Sunday, November 30, 2008

First It Was M.I.A.

Now it's Santogold...I expect to hear her on every hip hop station now that Jay & Ye have co-signed.

...and WTF is up with this guy's flow?  Never thought the day would come when Jay would be this corny. SMH.

--Cool Hand Mo

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Good Morning World.

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

Isaiah 9:6

- Steph. Love

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Friday, November 21, 2008

More Saints

So...side-note, the actors tattoos are real, right? I feel used.

--Cool Hand Mo

Thursday, November 20, 2008

No Words For This One

Norman Reedus on the Toronto set of Boondock Saints II: All Saints Day, you must understand what this does for me, for us...this movie will single handedly bring our economy out of Recession, you heard it hear first.

Some footage from the beginning of production.

The "hoverboard" of the religiouscrimerevengeactioncomedydrama genre.

--Cool Hand Mo

letter to the editor

joshua...please tell me that is not rodney in the first two clips?

this ish is jokes

-S. Loveless

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

LOL, somebody sign these dudes.

So I was in my homie's neighborhood the other day and witnessed some very strange behavior that I just had to capture on video.
Keep in mind that you should never smoke sherm...

--Joshy Marbles

She seems like the perfect girl to cheat with,

sleep with, I bet that she can keep a secret.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Dom Is The Truth

VIMBY - Everybody Knows Us Music Video from VIMBY on Vimeo.

--Cool Hand Mo

See thee more clearly.

" His fist smashed into her stomach, causing such agony that she gave a retching scream, and dropped her hands. Fists which seemed to be weighted with lead smacked in her face, against her nose, her jaw, her eyes. She staggered back helplessly, striking out weakly, once trying to kick. She came up against a table. It crashed beneath her, and she fell backward. She banged her head against the wall.
She was grasping for breath, terrified in case she was hit again, but all was still.
There was red in front of her eyes. Red. Blood. She licked her lips, and knew the taste of blood. She saw the tables, the chairs, the windows, the gay posters, and his feet. She dashed her hands across her eyes, glanced down and saw blood on the back of her hand, but at least for the moment she could see more clearly"


Well, this is fitting.

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I got a different type of censorship so whatever I'm blessed with I don't mention it, that shit is soft, and my motto is when you get in the endzone act like you've been there before, says somethin about your character to always brag so if you never had then act like you always have, for real, here's somethin to adhere to be careful, cause with so much DICK in your mouth I can't here you!

--not Mo

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Saturday, November 8, 2008


I remember watching this skit years back thinking it was one of the most glorious things I'd ever seen.  A car full of tacos?  Nevermind.

--Cool Hand Mo

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

--Cool Hand Mo

This is on repeat...

New Jay Electronica.
Exhibit A (Transformations); Produced by Just Blaze

--Joshy Marbles


--Joshy Marbles

Sunday, November 2, 2008

The World Shaker

--Cool Hand Mo

Down This Load.

Alex Turner, front man of the Arctic Monkeys, Miles Kane of The Rascals and producer/composer James Ford come together like Voltron (pre-Michael Bay blasphemy) as The Last Shadow Puppets.  The whole record sounds like a soundtrack to an old spaghetti western a la the legendary Ennio Morricone, with hints of early bowie.  I digs.
--Cool Hand Mo


Congratulations on the mess you made of things;
On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings.
And oxidation is the compromise you own
But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones

You force your fire then you falsify your deeds
Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds
And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds
But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead

This is beginning to feel like the long
winded blues of the never
This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly
and finding a throat to choke

This is beginning to feel like the long
winded blues of the never
Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture
and blowing the crows, the smoke

This is beginning to feel like the long
winded blues of the never
Static eplosion devoted to crushing the broken
and shoving their souls to ghost

Eternalised. Objectified.
You set your sights so high.
But this is beginning to feel like
the bolt busted loose from the lever

Never you mind
Death professor
Your structure's fine
My dust is better
Your victim flies so high
All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next

Never you mind
Death professor.
Love is life,
My love is better.
Eyes could be the diamonds
Confused with who's next

Never you mind
Death professor.
Your shocks are fine,
My struts are better.
Your fiction flies so high,
Y'all could use a doctor
Who's sick, who's next?

Never you mind
Death professor.
Electrified, my love is better
It's crystallized, so'm I.
All could be the diamond
Fused with who's next

This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever

This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever

This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever


Saturday, November 1, 2008

Hey Morgan,

What in the bloody hell?! lmfao @ the 3:26 mark.(Mo and Linds)

I'm so ashamed to admit that I am in this corny ass video somewhere as well. Not sure what exactly it was that I was thinking besides trying to get close to Marvin Gaye's daughters boobies, they are quite plump. That corny dude singin was next her the entire time. "Sugar pie, honey doo, I love you" psssh. Way to put the pen to the pad .smh.Only thing positive about this experience was gettin to meet one of my idols who made a cameo appearence. Click.

If anyone has or can find a link to this song(which I highly doubt) it would be greatly appreciated. I need to be listening to this while I'm in the voting booth on tuesday.Track #15. Deliberation

Baraack! What up wit that 40 acres and a mule?...

But i'd settle for a 40 ounce and a pit bull, make that happen for us.

Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull triggers

in army boots, yellin "Join the armed forces!"

We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons

Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes

There's still a lot of nigger calling in the corporate offices

War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us

They won't be servin the beast too long

The murderers wearin police uniforms, confederate flags I burn

Beat Street breakers were dancin to the music I chose

And Peachtree Atlantic crackheads was tootin they nose

in frozen corners of Chicago, loaded up Llama's children

with fo'-fo's, and double-revolvers

We devil incarnates, headed for jail

Where Shell gas company in South Africa be havin us killed

Your paper money was the death of Christ

And all these shorties comin up just resurrect your life

It's like a cycle