This was one of my favorite stores since I was a little kid. The first place I ever rented videos from in the 80s and also the first place I ever bought music, once I started getting old enough to buy music. The neighborhood hip hop record shop but they sold all genres of music, graphic tees, posters, etc. Bought lots of vinyl, cassettes, and mix tapes in this spot!
You know I stay killing it.
Big Stoak the Most Villainous.
It’s unbelievable. You can’t believe how real it is.
I know you’re feeling it.
I’m sealing the deal. The show, I’m stealing it.
Like a thief in the night. Making it look easy. Yes, I’m breezing it.
These fools don’t know?
Everywhere I go,
I bring that crazy, super fly flow.
It comes so
Basic instinct. Animal.
I fire rockets, missiles, and cannon balls.
Steady drop heavy like Niagara Falls.
Baptize rap guys like Biggie Smalls.
Raise the roof. Bring down the walls.
Welcome to my expo.
Doing my thing on the instrumental.
Change of tempo
but still got the ill flow
and dudes full of ego
still act like they don’t know.
My style’s all-pro.
Never sounding like so-and-so.
What these assholes stay playing on the radio.
That’s a huge no-no
for the Kid. No tengo
Soy un animal.
Here is my latest. Beat by Stradivarius. This one is in memory of my cousin, P-Nut, who passed away suddenly on September 28, 2013. 2 years ago this month (May), we were in Brooklyn on our way up to Avenue U to get some good Chinese food. On the way, I let him hear some of the new music I was working on, and at one point he asked me why I always rap slow. Little did he know that I had already written and recorded the first verse of Soy un Animal, and that my flow on this track was a bit more up-tempo than he was used to hearing from me. I didn’t say anything about it to him, but I couldn’t wait to finish up work on the song so that he could hear it and give me some feedback. He passed on before the song was done, though, and so he never did get a chance to give it a listen. That is why I have dedicated it to his memory. He was one of the first people to introduce me to hip hop way back in the early 80s, b-boying on cardboard in front of my house on 4th Ave in Brooklyn, reciting the lyrics to La Di Da Di on our way home from Sunset Park pool. So many memories. A very huge influence. My big bro! I love you! Rest in peace, cuzzo!!
I dug up some throwback flicks the other day. 2 of my older cousins and myself break-dancing on cardboard in my basement. I’m gonna go ahead and credit these 2 guys for introducing me to hip hop. These were taken the night of my little sister’s christening, January 1984. Coincidentally enough, these photos also are probably the first I had ever taken myself. I guess we grabbed my mom’s or dad’s camera on our way downstairs to keep it funky.