An unacknowledged beast. Overlooked and misunderstood. Underrated. The swagged out Grendel to these double breasted Beowulf’s. These bloggers pass me over. Replace me. Like a Hoodyear welted Dainite. Who will tell my tale? Who will write my story? The true story. To garner acclaim ima have to Gardner this myself. And you know what? Fuck...Learn More

Jegs on. Jegs on. Jegs. Bout to run six miles. On my favorite treddy bear. But first need to work up a sick tweet. Something that encapsulates my one-of-a-kind grind. My love of stylin’ on garden variety seasoning plants. “Swerving on Bond in my blazed out midnight o’clock NBs.” “Keep the fuck out my way plebes. #makemymonstergrow” “Hit Lord Zedd...Learn More

“We have your family” That was 23 hours ago. 22 hours since I stormed out the Polizia’s HQ. 15 hours since I capped a fucking snitch. 1 hour since I decided there was only one way this would end. It might already be too late. Found this burner shoved in my ticket pocket. Ransom note wrapped round it. Letters cut from back issues of Leon. “Cooperate...Learn More

Uh well-a well-a well-a Ugh. Tell me more. Tell me more. Err’body back from camp. Swapping stories. With mad emphasis. Not bad, huh? For some ignorants. But who told the greatest tale? Where does the narrative go when we’ve plundered the archives? Exasperated the canon? Raped and pillaged the catalog on some gully ass uptown shit? Tryna sell a...Learn More

Not even trying here. Fuck any kind of pedigree we had going. Dialing this one in. Paint by numbers with this shit. Lookbook A B C’s. O is for Orange. Saw the O face bros making OJ last season. So we added a banana and a green apple. Oh shit blogger. Sarted on. Our BDs just jumped up a price point. Cause we mad fruity. C is for carpet. Racking our...Learn More