gold! For $425, these pills containing 24K gold leaves will "turn your inner most parts into chambers of wealth!"
Imperial
Almost 40 years ago, Stay High 149 was in the delivery room and practically cutting the chord for the birth of a movement that has grown into the worldwide phenomenon that we know today. Alongside Cornbread (Philly), and Cool Disco Dan (DC) Mr High is considered the elder statesman of the graffiti movement and one of the most gracious person's I have ever met.
MSK team rider... the "Imperial" Stay High 149.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
T7L X LOSS PREVENTION
Quick tag we took for the Seventh Letter's new winter line. Available in several colorways at a store near you soon.
2K7 Bill Walton
How did we sleep on this cat? The Sonics 7'2" center "Handsome" Rob Swift, aka the only white player ever drafted straight-outta high school, has apparently shed his former playboy/gigolo look and decided to shake things up by opting for the prefab aggro druggie meets christian rap metal Juggalo jumpoff. Kudos on that... Rasta-fy things 10% and you got our vote.
Clippers dancer makes half court shot
Best youtube quote... "That's a lot of excited pussy right there."
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Pimp C Video Game
In honor of one-half of the "Underground Kangs" we invite all you gamers out there to get up on the posthumously released Pimp C video game "Pimp Slap"
Check it out here: http://www.asylumrecords.com/pimpslap/
Where's Gangsta Boo?
Free Gangsta Boo frisbee to the first one to find her in this epic "Who's Who" masterpiece (click image to view large)
Speaking of Ganksta's...
Before there was Brotha Lynch Hung there was the original South Park Psycho, Gangsta NIP. One of the first acts on the Geto Boys' Rap-A-Lot imprint, NIP is considered the godfather of horrorcore rap. Peep the video for "Psycho" above... chew along to the sweet lyrics below.
A psycho ass nigga, I'm dissin' your crew
If you don't like the way I rap, tough shit nigga fuck you
It's time for a murder, I'm finna' kick ass
Breast feed newborn babies with unleaded gas
Blood gushin' out your head, it's getting thicker and thicker
Pour some chocolate on your arm so it can taste like a Snicker
Push your ass off a building, check to see if you're dead
Blast back a second blade, plus I'll sharpen your fuckin' head
I'm strapped with the uzi, so get ready to die
Catch a nigga' while he sleep and strike a match in his eye
I'll sneak in your house and kill your ass for fun
Check to see if you're still sleepin', burn a hole in your tongue
Bloody bodies in caskets, the measure are drastic
Dead babies in my house suffocated by plastic
Think you can beat me? You gotta' be jokin' hoe...
Threw a brick in Houston, Texas, broke a window in Tokyo
Your sister stole my money, that's alright, I'ma slam her
Catch that bitch by herself, and beat her the fuck up with a hammer
Throw your daughter in the air, hope that bitch break her leg
Be nice and help her up and kick her dead in the head
No bullshittin', you must be smokin that rock hoe
Snatch some meat out your stomach so I can make me a taco
[Chorus and Break:]
You'll bleed from your head to your toe
That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
A mothafuckin' psycho...I need to be dead
Took the knife out of my neck and ate the meat out' my own head
Necks and throats, bein' brutally torn'
Arms and legs dipped in blood taste good with some popcorn
I'm mentally psycho, insane with a triple-six
Six hundred dead cat heads screamin' in a crucifix
Yo I'll be damned if I don't get no respect
Drunk a pint of goat's blood, then I died in a squirrel's nest
Yeah
You mothafuckas' said you think that I'm soft
That's why you' bleedin' with a thousand dead rats in yo' fuckin mouth
To kill a nigga' is a chance I can't pass up
After hitting you wit' a stick, naw' don't fall...get yo' ass up!
Some say I'm crazy, some say I'm a crook
Cut up his body so damn bad, the flies said "UUUHHN!?"
I won't stop shootin' til' somebody gets shot
A bunch of bloody cut off fingers, anybody want red hots?
I won't sweat, but then I'm a threat
Here's a bullet for you, and your child that ain't born yet
You mothafuckas' still tryin' to diss
Beat a nigga' in his chest til' his stomach say "Fuck this!"
A violent nigga, stickin punks like paste
Hoe, I'll slap yo' ass so hard my hand will go through yo' fuckin' face
Marriage -
Me and yo' mama getting married soon...
After I fuck her I'ma kill her at the honeymoon
[Chorus and Break:]
You'll bleed from your head to your toe
That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
This is a mothafuckin' WARNING.
A damn red alert
Squeeze yo' neck with some pliers til' I see blood squirt
I'ma crazy mothafucka', smokin' punks is my joy
You don't really wanna' fuck with me boy
Flashbacks from Panama makes the gangster elite
12 O'Clock I'm out searching for some good looking brains to eat
Growin' and showin', steady
You talkin' shit to me? You must don't know who you fuckin' with
See what I'm saying; Ganksta Nip means "DOOM"
Mercenary plus a ninja, rifleman in a courtroom
Throats on a kite, got intentions to fight
Bodybags in the street, dogs eat good for a week
Bitch I'll shoot you in your face, you think I won't do it?
Charles Manson, Freddy Krueger, makin' babies drink lighter fluid
Yeah I'ma gangster, I ain't got time to be mushy
Keep yo' bitch out my face 'cause I might blow up her pussy
Graveyard in my bed, only when I get mad
Arms and legs in my closet, heads and throats in my trashbag
Talkin' that shit, you'll get beat with some switches
Blew up a convalescent center 'cause I hate old bitches
I try to be cool, but y'all won't leave me alone
South Park lunatic, with the mind of Jim Jones
I'm hard to beat, favorite food is raw meat
Two-Hundred blenders in my head, crushin' heads like pigs' feet
[Chorus and Break:]
You'll bleed from your head to your toe
That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
Goddamn this needs a mash-up!
A psycho ass nigga, I'm dissin' your crew
If you don't like the way I rap, tough shit nigga fuck you
It's time for a murder, I'm finna' kick ass
Breast feed newborn babies with unleaded gas
Blood gushin' out your head, it's getting thicker and thicker
Pour some chocolate on your arm so it can taste like a Snicker
Push your ass off a building, check to see if you're dead
Blast back a second blade, plus I'll sharpen your fuckin' head
I'm strapped with the uzi, so get ready to die
Catch a nigga' while he sleep and strike a match in his eye
I'll sneak in your house and kill your ass for fun
Check to see if you're still sleepin', burn a hole in your tongue
Bloody bodies in caskets, the measure are drastic
Dead babies in my house suffocated by plastic
Think you can beat me? You gotta' be jokin' hoe...
Threw a brick in Houston, Texas, broke a window in Tokyo
Your sister stole my money, that's alright, I'ma slam her
Catch that bitch by herself, and beat her the fuck up with a hammer
Throw your daughter in the air, hope that bitch break her leg
Be nice and help her up and kick her dead in the head
No bullshittin', you must be smokin that rock hoe
Snatch some meat out your stomach so I can make me a taco
[Chorus and Break:]
You'll bleed from your head to your toe
That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
A mothafuckin' psycho...I need to be dead
Took the knife out of my neck and ate the meat out' my own head
Necks and throats, bein' brutally torn'
Arms and legs dipped in blood taste good with some popcorn
I'm mentally psycho, insane with a triple-six
Six hundred dead cat heads screamin' in a crucifix
Yo I'll be damned if I don't get no respect
Drunk a pint of goat's blood, then I died in a squirrel's nest
Yeah
You mothafuckas' said you think that I'm soft
That's why you' bleedin' with a thousand dead rats in yo' fuckin mouth
To kill a nigga' is a chance I can't pass up
After hitting you wit' a stick, naw' don't fall...get yo' ass up!
Some say I'm crazy, some say I'm a crook
Cut up his body so damn bad, the flies said "UUUHHN!?"
I won't stop shootin' til' somebody gets shot
A bunch of bloody cut off fingers, anybody want red hots?
I won't sweat, but then I'm a threat
Here's a bullet for you, and your child that ain't born yet
You mothafuckas' still tryin' to diss
Beat a nigga' in his chest til' his stomach say "Fuck this!"
A violent nigga, stickin punks like paste
Hoe, I'll slap yo' ass so hard my hand will go through yo' fuckin' face
Marriage -
Me and yo' mama getting married soon...
After I fuck her I'ma kill her at the honeymoon
[Chorus and Break:]
You'll bleed from your head to your toe
That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
This is a mothafuckin' WARNING.
A damn red alert
Squeeze yo' neck with some pliers til' I see blood squirt
I'ma crazy mothafucka', smokin' punks is my joy
You don't really wanna' fuck with me boy
Flashbacks from Panama makes the gangster elite
12 O'Clock I'm out searching for some good looking brains to eat
Growin' and showin', steady
You talkin' shit to me? You must don't know who you fuckin' with
See what I'm saying; Ganksta Nip means "DOOM"
Mercenary plus a ninja, rifleman in a courtroom
Throats on a kite, got intentions to fight
Bodybags in the street, dogs eat good for a week
Bitch I'll shoot you in your face, you think I won't do it?
Charles Manson, Freddy Krueger, makin' babies drink lighter fluid
Yeah I'ma gangster, I ain't got time to be mushy
Keep yo' bitch out my face 'cause I might blow up her pussy
Graveyard in my bed, only when I get mad
Arms and legs in my closet, heads and throats in my trashbag
Talkin' that shit, you'll get beat with some switches
Blew up a convalescent center 'cause I hate old bitches
I try to be cool, but y'all won't leave me alone
South Park lunatic, with the mind of Jim Jones
I'm hard to beat, favorite food is raw meat
Two-Hundred blenders in my head, crushin' heads like pigs' feet
[Chorus and Break:]
You'll bleed from your head to your toe
That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
Goddamn this needs a mash-up!
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Yeah
Yo son we gotta take it and go get the Ikea jeans man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, i got a new, wooooo!!! niggaz don't even know son
Yo check the joint
Boom, yo i got a crazy idea how to do Ikea jeans now
Check it out, boom, this how you freak em, boom
You go get you go get the cream joints right? boom
Now now, all you all you dye, is this shit right here
Boom, and this, yaknowhati'msayin? any color you want
But it'd be like, blue and cream, yaknowhati'msayin?
Shit like that, niggaz don't even know this stuff
Word is bond i'ma rock niggaz this summer, on the real
Knowhati'msayin? yo son, i had crazy visions
Check it out check it out check it out, boom
Just imagine if you buy, ooooh!! check it out
Just imagine you bought navy blue, right
A navy blue, a navy blue pair right, boom
Of this, of this shit, knowhati'msayin?
But dye gold top and got cream on top
Then you can have any color like
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