What up Toronto?

It’s May, the weather is consistently in the mid teens and it’s officially patio weather. What this also means is that most of ya’ll will be heading downtown on the regular. Regardless of how you get downtown, one thing is sure, you’re gonna need something to vibe to. Wether it’s in your ride with the windows rolled down driving 2 miles an hour so everyone can see you; or in your ipod, I got you covered. Hip Hop, House and everything in between, these mixtapes will have you bumpin’ your head all summer long.

DJ M-Rock 

The Best of A Tribe Called Quest


DJ Surreal Sound 

The Last Stand Mixtape (Hip Hop)


Soul Shocker


DJ Miss Kittie

Blahzay Blah


Boot Camp Kit Sessions V.7


In all honesty, I haven’t heard a good mixtape in a while. This one blew me away. The Best of Kanye West mixed by the amazing DJ M-Rock is by far the best mixtape I’ve heard in a long while. This is an absolute MUST HAVE for any Hip Hop or Kanye West fan.

Download The Best of Kanye West


I never thought I would be writing this letter. It’s something I have thought about for some time, but just couldn’t bring myself to do it. This is very hard for me, but it’s the right time.

I met you when I was 9 years old. My boys, who were a little older, used to kick it with you in the park. They would sit and listen to you speak for hours on end, taking in every word you had to say. They would say to me “you have to listen to her speak.” Many times they recited your words to me; they had your poems memorized. I wont’ lie, your words were dope. Soon I was there with them, listening to you. Hanging on every word. Finding harmony in your poems.

Your poems were about a life I never knew existed. Even though I never experienced what you talked about, I could feel your emotions as if I had lived it. While many disapproved of what you had to say, more and more were listening to you. It wasn’t long till I fell in love with you. You were the first of the only two loves I would ever know.

We grew up together. Through my teens, you were the only one I would listen to. I would try to learn every one of your poems. Some of my friends would be amazed at how many of them I had memorized. A few laughed at how immersed I would be emotionally when reciting your words. You were with me through most of my firsts, experiencing them together. Through out my teens I found comfort in your words. It didn’t matter what was going on in my life, I always felt like you understood me. I can’t count the hours that I spent alone with you, just listening to you, silently. I still remember this one night. It was a Friday. Me and the boys were a little older. It was my first time drinking. It was dark and late. We were by the jungle gyms. We always hung out there because it was away from the walking path and the lamps. You were there as always, speaking to us. I drank a lot that night. I don’t remember most of it. I do remember your words. I remember how vivid the emotions felt as you spoke. I had never felt them this profoundly; maybe it was the alcohol. I remember reciting along with you; every word as if I had written them. We all did. We didn’t stop, even as we walked home while the sun was coming up.

Through most of my life I always kept current with every one of your new poems. We grew together, matured together, and changed together. As we grew older, so did your audience. You poems were being accepted by the majority rather than the minority. Your popularity was never higher and you were attracting a larger audience. Your poems started to change, the emotions in your words changed. While most of your poems appealed to a broader audience, you still managed to write some for the few of us that had been listening to you from the beginning. Yet, we continued to grow older; continued to grow apart.

Over the last few years I’ve come to realize, your poems are no longer meant for me. They’re for a newer audience, a younger audience. Without realizing it, I started to move on. I still listen to a lot of your new poems, but I would be lying if I told you I felt the same emotion as I did in my younger years. Those you recited to me as I grew up will always be a big part of my life. I still listen to them and even though I have moved on, just remember that I will always love you… Hip Hop.

As for the other love, I’m not ready to write that letter to her.

I came across this feed on twitter. Complex magazine compiled Hip-Hop’s 50 Greatest Album Covers, in their opinion. Anyone who knows me, knows my love affair with Hip-Hop. I grew up on Hip-Hop in the 90’s. Educated myself on Hip-Hop from the 80’s. So this article was very interesting. Also very disappointing. In my personal opinion, a lot of the album covers did not belong on that list. A lot of Hip-Hop album covers are the same. They feature the artist or group posing. That’s not original or eye-catching. It’s boring. Sadly this list features a lot of them. But, what’s great about Hip-Hop and art is that everyone looks at it from a different view.

Take a look at the list. What album covers do you think should have been included? Which ones should have been left off?


My favorite album cover is the Redman cover featured above. It ranked 49 on the list.

The movie Notorious comes out today.  I still remember back in November when I first found out about this movie.  I mean, a full out movie about Biggie Smalls aka Biggie aka Notorious B.I.G. aka Big Poppa aka The Black Frank White aka Christopher Wallace.  R.I.P.    I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited about a movie, except Transformers.  I’m listening to “Ready to Die” as I write this.  Possibly one of the greatest Hip Hop albums ever made.   For those of you who don’t know… Now you know…  

Those of you that know me, know what a Hip Hop Head I am and while I always say DJ Premier is a Hip Hop God to me, Biggie Smalls is a very close second.   I don’t think there was anyone better on a Premier beat that Biggie.  I still remember all the Tupac vs Biggie debates when I was in high school, and while you truly can’t compare the two, I always thought and always will think that Biggie was better.  Biggie’s flow was incomparable, his word play was just flat out CRAZY!  Biggie had the ability to get you out ya seat and say… “OH SHIT, THAT WAS DOPE.”   Even 12 years after his death, there isn’t a rapper today that could compare to Biggies flow.   I get chills thinking of Biggie rapping over some of today’s beats.  

I remember this one story  I heard Premier tell about Biggie.  He was on the corner of Bed Stuy, Brooklyn, freestyling.  No deal, no recognition, he didn’t have shit.  Premier was established putting out Gang Starr records and knew Biggie as the young kid on the corner.   As Premier walked by, Biggie called out to him and said, “One day I’ma rhyme over one of ya beats.”  Well,  he did, better than any other rapper ever did.

Now… I don’t know if this movie will do Biggie Smalls’ story any justice.  I don’t know if the movie will be any good.  Good or bad, who gives a fuck.  It’s Biggie Smalls, and if you’re a Head, you go watch it just out of respect for in my mind the greatest rapper of all time.  So from Mississippi down to the East Coast go watch this movie ’cause you know… Biggie, Biggie Smalls is the ILLEST.

I’ll leave you a few Biggie Videos for you to enjoy in honor of today.