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Sightings pt.1
31
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Yo! MUSIC VIDEOS pt.17
So my totally insane and brilliant 19 year old cousin, Alessandra has edited quite the masterpiece, renowned tattoo artist Johnathan Shaw’s latest book” Narcisa: Our Lady of Ashes”. Alessandra is a very gifted writer herself, I remember when me and her were sleeping on the floor of her father’s tiny downtown apartment half drunk I was yelling at her to write a book already, that she was talented and fucked up enough to do whatever the hell she wanted. I don’t know if it was my kick in her ass, or her own neurotic self determination ( which it was) but she moved to L.A when she was 18, cleaned up her act in a big way- and is now a professional writer and editor for Jonathan Shaw, writes a style column for the L.A Times, and has worked with the likes of Johnny Depp. Alessandra has already turned down a book deal from Vice, waiting for the right deal to come along (which it will), with her expensive taste and in your face style of writing expect to be hearing of my gifted younger cousin very soon. Basically Alessandra kicks ass and so does “Narcisa: Our Lady of Ashes”, Buy it and Read it!!
Above is Alessandra ( I give her so much shit for smoking cigarettes, but this is a great photo so I’ll let it slide)
Narcisa: Our Lady of Ashes is renowned tattoo artist Jonathan Shaw’s latest and most shockingly in-your-face leap into the world of outlaw literature. Set in the hot urban sprawl of Rio de Janeiro, Shaw’s story follows the twisted love affair between a middle-aged gypsy and the beautifully manipulative and insane young prostitute, Narcisa, with hilarious, poignant and often tragic detail. Recounted in three years of diary entries, Shaw’s character navigates the teeming slums and lice-infested flop houses of Rio and stumbles along a secret passage to enlightenment at the hands of a gyrating Buddhist Dakini. Through this darkly hilarious litany of doomed love, drug addiction, compulsive sex and mutual enslavement, Shaw proves that it is possible to follow your heart and never once be degraded by self pity. Inspired by real-life experience, Narcisa is bound to be an underground classic
Buy a copy now at Heart Worm Press
“Jonathan Shaw is the great nightmare anti-hero of the new age.” - Iggy Pop
“Shaw, a legendary tattoo artist, former friend of Charles Manson and current friend of Marilyn Manson, has woven a vicious stack of pages together about a drug addled maniac of a Brazilian Prostitute that is sure to tighten the sack of many a jaded man…” -VICE
“If Hubert Selby Jr., Charles Bukowski, Ernest Hemingway, Jack Kerouac, William Burroughs, Neil Cassady, Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, the Marquis de Sade, Antonio Carlos Jobim, Joao Gilberto, Edward Teach, Charley Parker, Iggy Pop, Louis-Ferdinand Celine, R. Crumb, Robert Williams, Joe Coleman, Dashiell Hammett, E.M. Cioran and all of the Three Stooges had all been involved in some greasy, shameful, evil whorehouse orgy, Jonathan Shaw would surely be its diabolical, reprobate spawn”. -Johnny Depp
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Dead Prez “Hell Yeah”
Intro
Holden Street
Dean Street
click clack, Presidents
Nostrand Ave
DP’s, Orange Ave
RBG’s, T-Town
Who Wanna Ride, Brooklyn
Come on, Come on
Verse 1
Sittin’ in the living room on the flo’ hunger pain
got me on some migraine shit but I’ma maintain
Nigga got two or three dollars to my name
and my homies in the same boat goin’ through the same thing
ready for a caper, steady plottin’ for the paper
we been livin’ in the dark since April
on the candle, gotta get a handle
my homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble
nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page
lemme tell you how we fiendin ta get paid
we gon’ order take out, when we see the driver
we gon’ stick the 25 up in his face, let’s ride
steppin’ outside like warriors into the notorious southside
one weapon to the four of us, hidin’ in the corridor
til’ we see the dominoes car headlights
white boy in the wrong place at the right time
soon as the car door open up he mine
we roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
by the look on his face he probly shitted in his clothes
you know what this is a stick up
gimme the dough, from the pick up
you ran into the wrong niggas
we runnin down the block hot with these stack of boxes boxes
so we split up and met back at the apartment
Hook
Hell Yeah
You down to roll my nigga
Hell Yeah
You ready to get your hands dirty my nigga
Hell Yeah
Your momma need money and thangs my nigga
Hell Yeah, Well let’s ride then, Hell Yeah
Verse 2
I know a way we can get paid
you can get down but you can’t be afraid
let’s go to the DMV and get a ID
the name says you but the face is me
now it’s yo’ turn take my paperwork
like 1,2,3 let’s make it work
then fill out out the credit card application
then it’s gonna be about three weeks of waitin’
for American Express, Discover card
Platinum Visa Mastercard
cuz when we was boothed and shit then we was targets
now we just walk right up and say charge it
to the game we rockin’ brand names
well known at department store chains
even got the boys in the crew a few thangs
Po Po never know who to true blame
store after store ya’ know we kept rollin’
wait two weeks report the card stolen
repeat the cycle like a laundrymat
like a glitch in the system thats hard to catch
comin’ out the mall, with the shopping bags
we can take ‘em right back and get the cash
yeah, get a friend and do it again
damn right that’s how we pay the rent
Hook
Verse 3
I know a caper
we can get some government paper
ya’ know food stamps, can we really do that
hell yeah right there for the takin’
fuck welfare we say reparations
Ya’ know the grind
get up early get on the line and just wait
everybody on break
that’s part of the game and when they call your name
Miss caseworker lemme state my claim
I’m homeless, jobless, time is hard
about hopeless, but I gotta eat regardless
no family to run to I’m 22
now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
my sad story made her feel close to me
I made her feel like it was in emergency
and when I came to the crib niggas couldn’t believe
I came back with a big bag of groceries
Verse 4
Every job I ever had I had to get
on the first day I find out how to pimp the system
two steps ahead of the manager
gettin’ over on the regular tax-free money out the register
and when I’m workin’ late night stockin boxes
I’m creepin’ their merchandises
Don’t put me on dishes I’m droppin’ them bitches
and takin’ all day long to mop the kitchen
shit, we ain’t gettin paid commission, minimum wage
modern day slave conditions
got me flippin’ burgers with no power
can’t even buy one off what I make in an hour
I’m not one to kiss ass for the top position
I take mine off the top like a politician
where I’m from doin’ dirt is a part of livin’
I got mouths to feed dog I gotsa’ get it
Outro
If you claimin’ gangsta
Then bang on the system, and show that you ready to ride
Til’ we get our freedom
We got to get over, we steady on the grind
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Yo! MUSIC VIDEOS pt.16
WHO THAT? PT.18 : STEED LORD
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WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO BE FAMOUS?
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Slick Rick “Children’s Story”
Girl
Uncle Ricky, could u read us a bed time story please, o please
(Alright you kids get to bed i’ll get the story book. yall tucked in?)yea Here we go,
Verse
Once upon a time not long ago,
when people wore pajamas and lived life slow,
When laws were stern and justice stood,
and people were behavin’ like they ought to good,
There lived a lil’ boy who was misled,
by anotha lil’ boy and this is what he said:
“Me & You, kid, we gonna make sum cash,
robbin’ old folks and makin’ da dash”,
They did the job, money came with ease,
but one couldn’t stop, it’s like he had a disease,
He robbed another and another and a sista and her brotha,
tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover,
The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic,
he said “Keep still, boy, no need for static”,
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap,
but little did he know the lil’ boy was strapped,
The kid pulled out a gun, he said “Why’d ya hit me?”,
the barrel was set straight for the cop’s kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure,
“I’ll do years if I pull this trigga”,
So he cold dashed and ran around the block,
cop radioes it to another lady cop,
He ran by a tree, there he saw this sista,
a shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her,
Looked around good and from expectations,
so he decided he’d hit for the subway stations,
But she was coming and he made a left,
he was runnin’ top speed till he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him,(sorry)
then he made his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor,
opened up the door there, guess who he saw?,
Dave the dope fiend shootin’ dope,
who don’t know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said(I need bullets, hurry up, run)
the dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but there was cops all over,
then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova,
Raced up the block doing 83,
crashed into a tree near university,
Escaped alive though the car was battered,
rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered,
Ran out of bullets and still had static,
grabbed a pregnant lady and pulled out the automatic,
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o’ lead,
he told the cops(Back off or honey here’s dead),
Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong,
so he let the lady go and he starts to run on,
Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded,
before long the lil’ boy got surrounded,
He dropped the gun, so went the glory,
and this is the way I have to end this story,
He was only seventeen, in a madman’s dream,
the cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream,
This ain’t funny so don’t ya dare laugh,
just another case about the wrong path,
Straight ‘n narrow or yo’ soul gets CAST.
Good Night.
