Bis x Preem

Apparently this joint is actually printed-up on some 7″ vinyl, and was given away with the newest issue of Wax Poetics.

Download here — Right click-clack and save as, bitches.

Insert “I wish Bis always rhymed over nice production” comment…  Now.

Beat L.A.

In case you missed it, Ted Green of KTLA T.V. in LA recently wrote an article instructing Lakers fans on how to hate the Celtics.   Basically, he says they’re all bad dudes and thugs on the court.   Teddy, those in  glass houses…………..

Shannon Brown: As a rule you should avoid men with women’s names. Especially ones who, like Shannon, are about one  neck tat from an honorary membership in maximum security.  Besides that, this guy has become one of the more over hyped bench guys ever.  A back up point guard that averages a little over one assist per game is about as useful as a text-book on Huntington Beach.  In addition, this guys performance in this year’s dunk contest was just abysmal.  He had lived on Sports Center all year, but come the contest he looked like the last kid picked in gym glass.  If you can’t handle that pressure what will The Finals do to you.

Lamar Odom: Mr. Kardashian  is one of the most disappointing players of my basketball life time.  He was supposed to be the next great play maker with height and athleticism.  Instead, he is a surly sixth man who needs constant prodding from the people around him to exert any effort.  Lamar almost became the first guy kicked out the league for smoking weed while with the Clippers.  He failed piss tests all the time. His exploits during his one year of college put the University of 401 on probation for a shade under eternity.

Pau Gasol: Llama looks like the kind of guy who’s B.O can clear a train car in 15 seconds.  Hands down the worst beard in professional sports.  Gasol is softer than my Comfortpedic.  He spent the 2008 finals covering his head and running away with a shell-shocked look on his face.  Gasol has supposedly gotten tougher, but I still see a lot of flops on the defensive end and he ends up on a lot of posters.

Derek Fisher: Straight up mugger.   That’s all.

Ron Artest: Where do we start.  The man who almost destroyed the league in one night in Auburn Hills.  Artest has always been bat-shit crazy.  His buzzer beating put-back in the conference finals has suddenly made him a beloved figure on the Lake show, even though he’s been hurting this team all season.  Artest has quit on every team he has played for.  After the Pacers stuck their necks out and supported him after his “Punch every fan in the Face” campaign, he rewarded them by quitting to make a shitty hip-hop album that has sold about six copies.   Of course, he has a few domestics on his docket also.  He fits right in the land of Heidi and Spencer.

Kobe Bryant: We all know Kobe is a bad dude.  We may never know exactly know what happened in Colorado, but something went down.  It was a huge black-eye on the league and it has been erased from every Laker fan’s memory by some experimental medical procedure.   This guy has been known to whip the ball boys so bad that they leave Staples in tears.  He is the petulant super star.  His dad was such an ass that teams were scared to draft him because of his lineage.  He is a great player, but his persona is a blatant Jordan rip off.  If you want to know the real Kobe, talk to people in Philly.  He is truly the man who can never go home.

So there it is.  Guide to hating the Lakers, not that any real Celtics fan needs one.

Ladies and Gentlemen, the newest addition to our epically-sized blogroll…

If you know me, chances are you’re aware that I’m an avid reader of Chris Faraone.  However, for some awful reason, The Providence Phoenix barely prints record reviews or anything hip-hop related that isn’t penned by Chris Conti anymore.  So, over the past couple years, I’ve resorted to reading Faraone’s work on The Phoenix website whenever I don’t have the time to grab The Boston Phoenix, in which he is printed weekly.

Anyway, about a year ago a number of his articles started to receive trackbacks from Jump the Turnstyle, a blog that Faraone had apparently been posting on regularly.  Since then I’ve all but boycotted clicking-through The Phoenix‘s website and starting checking JTTS daily for links to his Phoenix articles and whatever else he writes for the site.

I’ve never really even trusted the mans more-often-than-not hard-nosed, semi-elitist opinion on music, yet, in what may seem like an extremely ironic contrast, he’s one of the only hip-hop journalists (<—a dying breed) I actually take seriously.  What can I say, I think he’s a good writer and his knowledge of and dedication to hip-hop run longer than his wordy-ass sentences — and that’s something I can appreciate.

Check out Jump the Turnstyle, the newest addition to TECB’s blogroll, where you can catch the majority of Faraone’s hip-hop publications, and a bunch of random shit from a few other Boston cats.

I can think of thousands that rhyme better. But, still, this shit is pretty tight.

I’m actually considering the purchase of this album, seeing how Marco is turning into the DJ Premier of years passed.  (He makes even average cats sound exceptional.)

Also, I figured I’d mention how The Exxecution is one of the three record’s (others: 1 & 2) Chris Faraone has scored perfectly in the past year.

That’s it for now.  The Bruins are on.  Let us know what you think of the video.

Paul White x Guilty Simpin’

A joint going out to all you mo-mo’s who “like words” too much to get down with some fine instrumental tunes…

Get the above single for free, and the rest of the EP for a small fee over at White’s Bandcamp page (along with all of the other goodies that I put you on to in my massive ’09 year in review).

And don’t bother coming back here if you ain’t messing with at least one of them Paul White instrumentals.  Seriously.  Take a hike.