http://hiphopupdate.blogspot.com/2009/03/hhu-x-dctobc-presents.html
With the release of his single, the announcement of his promo tour as well as the release date for his next official mixtape, “Back to the Feature,” we felt it was perfect timing to put together a nice compilation of Wale’s work up until this point.
This compilation mixtape includes work from his past mixtapes (Paint a Picture, Hate is the New Love, 100 Miles & Running, The Mixtape About Nothing), as well as some live material and rarer freestyles. This is similar in style to our Cudi mixtape, that’s done almost 11,500+ Downloads so far.
We set out to call it the “Road” to Attention Deficit (his upcoming Interscope album) because his career has been a journey thus far – so we included live audio from the UK, Australia, California, etc. that captures his journey around the world.
Big shout to our partner with this mixtape, Modi over DCtoBC, and to our graphics guys (and they should be yours too!) Eddy N Pizzle. Also thanks to HHU members Clif Soulo (who initially thought of the project), Tha Advakit and K-TO.
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Heard the movie is a mess and might never come out but the trailer looks good.
Saw this on Sportscenter. James Billings-Kang suggested I post it. Bam!
These commercials are fucking hilarious. “The police often question him just because they find him interesting, his beard alone has experienced more than a lesser man’s entire body, his blood smells like cologne…he is the most interesting man in the world.”
Backtrapper (c) Elitaste, 2009
One who embodies true spirit of hip hop and doesn’t rap about their street fables but rather lives vicariously through themselves
Dude spits it straight Fresh Prince style…actually impressed by the audience participation. Would love to see a white flight attendant do the announcement in the form of a “Power Ballad.” Don’t know what a power ballad is?
Hilarious Idolator article on power ballads can be seen HERE
Power ballads aren’t music. They’re television. They’re soap operas. They’re ham acting in ridiculous outfits on cheap sets, reciting lousy dialogue, and getting to us thanks to shameless stroking of basic-unto-atavistic impulses many people are convinced, at some point in their life, that only they have. And as a result, the people who make them, who never came alive on music journalism’s pages, do so much better on TV. The Journey episode of VH1’s Behind the Music? Total classic. And the Time-Life infomercial is even better.
