of the evil curse of the vampires.
Rid this world of these bloodsuckers… of the poor!
People say the guy who used to live there was crazy. But really, he was a fuckin’ lunatic. He enabled his drug addiction and was willing to die for his sickness. This lunatic killed his own relative who lived with him; his only positive conscience. He didn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone. He just wanted to know when will be the next time he could get high.
It’s been said, his own son paid him a visit once and couldn’t even recognize his own father. His son claimed there were many random individuals who went in and out of the house. He also expressed that there were lots of unpleasant shit going on which made the son feel uncomfortable. He decided then and there he will never go there again. By that time it was already a trap house.
All the residual negative energy left there made the place haunted. Pain, agony, anger, abuse, sadness, dark thoughts and death. They all roam the halls and rooms of this vessel. Blessing the house would just anger the spirits. It’s more in dire need of a cleansing. Maybe even an exorcism. A psychic medium said, “The guy screamed to God to help him once. But he didn’t receive any kind of response. Other than the drugs, that’s what drove him insane.”
After that moment he stopped believing everything and lost himself in his own insanity. During that process he fell into a deep dark hole…
A few weeks ago I got to visit a place I’ve been meaning to see for a long time; Fort Bragg, CA.
With a population of 7,287 life is slow/easy living.
The best way to describe this city is to listen to DJ Shadow’s Album: Entroducing…
Especially this shot. For viewing pleasure, listen to the track: Building Steam With A Grain Of Salt on that album:
That little shack in the back is Sea Pal Cove. I swear they have the best fish and prawns I’ve ever tasted. It’s always the little hole in the wall joints that have the best food.
I am a fan of Petroliana/Automobillia. The way the morning sun shined through the trees gave it a real surreal and nostalgic feeling…
It’s really cool to see this place still active. If I lived here, I wouldn’t mind working for a place like this…
With HWY 1 running through Fort Bragg, it really has its breathe taking views.
I will see you again Fort Bragg.
That’s the best way to describe this album. This will always continue to blow minds lyrically. Today marks it’s 22nd anniversary since it dropped back in 1995.
I like to use music as a medium; a way to describe and relate to a situation. I said in a previous post that the Infamous album molded the Private Runner’s oath.
Only Built 4 Cuban Linx… is one of the many lyrical soundtracks for me and Tougel. Every time I listen to this album it brings back memories of chilling at Tougel’s pad, working on cars and talking about shit that’s on our chest; talking about the moves we need to make in life in order for us to grow.
“We gotta move God, we gotta move God, we gotta migrate. Get the f-, get the fuck outta New York, yaknowhatI’msayin?”
In an interview from 2010 Raekwon states, “When we sat down and did ‘Striving for Perfection,’ we knew how important the intro to an album is. We were coming in as young, scrambling niggas. We had visions—goals and dreams. And when we was saying certain things, shit was relating to niggas’ lives for real. But at the end of the day, we was just trying to let it be known that, Yo, we gonna do this and we ain’t gonna stop. If we fall off, we fall off. But if we get on, this is only the beginning.”
Pretty much how I felt when I formed the Private Runners and made Tougel the first member.
“Get the fuck outta
New York Sacramento, yaknowhatI’msayin?” Would be my version. Now I live in San Diego and Tougel lives in Nagoya.
“No man, can judge for another.
But each man must weigh all facts and circumstances,
and find truth in his own judgment of righteousness.
See, the way to evil, balance equality in no man.
For no man is good and bad at the same time.
Either you good, or you bad”
“When the things get for real my warm heart turns cold.” – Prodigy
Hip Hop plays a big role in my life, it’s one of my religions. Now, this motherfucking album right here is legend, it molded me to who I am today. This album established the Private Runners oath:
“We in this together son your beef is mines.”
With every new rapper today being a “gangster” I feel Mobb Deep’s style of rapping should be re-classified as real Gangster Rap (along with other artists from that era).
“You can put your whole army against my team, and I guarantee you it’ll be your very last time breathin”
Recognize real y’all, folks don’t rap like this anymore.
“I got you stuck off the realness”
Rest In Peace Prodigy.
“Cause long as I’m alive I’ma live illegal“
공격이 있었다, 사이버 해적.
우리는 일어난 것을 막을 수 없었다.
그들은 주요 제어 시스템을 해킹,
전자 기기의 엄청난 금액은 바다에서 잃었습니다. 수 조 달러가 손실되고 있다.
많은 피해가 해양 생물에 이루어졌다.
변환이 일어났다, 우리의 꿈 너머
전자 몇 해양 야생 생활이 융합한
그들은 새로운 모양과 형태를 취했다