Showing posts with label DJ Jazzy Jeff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DJ Jazzy Jeff. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Skillz x DJ Jazzy Jeff x J. Period: Infamous Quotes


Well, then.  Unexpected new mixtape from Skillz.  I don't know a thing about it.  In fact, considering Skillz notorious lack of prolificacy (sorry), I'm shocked that we have this AND a new album from him on Oct 25.  Hey...why not.  Have some.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Eminem x The Roots x DJ Jazzy Jeff - Rock The Bells (@ VH1 Hip-Hop Honors)




Now . . .usually I don't even bother watching "previews" or "snippets" or whatever the efph, let alone repost them shits . . .but this combo is like the FF&SS Fanboy Hall of Fame all on stage at once doing one of the greatest jams ever.  Well done, VH1.  I'm hooked.  You got yourselves a viewer.  This year's edition of Hip-Hop Honors is a celebration of the 25th anniversary of the founding of Def Jam Records. UPDATE: LOL @ VH1 for making sure Em didn't say the "...crappy lookin', nappy headed girls..." line. HA!

The original, by LL Cool J, after the jump (for you young and uninitiated folks out there)

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Skillz, Usef Dinero & DJ Jazzy Jeff - Inside A Change



Yeah, I know . . .
Right now is usually where I go on some rant about how Skillz and Jazzy Jeff are two of the all-time MVPs, but the world at-large just doesn't seem to be smart enough to respect them.

Nope...not this time. Not gonna do it.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Upper 80's in Jersey This Weekend?!

You know what that means . . .
Drums, please!



"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!"

Oh, what a glorious weekend this will be. North-Central Jersey, be warned. I will be rolling through your neighborhood, checking out your half-dressed women at a grand 2MPH (so everybody sees me). If I smell grillin', I'm goin' all up in your yard, son. "Your burgers are belong to us."

To top it all off, the Scum of the South, DC United is coming up to Giants Stadium on Sunday afternoon for a 3PM game. Forecast says a high of 86. Oh, yes! Hotter than rhino sex. I imagine the combination of face-melting heat, an intense rivalry, and several gallons of alcohol are going to produce the highest of high comedy, and maybe ever a few punch-ups. I can't wait.

Summertime, bitches!