e'erybody's got the hiphop bases covered...

so, without much entrance:

beast of commodo

as much as jan garbarek is a cracked out sax player, i think arlid andersen and jon christensen lay the beat out flat on this track. don't get me wrong, i like what jan does in the beginning and end of the song, but the shit in the middle makes coltrane sound like he didn't do enough heron, and to top it off i didn't either.
(it's a 17 mb file so it's kind of big. especially if you have as slow of internet as george.)


lester leaps in

if you don't like count basie, then i don't like you.

I'm up in the spot like Gerry MacNamera. It's 12:50, Hilo Bay time, and it's time to get moving.

Here's one to let you know where I'm at:Rhythm Defense Team--Hard Time Hilo
My boys flip Stevie Wonder, except it ain't Mississippi, it's Hilo Bay, all day all night. This might be too much, too soon, I should have saved it. But sometimes you gotta come out swinging, especially if you know there's no way you can win the judges. You can't lose shit if you ain't got shit, yafeel? Sometimes shit is so grimy you just laugh, like last night at 7-11 when an ice head came in and started chugging a half gallon of milk in the store. Have you ever seen Dog the Bounty Hunter? Hilo is the place they don't like to fuck with because it's the jungle.

But beyond the drugs and poverty there's always something to be proud of...art, warm nights, waterfalls, but more than anything, good people. People that live off each other, heads that come through in the clutch, uncles that will feed you before they eat, boys that you know have your back for life. That's why this Rhythm D shit is so unfuckwittable, because it comes from a real place and it's really reps Hilo. I like to think I had a little something to do with that; back when my boys were doing straight wreck rhymes, I said they should put some direction in their songs, that all they needed to do was look around and put that into verse.


This is where I'm from: MG--No Sense Of Reason
I could have picked a new Bay track, but there will be enough of those up here in due time. This is Lowell High courtyards circa 1999. This is souped up Civic hatchbacks outside Japantown Bowl. Japantown Bowl had the sickest video games, all the crazy shit from Japan that looked like it came from the future. And they had the old school crinkle cut fries with just the right amount of too much salt, and when I was 6 years old and I first saw the turkey on the screen, I was like, what the fuck, did you win a turkey?? And my Dad said no, that means you got three straight strikes. Shit didn't really make any sense. But long live Japantown Bowl, because the thuggest Asians posted there and made me proud to cruise JTown before I even knew it.

This is what I fuck with: Lil' Wayne--Flow Over the Addictive Beat
Weezy is a nympho with AIDS right now, he kills everything he fucks with, and he's fucking with everything right now. My favorite thing about this track is that he doesn't even rap about anything, he just rips. And then in the end he cuts out and says, I don't wanna say no more!

I don't wanna write no more. Fuck with that Hard Time Hilo track though, it's on point. But don't burn it.

Hit Parade

Ain't Life Grand -- Bubba Sparxx ft. Scar



Don't Forget About Us (Remix) -- Mariah Carey ft. Fabolous and Styles P.


Get Your Hustle On -- Juvenile



Automatic -- E-40 ft. Fabolous