i hate Detroit.

this shit is gonna be bananananas.

a couple thousand miles away…

money on my mind, money on my mind, money, money on my mind

so money is all i think of.

*sorry, i couldn’t resist.

I don’t just spend my time roaming the internets, posting on here and smoking weed. I actually go out into the world and engage in activities with other human beings. this is where SHOOK comes in. the good people at SHOOK, in their infinite wisdom and good taste, have brought me on board to help keep the gulliness of the magazine intact with contributions from time to time.

so now, after all the free, stolen music, in-depth interviews and enlightening social commentary that i’ve given you all for about a year and a half now, it’s your chance to show you support me as well.

buy a mag.

the second issue of the magazine features material on:

-flying lotus

-samiyam

-blu

-ta’raach

-ras_g

-erykah badu

-james poyser

-karriem riggins

-sa-ra

and a shitload more…

NORMAL VERSION will cost you $10 (including shipping within the United States*)

but

if you feeling like making a little bolder investment…

DELUXE-CHROMED-OUT-BITCHES-N-SHRIMP version for $15 (including shipping within the United States*)

includes:

- the mag. duh

- a mix CD

- random shit

- a chance to receive a drunken phone call from House Shoes!

- and another surprise or two…

*foreign orders hit me up.

since wordpress is a nightmare and i can’t get these Pay Pal buttons on here…

ALL ORDERS PLEASE REFER TO THE ABOUT ME SECTION OF MY MYSPACE. THANK YOU. YOU CAN ADD ME AS A FRIEND IF YOU WANT. IF NOT THAT’S COOL.

guess all the records in this last picture and get a freebie.

no, your magazine isn’t gonna be all bent up. i just scattered them around for a picture, they’re actually stacked nicely and alot less photogenic.

workinonit…

hello everybody (c) dr. nick

I’ve been lagging on a bunch of shit. to everyone i’ve interviewed in the last month or so, my bad, i’m getting all that out asap.

in the meantime.

Dwele – Workinonit

Dwele – Brandi ft. Slum Village

the first joint, you already know.

the second is apparently off his new album, but i remember hearing this shit awhile ago. flames anyhow.

Shawn Jackson – House Shoes Joint

Finale – No More Mr. Nice Guy (prod. House Shoes)

Shoes just emancipated a bunch of joints he’s produced on his Space…hurry now.

Co$$ – These R The Dayz

Co$$ cracks open the vault again, rappers everywhere ball up they 16’s.

wake up in the morning, turn on my cell phone

photos: maritha

frontin’ in the mirror, straight turnin’ myself on.

i dont feel like saying shit.

Quelle – Cheers

Quelle – Sugar Honey Ice Tea

Quelle – Used To

Weird Al Yank-a-chick. don’t sleep.

speaking of sleeping..

Freeway – Night Shift ft. Memphis Bleek

this song is the mutherfuckin business. even Memph shuts shit down. i felt that needed to be put out there.

summer’s here (redux)

woa.

i might need to make it to the next one*…

House Shoes @ the Do Over

highlights include:

- Shoes looking for a sample on a record while spinning.

- dope ass Amerie “One Thing” blend

- “Look of Love”, then “A Millie.”

- Shoes beats

- and always a few OG’s you haven’t heard before..

Dam-Funk @ the Do Over

Dam (pronounced Dame) is bana-nutty. this set sounds like the soundtrack to summer. that’s one nutty ass DOOM blend on there, too.

*as should you if you’re in southern california. find out more & rsvp.

buy me lunch.

motherfucking CRAC knucks!

summer’s here.

and i’m done with higher education until september.

The Do Over is a retardedly hyped weekly party in Los Angeles that you probably won’t be able to get into. the space is small and the line is slow to move, but once inside, shit is knocking*. touted as “the livest shit in Cali” by none other than House Shoes, this backyard bbq-esque scenario welcomes some of the finest DJ’s that come through Los Angeles, such as the incomparable DJ Rhettmatic.

RHETTMATIC – LIVE @ THE DO-OVER

Oh yeah, Co$$ also sprang this loose on his Myspace recently…

Co$$ – Can’t I (prod. Exile)

* at least thats what i’m told, i have yet to go…i know, i know.

graduate with honors as a cocaine scholar

meet motherfucking Danny Brown.

Danny Brown – What Up Doe (prod. Nick Speed)

Danny Brown – What Up Doe remix w/ Big Herk & Phat Kat (prod. Nick Speed)

Danny Brown – Whut Kan I Do (prod. Madlib)

Danny Brown – Gun In Your Mouth w/ Marv Won & Chips D’Nero

grand star jazz club

selective memory, convinient amnesia.

more about “Invincible feat. Finale- “Locusts” (d…“, posted with vodpod

Invincible – Locusts w/ Finale (prod. House Shoes)

(finale)

condos remodel my old turf-

for what its worth soul got left in the earth-

on a search i stood in front of compuware-

the hudson building spoke first and said i was here-

from old bricks all over downtown-

to sears with the roebuck attachment-

purple gang used to move thru your block

like a mafia pageant- move around in my town-

where spittas talk- and if u leave, forget us

and try to come back?- i hope u turn into a

pillar of salt- every jackhammer cracking

the concrete- thats a lost and forgotten

piece of the D- we’ll never see in a book or

paper- replaced with a temp casino, strip

mall, liquor store- another stadium doubling

as a palladium, eateries- the d speaks to me-

now watch yesterday get swept away beneath a

pile of debris- commitees pickin from a lottery-

for the hottest riverfront property- sign

over your deed- shocking to see us go from

peoplemover to people movers- let the people

choose a better way- they set up shop and sped

away- landmarks come and go like a john with a

pro- led astray and they run up on detroit

for consumption- so i look back and see my city

under construction- look back and see my city

under construction.

by the LOCUSTS

surrounding suffocating the city and trying to choke us

ravaging the crops making the situation hopeless

but we staying focused

never let the locusts approach us

(invincible)

Locusts and buzzards circle and hover above the

abandoned houses shattered windows with the crooked shutters

cross the street construct a cookie cutter condominium

lining woodward its the prime meridian

you divide the city in

in the hood wonder why you pay two times the premiums?

they been redlining the dark skinned

owners of homes where they loan with a sharks fin

arson the property probably for the insurance policy its a prophecy thats self fulfilling

they claim to cure us of poverty BUT

its serving removal

of residents with urban renewal

the reverend is the realtor

here to save and heal ya!

they even “buy ugly houses”

and its memorabilia

of a myth of a city thats a mystery

auto industry’s widow

on the auction floor they start to bid low

on houses with hanging gutters and peeling shingles

purchased at a nervous pace and a cadence

i heard a wrecking ball hit a building thats mistaken for vacant

a sleeping city awakened by bulldozers and the wool pulled over our eyes

it comes as no surprise

why the rents are more from the french to ford

to the Illiches

trying to pillage the village and milk it for all that its worth

while they killin us

but we still got resilience