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be safe ya’LL. and enjoy ya’selves.

Love&Respect as usual.
be.

About 10 or 12 years ago I did an illustration of a young dancer who had just won the Vibe Magazine B-Boy battle. It was a nearly random drawing that was accompanied by another illustration of a young upcoming turntablist who is now more commonly known as DJ Craze, (google that motherfucker). Both of these drawings were just exercises in line drawing that I gave myself in order to refine my ’skills’ back in the day, and I had NO idea what kind of impact these two individuals would later have on the Hip-Hop world.

I remember a while back when Cloud started battling with bandanas tied around his hand and wrist, his hair spiked and a dress shirt on. A lot of people were on some shit saying he was just a boy band dancer, and he wasn’t a B-Boy. But he has since been able to effortlessly transition from B-Boying as a passion into dancing as a profession, now serving as Madonna’s Lead Dancer. I don’t understand how anyone can hate on this level of success.

This video of Cloud (Skill Methodz) is a quick compilation of some of his sets from 07-08. And I don’t think it’s too hard to see why he’s one of my favorite B-Boys/dancers of all time.

For those of you who know him, I know there’s a TON of mixed feelings about Cloud. For those of you who don’t… enjoy.

I Welcome Cloud To My Legends League.

note: watch it all the way through. brilliance.

Home.

Away.

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For some, this is new. For others it will be a reminder.
Thanks for paying attention as much as you all have.
Love&Above.

be.

Re-Occur

So I stomped my bed so hard that my back lifted from the mattress and my shoulders pressed into the pillows underneath me; my eyes squeezing out tears and my jaw stretching open til the veins in my neck were pressing out of the skin like a wire hanger creases your undershirts. I could feel the spit attach from my lower to upper teeth and would grunt a heap of relief as soon as I could surpass the panting from the exhaustion.

You swear this is a game.

My nails long and jagged from being shottily cut 2 months prior rip through the skin on my thighs, pinking the skin then stinging.. then feeling wet.. not with blood, but whatever it is that yellows a scar to a crusted scab when it does.. and then stinging.

Next door i can hear my ’sister’ singing off key and the television way too loud in my dad’s room. My mom is in her room probably sleeping underneath a book she’s tired of reading. I’m face deep in a pillow screaming with a scar across my cheek fresh enough to attach itself to the sheets if I stick around for too long. I’m tired of hearing the same old song but she’ll keep going until the phone rings.

I drink 8 oz of rum, pop a few pain killers, a few sleeping pills, and some zoloft before walking myself backwards up the wall; my bare feet pulling the bed sheet right off and my neck against the ‘hate’ piece covering the holes I had punched through the walls over the years. I smash my head against the wood panel but nobody hears. I do it over. and over. hoping for brain damage, hoping for a forgetful wake up into 1992 before this all came to an explosive crumble. We applauded ourselves so goddamn much that the avalanche was bound to come tumbling down.

I yell and hear echoes,
never a response.

I am not you and for that i am grateful.
You are not me and should never wish for it.

In my closet is the skeleton for success - a writing inside the inside panel of the sliding door that used to be there, scribed the crying, lying with a lampshade, a life of hiding from a man who never made me learn how to become a man.

Hate and love are so close they cuddle.

As I die to go to sleep, screamed in sheets, what I breathe just muffles and I hear my dad react to something funny that Howie Mandel just said. I prop my head up, now on my stomach going sideways along the bed like kanye, me, and my boy thomas know how to fit 3 by the head and 3 by the leg. The sheet tangles my left ankle and I’m at such an angle that if i try to kick it off it’d probably get worse. Now I’m searching for the plastic 10-12oz cup with the flowers on it that’s half full once again with something that’s about to make me feel like daisies.

(In this age, the pot is broken and hip-hop is dead. So they say. In reality I was raised not on it, but by it. Given my own biases I drove past the bullshit quick and became a listener.)

Again, I hear, ’sister’ but now she yells my name, followed by, “Phone”.
I clear my throat and answer it..

“hello?”

You talk so much about yourself that you barely notice I’ve put a wire hanger in the bottom of my eyelid and am pulling until this yanking dream stops keeping my eyes glued closed.

deep.
deep.
deep breath through the nose.

Now wipe that pain off your face fucker, it’s just about time for the show.

Welcome To The Legends League

My homey Skam from LiveStock Toronto just sent me this pic of The Legendary DJ Jazzy Jeff and his homey both rocking the Die Enormous Ideall Clothing toques.

It’s cold as fuck out here in Toronto (snowing today).. so I don’t blame ‘em.

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I just got the sample prints for some of the tees we’ll be dropping into the Ideall Clothing online store in the very near future. I’ll let the photos do the motherfucking talking.

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What now, Neb?

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Inspired by a photo of my dude Drake when he first started rollin with Weezy.
Shout out to the Bay Area. Whattup D? Whattup Jon?

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The tee that’s causing all this fucking commotion is sitting in my motherfucking house you hatin’ ass fucking haters.

“I got the tape!! I got the tape”
- O Dog

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Welcome To The Legends League

For so many reasons. Leave this on repeat.

Love at ya’ll for everything…

For telling your peoples wassup. For telling my peoples how you feel about this LegendsLeague shit. For the support you’ve shown Ideall Clothing, the support you’ve shown me as an individual, and for making decisions to grow and change the person you are or have been.

I got you. Believe me.
Fat shout to the peoples who been getting at me and letting me know the deal. Thank you. Over and over.

You already know fam.

Love&Respect as usual.
be.

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Stop Sleeping.

I’ve been in a bad ass mood all day, and I know that my last post was grumpy as hell, so I thought I’d lighten things up with yet another installment of “Random BlackBerry Pics”. Enjoy.

This is an old ass pic of a beautiful piece of origami that my homey 40 (Octobers Very Own) did of Joe Budden as a crane. 40 is insanely talented as you can see. Nice work Shebib!

I took this shot at work. “Hey bitch, don’t have a dick!!”
Use it sometime. It works.

The easiest way to get recruits for law enforcement is to buy a big ass bus with minority cops hugging each other on it.

Never that.

First off, remember when water was FREE?! Now you can’t even buy water in a bottle that looks like there should be water in it. Here’s some vase-like bottles of water called “420″. How fucked up is this shit gonna get?!?! WTF! A motherfucker can’t get a simple Evian these days?!

No shit yo. That shit is WATER! Motherfuckers are NOT putting this shit in buckets of ice. They are drinking it the same fuckin’ way I still drink TAP WATER!!! Don’t believe me? This shit is called “10 Thousand BC Water” Shaking my fucking head yo.

Here’s the water you’re gonna want when you wanna stroll into the office looking like a Russian boozer from the Moscow mafia. Just be sure to slick back your hair and wear a track suit and Jordan V’s. Whattup AirKing!!

This is just how I get down aight? Don’t like it? You should see the face I got on the other hand. It’s very unimpressed by you, I’ll tell ya that much.

People swear it’s easy as hell to go on these sober binges. “OOOOOhhhhh, dieting ain’t that hard!!” Yeah? Have your daughter offer you an ice cream sandwich like this one and tell me this shit is easy. You fat fuck!!! Uggh. I turned it down.

I can’t help myself sometimes. You see markers. You see blank paper. You gotta do it for old time sake you know? Ideall Clothing. The official clothing line of TheLegendsLeague. Stop sleeping.

Yes, this is real. It is real stupid. And I was real drunk. LOL.

Were you aware that they got video cameras on the streetcars now? You know what that means for all you blunt rolling on the bus motherfuckers? You fingering your girlfriend ass pervo, prepubescent little teeny boppers? You clipping your motherfucking fingernails in the seat in front of me type bitches? That means they’ll have you on tape! Motherfucker! And STILL won’t be able to find you if you just get off the bus fast enough! lol.

Speaking of clipping your nails on the bus. Someone tell this bitch to stop that shit! Please. It’s NASTY. You don’t see me brushing my teeth and gargling my spit next to you do you?! Then stop doing bathroom shit in non-bathroom places! If this is your mother, your grandmother, your sister, or your lunch lady, PLEASE tell her that I asked for her to stop that shit. Thank you.

Here’s a better view. LOL.

Lastly, for all you upcoming graffiti writers.. consider your names before you start writing, please. This window scratch read: NOKAWK. Unless you’re a chick, I would go get some help about that problem of yours buddy.

Thanks to everyone who shouted me about the Down & Out post. I appreciate the support.

Peace.
be.