Johan Agebjörn featuring Nintendo: Mega Man II
Saw this under the influence of something. I thought it was sick. Watch until he beats the game (try being under the influence as well). Very enjoyable.
Pink Mega Man is lame.
Saw this under the influence of something. I thought it was sick. Watch until he beats the game (try being under the influence as well). Very enjoyable.
Pink Mega Man is lame.
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2/27/2008 09:24:00 PM
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Hopefully you all have been listening to my radio show that I have every Monday with my roommate at 5:30 EST. If not, bully for you, because we played some songs that bump last week, and for a little break from the epic rap verses I'll give you guys some of my favorite tracks from Chouetty Beats Radio. To kick it off, here is a track by one of my favorite mastahs of the synth, Mr. Oizo. His track, "Patrick 122 (CALLING IN SICK remix)", though intensely schizophrenic and complicated, is fucking disgusting. This has been my favorite song for the past week, and I have no idea how to recall the melody because it is so bizarre. But holy fuck, I love it, and I hope all of you guys will too. Serial. Next, a group called Relentless, originally from Boston, but now hailing from the beautiful City by the Bay, come with a song that could literally COMMAND the dance floor. Enjoy it thoroughly, because they have very few songs at the moment, but look for more to come from this promising duo. And finally, a little rappie rap. I have explored to my fullest ability the likes of afore mentioned lyrics aficionado, the mater, Big L. One of my favorite tracks of his it the unforgiving "Deadly Combination (ft. 2Pac)". Need I say more?
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2/27/2008 10:07:00 AM
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Harlem's Finest. Possibly the best flow and some of the best lyrics to be heard. Big L's career was cut painfully short after two classic albums, similar to another NYC great, but Big L was at his finest when freestyling. If anyone can find me a better freestyler (except for Eminem in 8 Mile), I'll drink from my own dip cup. Big L had wordplay that most rappers can only dream about, and this is best shown on the first verse of his Stretch & Bobbito '98 Freestyle.
While granted this is not a typical song due to its lack of a hook and the fact that it's a freestyle recorded in a booth of a radio station, the first verse Big L drops might be in my top 3 verses. Throw in the fact that it may or may not be a freestyle (one of the DJ's says something about Big L writing it), and you can understand why Big L is unquestionably the greatest rapper from Manhattan.
Shut your mouth up before I buck lead/
And make a lot of blood shed/
Turn your tux red/
Im far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head
Don't get me wrong I've heard some witty shit in my life, but if you're freestyling that, that's the craziest line I've ever heard. Period.
R.I.P to one of the greatest to bless the mic.
As a special bonus I am putting up the CD that this is on:
Harlem's Finest: A Freestyle History
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2/26/2008 08:08:00 PM
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Labels: Big L, Great Rap Verses, Music
Andre Nickatina holds a special place in all of our hearts; I remember being in 8th grade or so and simply downloading any song of his I could find on Kazaa, enthralled by his catchy beats and the fact that he held a relative "underground" status and hailed from my hometown. Having 100+ of his tracks would easily make me hella cool if I ever went somewhere, like college, where I could disseminate my knowledge of King Nicky to the blind masses.
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2/26/2008 11:59:00 AM
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Labels: Andre Nickatina, Dre Dog, Great Rap Verses, Situation Critical
It is here: Widukind's Official Fantasy Draft Review, 2008. I would like to say that I stand by all predictions and observations made here, no matter how stupid and idiotic I appear 9 months down the road.
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2/24/2008 02:58:00 PM
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Alright, and now for #4. Hungry has laid a daunting task ahead of us all, and there are so many directions one could go. We have BIG (an installment this list was made for, a true master of the verse--I would have put up the first verse of "Respect" had abriendo not posted his choice), we have METH (one of the sickest sounds and hottest spitters ever), and $HORT (the godfather of bay rap, not to mention a fucking amazing flow paired with an incredible voice). So what the fuck do I do? One aspect of rap verses that I really enjoy is when they hold content to them other than fucking bitches and making bitches go down on other bitches and making bitches do coke off of their d**ks and having bitches rub their feet and etc. That is why the best rappers are the ones who come from rough backgrounds; imagine slangin' crack to feed your daughter, and then having the ability to rap over music with such skill that you could earn enough money to buy your daughter a fucking Ferrari for learning to wipe. Tracks like "My First Song" [Jay-Z] and "Respect" [BIG] are so incredible because they demand credibility. These artists come from a world so far from ours (I am speaking for myself, I dont know about abriendo--he's strapped), and the songs that I feel hit home with me are the ones that let me experience their anger, joy and frustration in coming up from and out of the streets. One verse that does this for me is Nas' second verse off of "I Gave You Power". Spoken through the perspective of a gat, and the journey that it goes through (being loaded, left on a shelf, jamming up leading to his owner's death, craving being loaded, etc.), and what you feel from this song is the agony that violence causes on the streets. A song that overshadows "I Gave You Power" on It Was Written, "Tha Message", speaks of the pain that Nas felt in the death of Pac and BIG, and this track goes deeper into that plight and talks about it more generally and brings it to the street level. The first time I really listened to this song and tried to understand what it meant other than the story of a gun told in the first person was when I was walking to the bus stop in Tufts. I took the train to central Boston and then to Providence, and after listening to that verse, everything seemed dirty and riddled with violence. No song had ever done that for me. Thank you Mr. Nas. Now I am cured--listening to enough electro, Wu-Tang and BIG has brought me back to earth.
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2/21/2008 04:55:00 PM
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Notorious BIG feat. Bone Thugz-N-Harmony - Notorious Thugz
I know you guys have this song, but you have to admit Biggie’s verse is absolutely ridiculous.
Good luck at the draft y’all.
So much smoke, need oxygen.
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2/21/2008 02:58:00 PM
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I would like to applaud hungryfortacos for the concept. I had thought of compiling a master list, but that requires way too much work and I knew I would leave out way too much, so the song-by-song format is a good idea.
This was the first song that came to my mind. As they say, always go with your instinct.
I Get My Thang in Action - Method Man (2nd Verse)
Meth was my favorite member of Wu-Tang before we saw them at Ruby Skye; since then, I've been obsessed. He has so many qualities that make him a great artist: flow, style, humor, charisma...the list goes on. All of those come in to play in this song, and most notably his second verse.
You don't know me, and you certainly don't know my style.
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2/21/2008 10:28:00 AM
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First off I want all the contributors to know this is meant to be an ongoing collaborative effort between all of us and our readers to compile a list of great rap verses. I mean how often do you hear a great verse get ripped and want to either compare it to another verse or see how it stacks up on great verses of all time? I know this happens more frequently then some might expect. And these are in no particular order, so we don't need one winner, and this is something that all the contributors should be able to participate in. But don't post any weak shit.
Too $hort- Gettin' It (Verse 1)
First off let me say that this song sounds greatest by far when the listener is blazed out of their mind. That being said, $hort Dog breaks the mic on his first verse. The funky horns and slow winding beat goes absolutely perfectly with $hort's verses and rhymes. He tells the tale of growing up in Cokeland while teaching all the young players how to play the game. Short Dog acts his age here (unlike in songs like Shake That Monkey or Blow the Whistle) and straight up preaches to all of us. Throw in a classic 90's reference (R.I.P. Johnny Cochran) and you got yourself a classic verse. Here's to you Short. Get in where you fit in.
Out like J-Kidd.
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2/20/2008 09:57:00 PM
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Labels: Get In Where You Fit In, Rap, Too $hort, Verses
I live in a world where the fact that the Giants’ and catchers reported to camp a few days ago did not excite me or get me pumped for the upcoming season. I like to believe I am a realistic fan. I don’t see the Giants competing for at least two full seasons. And I definitely don’t see us competing if we continue to act on the major league level the way we have been this off-season. We are a team marked by a definite lack of top-level talent in the higher levels of the minor league. We have, in my mind, three prospects, all outfielders, who have potential to be athletic players and make our team fun to watch. But, despite the fact that Brian Sabean stated outright he was going to be leading the team in the rebuilding direction this year and for the next few years, his actions speak consistently to plugging holes that aren’t necessary to be plugged. Look, I still believe Brian Sabean is a good GM, maybe even a great one if the settings are good. But he isn’t the type of GM the Giants specifically need at this time. When I originally started thinking about this post, I was planning on titling it “I wish Mark Shapiro was my GM,” referring to the Indians GM who famously said a few years ago that the Indians were at least two years away from competing, and then promptly went out and traded for young future stars such as Grady Sizemore and Pronk. Basically, Sabean is a GM built for the old style of baseball. One where teams had their superstar and the free agent market was ripe enough that a GM could fill necessary holes with savvy veterans. Look at the Giants winningest teams during his legacy. They are typified by two superstars or elite players (Barry Bonds and Matt Williams and Barry Bonds and Jeff Kent) surrounded by a mix of role players and good fielders such as Jose Cruz, Omar Vizquel, Ray Durham, the list goes on. During the period of 1993 to 2003, only the Yankees and Braves had more wins than the Giants and it seemed like every year the Giants were in the hunt until the very end of the season. But sometime around the turn of the century, baseball began changing. Contracts got longer and more expensive, the steroids era came to a presumable end and thus, younger and fresher talent, with high ceilings and low contracts, became the hot commodities. No more could a team look to fill important holes by signing free agents to reasonable contracts. As such, farm systems are more important than ever. The problem is, amongst the Giants’ successes of the past decade, they seemed to miss these subtle but overall important changes within the baseball world. They had the game’s biggest star, who was always a huge draw with his thunderous home runs and propensity for record-breaking. But, when his body began to finally fall apart, most likely aided by the lack of steroids in his system, the Giants were revealed to be the bare bones team they were from the beginning. Sabean, as good as he was at building a winning team around Bonds, isn’t built to reconstruct a team on young talent. Yes, the Giants did sign a player at the ripe age of 16 who looks destined to be one of the game’s next great home run hitters. And yes, our draft from this past year has already revealed to potential top prospects, Tim Alderson, who I am already sure is going to be the Giants savior at closer with his HUGE frame as well as odd delivery (more on this later), and Wendell Fairley, a black inner-city athlete who has already been given the ceiling of “Carl Crawford with more power.” But, that is less a result of Sabean and more a result of new hirings within our minor league system. Sabean, for his part, looks the same as he did in past years. His one major signing, Aaron Rowand, blocks the development of our only three high-level prospects that show any promise. Rajai Davis made a splash last year when he showed a knack for getting on base as well as stealing at will. Freddie Lewis has significant bop, hit for the cycle, and is still very much a raw talent because he focused on baseball so late in his career. Nate Schierholtz can flat out hit, and he has at every minor league level. He is still young, too, and if he is given the chance he could easily become a complementary player who hits 20 home runs and steals 20 bases. So why aren’t we given these players a chance to play? If we dropped Dave Roberts and ate the rest of his contract, what’s the harm? He is certainly not making our team better prepared for the future. All he does is block our few prospects we have from ever getting their fair chance. Plus, why sign Rowand, a 31 year old player who plays with a definite reckless abandon, to a five year contract? We are signing him for the years when he will decline the most. How does that represent a change in attitude, a focus on the future? I can’t fault Sabean because I simply think it’s really hard to change one’s perspective on the game. I think he would make a good GM for a team with a steady superstar like the Yankees. But, for the Giants and the future of the Giants, he definitely isn’t the right person for the job. I think Widukind and I should launch a coup, and take over the upper management. We’d be sick.
But, what does excite me about this time of year now, besides fantasy baseball, is this is the time when the 2008 top prospects come out. YAY!!!!One!111 So basically, in the last two weeks two of the more important top prospect lists have come out. One from SI’s Kevin Goldstein available at this link
http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2008/baseball/mlb/02/08/goldstein.top100/index.html
and one from ESPN’s Keith Law available if you have insider at this link
http://insider.espn.go.com/mlb/insider/columns/story?columnist=law_keith&id=3221365.
Both are fairly trustworthy, but I put both behind Baseball
Now, on to my analysis: these two lists agree in principal to many of the top 20 prospects though they differ widely as the list continues on. Law picks Evan Longoria as his top prospect and Jay Bruce as his second best, while Goldstein picks Bruce as his top prospect and Clay Buchholz as his second best. I tend to agree with Goldstein. I think Bruce is the top prospect entering this season. He won last years’ Minor League Player of the Year award and has shown tremendous power potential as well as good plate approach. Everyone keeps calling him the next Larry Walker, which makes me balk a bit because it took
But the thing that really jumped out at me was the inclusion of Angel Villalona in both lists as well as his placement. In the Keith Law one, Angel is listed as the 20th (he’s 29th in the Goldstein one). Jesus Christ, the Giants got fucking lucky. For those of you that don’t understand how ridiculous that number is, let me explain it to you. The top 100 prospects is a “whose who” of the next top players in baseball and the top twenty are usually saved for players on the edge of making an impact in the Major Leagues within the next two seasons. Angel is 17. He is Simone Stolzoffs age. And he is the 20th best prospect in baseball. Last year was his first year in organized baseball. And he is the 20th best prospect in baseball. He would be a junior in high school right now (or a senior, depending on when he entered kindergarten…if he entered kindergarten). And he is the 20th best prospect in baseball. Ryan Braun was the 26th best prospect in baseball before he took the league by storm. I’m so excited. Early scouting reports say his bat is the best to come out of the Dominican in a decade. Think Manny Ramirez, including even the outfield laziness. He’s going to be really really really good. I pray about it every night. Law even has him listed as the top first base prospect in the game already. The two other Giants to be included were Henry Sosa (who is around 80 in both lists), a single A pitcher who posted an ERA sub 1 in the rookie league last year who can literally throw 100 and Tim Alderson, a 19 year old pitcher we drafted in the last first round last year. Alderson is the one who impresses me more of the two and he is listed at 59 in Law’s analysis, high fucking marks for a 19 year old with only about 20 minor league games under his belt. Right now they are billing him as a starter and some projections have him as a potential good number two starter, but most are saying he will eventually move over to closer where he could dominate. Historically, most closers share the trait of having a slightly unusual windup to go with their dominating stuff. It prevents hitters from establishing good timing in only one inning. Frankie Rodriguez, Robb Nen, Trevor Hoffman, Billy Wagner, the list goes on. Alderson has a significant hitch in his delivery as he brings his 6 foot 7 body (he’s fucking huge) down quickly in his windup, hiding the ball really well the whole time, only to surprise the hitter by throwing his body upright once again and coming out from a high three quarter release. I can’t really describe it so here is a link that shows it pretty well:
http://www.pitchingclips.com/players/tim_alderson.htm.
Alderson has pitched from the stretch only since high school so he seems groomed for the position. Hooray.
Apart from that, this blog is supposed to be a Giants and A’s blog so I guess I would be doing an injustice if I didn’t analyze the A’s in my report. I would like to be the first to say Juanfish, I’m jealous. The A’s absolutely raped the White Sox in the Swisher trade. Gio Gonzalez, Fautino de los
Some other things of note,
Okay that’s it.
Sorry for the length.
Out like my credit card.
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2/20/2008 01:27:00 AM
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We watched this movie in my Psych class; optical illusions are super cool. I think the fact that things as sophisticated as our eyes and brains can be so terribly fooled by a little paper cut-out is fascinating. However, there are always some assholes in my class who claim the illusion didn't work on them, and make sure to say so just loud enough so the professor might hear them and consequently single them out so they can explain themselves in front of the entire lecture like the douchebags they are. So annoying.
Another group of people I have found to be extremely irritating are complete strangers that walk straight through a door that you're holding for them. There's a lot of ebb and flow at school, with people coming in and out, resulting in a lot of doors that need to be held. I have no problem opening a door, looking over my shoulder, and holding on to it just enough so the next person can reach it and do the same. But some people don't understand how to work as a team, and they decide to kick their walk into a second gear and breeze through so I end up holding the door entirely for them. Usually these are the people who also find it completely superfluous to say "thanks". In Dostoevsky's Underground Man-like fashion, I have fantasized about tapping one of these morons on the shoulder and saying, "hey, jackass, I hope you know door-holding is a fucking team effort, and you just disrupted the entire system, you freeloader. Go root for Junior Seau". Unfortunately for me, I'm an exponentially greater dick in theory than practice, so they get away with it. For shame, me, for shame.
Finally, I got a bonus track for you guys. After signing up to do a radio show (Sundays 12-2 AM EST, Wonder Mike Radio. www.wmre.fm, you have to download RealPlayer, but you'll get to see my pretty face. Tune in to the debut this weekend, you BZs!!!) for WMRE this semester, I got in touch with the station's magazine and was asked to write an article about Supreeme, a local rap group. They're relatively underground and were "discovered" by Murs, who works with them a lot. Some girl gave me their most recent album, and she's supposed to be getting me their contact info soon, so hopefully I can post that article/interview here. For now, here's a song of their album, "Supremacy":
Supply and Demand feat. Murs - Supreeme
I love Murs' verse (the last one).
Out like Roger the Rocket.
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2/14/2008 12:37:00 PM
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Labels: Dragon Illusion, Murs, Poop, Supreeme
Ya dig? I posted The Fixxers single "So Good" (ft. Rich Boy) about two months ago in my "New Music" post, and I had no idea what these guys had in store for the future. I checked the blog punchyourmother, that widukind showed me, and I saw that the crew had released their first full length album, Midnight Life. I promptly downloaded and was pleasantly unsurprised at how much I liked it. The beats vary widely, from simple flutes and phone FX sounds in "Off Da Hook", to a clean piano and drum riff for "Smoke II Much", to an intricate rhythm of synth, bells and bongos in "Sippi Sippi". Although completely different, all of these tracks come together very well to make a pretty complete album. AMG and Quik are back in my book.
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2/12/2008 02:00:00 PM
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With only 4 episodes remaining in the greatest television show of all time, I found something I thought you guys might appreciate. This is the link for Tim Goodman's blog, in which he essentially only talks about The Wire. If you don't know who Tim Goodman is, he's the TV Critic for the Chronicle and is a real good writer and a pretty funny guy as well (he used to be on KFOG in the mornings all the time when I would be driving to school). His blog's definitely worth a look.
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2/11/2008 10:07:00 AM
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Labels: The Wire, Tim Goodman
This album has been featured on almost every music blog that I check, not matter the genre that they focus on. I thought I would put it up here in case you guys haven't gotten it yet. Supposed to be great. Vol. 2 is pretty sick as well. Malice and Pusher bring it with the Re-Up Gang (and a little help from Drama)...
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2/08/2008 12:58:00 PM
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2/07/2008 05:14:00 PM
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Rich Seubert: Wow Tiki you are fucking pussy quitter bitch, how do you feel?
Wow. The most amazing and nerve racking experience of my life. Fuck the Pats. Fuck Bill Simmons. Fuck Bill Belicheck. Fuck Tom Brady. No more undefeated. No more Eli Manning garbage talk. That win was for all the Giants fans, all of New York, but much more importantly and this encompasses all of you, that win was for everyone who wanted to see the fucking empire go down.
I wish I had more insightful stuff to say and maybe at some point I will but I'll try to put some of my ideas out there. Eli Manning = greater than Big Ben. Eli Manning = no more pussy talk, no more anything talk because he was the only motherfucking quarterback who could beat the motherfucking evil Pats this whole year. Justin Tuck = monster. Spags = genius. I'm sure we're gonna lose him to the fucking Skins now, but honestly, Coughlin should retire and he should be head coach. Michael Strahan = you deserve to go out on top. Plaxico Burress = you don't show up and then you fucking torch them for the big 6. David Tyree = people are gonna know your name now son. Ahmad Bradshaw = one of the biggest plays in getting that fumble back. Kevin Boss = to quote Widukind: "Shockey who?" Tom Brady = I hope you end up with Gisele on the stage of Metal Skool. Tony Romo = homo.
Much love. I love you all. I love the Giants. I love New York. I might try to go down to the parade. I love all my boys for rooting for the Giants, no lie we couldn't have done it without all you guys supporting us tonight. For real I mean that. SUPER BOWL CHAMPS 2008 NEW YORK GIANTS BABY!!!
Out like Tom Brady, Bill Belicheck, perfection, and Tiki Motherfucking Pussy Barber.
Edit: The thing I want to get across most and I am just realizing it is that I am so happy for everyone. I am so so so happy for Eli Manning cause the New York media will never have anything to say against him again. I am so happy for David Tyree, the 4th wide receiver who gets no love and whose mother died. I am so happy for everyone else that's what feels best. I am so so happy.
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2/03/2008 09:19:00 PM
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Labels: 2008 NFL CHAMPIONS NEW YORK GIANTS, Giants, NFL, Super Bowl
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2/01/2008 09:23:00 AM
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Labels: Doritos, Japanese Women, Poop, Tom Tancredo