Sickness to the Highest Degree : by Dalton Rochester: 2011

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

tyler, the creator aka Ace aka wolf haley aka thurnis haley

i remember back in 9th grade i used to be friends and watch his videos on myspace. not even promoting music as his reason for videos. but just him and his friends having fun and making funny remarks. then about a year ago almost i seen his name on mtv during one quick comercial. then about 3 months ago he won a vma for "yonkers" ! so now everytime i see him on tv or hear him i just know imma make it. he started from the same place i did. and look at em now

OFWGKTADGAF

Sunday, November 27, 2011

The Mutewatch

GLOW, SWIPE AND VIBRATE
The Mutewatch is designed to be simple and intuitive. Just tap the flat surface and the touch screen lights up, then swipe through the functions clock, alarm and timer.

You set the time for your alarms by tapping directly on the digits – tap on the top of the digit for a higher number or on the bottom of the digit for a lower one. When you want to erase an alarm, simply pinch the touch screen.

The Mutewatch also features a built-in motion sensor that registers your movement and automatically adjusts the strength of the vibrations. So, whether you’re sleeping, on stage giving a presentation or doing your work out, the Mutewatch will keep you updated on your next step.

Meet the Mutewatch from Mutewatch on Vimeo.

coolest watch in the world

female fashion idea

Model: Roxanne McDonald

Outfit: Obey Snapback
Firetrap leather jacket
Topman necklace
River Island leggings
Nike Vintage Blazer black/white

clay candy _ jerm jilla

Clay Candy the MOVEMENT... from Ramon - R54 on Vimeo.

Wiz Khalifa - gets his clay candy piece by JERM JILLA from Ramon - R54 on Vimeo.

25 Ways to Wear a Scarf in 4.5 Minutes!

Saturday, November 26, 2011

put your 3D glasses on!! k.

Uh
Shoutout to Schoolboy Q
He uglier than a motherfucker…

Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the tire marks
When the relay starts, I’m a runaway slave (Uh)
Walking on water and running on waves, God MC, I’m a god you gotta see
There’s never no eyes in me, if’n I din’t see, I’m a block away
Fire marshals moving in, marshmallows inside my pen
sweet sixteens, got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
I’m so appalled, with a prototype with a godly protocol
You an amateur, they wanna pro to call
I damage ya on camera in Compton, in Canada, I don’t care where you are
Just blink twice and I’m there where you are
Like a shadow in the dark, you a paddle in the boat
In an ocean of sharks, ’bout to come up short
Water in the pot, float crack rock like Bam-Bam, nigga
Have two grams, nigga, pay up or blam, blam, nigga
Have the black Cam, reaper, Dipset, killa Cam nigga
I done been around niggas, killas, pimps
You ain’t been around shit but your mama and your bitch
Shoved off the porch when I was like six
Uncle Bobby got the house ready back in ’96
Kick in the do’, canines all in the kitchen way before I even heard of Mike Vick
Mama in the bathroom, Papa at work
Happened on a Sunday, we shoulda went to church
Look at my shirt, Polo on it, it’s gon’ sell if my logo on it
I fear no opponent, a demon come near and I might throw a spear at the omen
You looking at the 2010 Romans Empire, high power, HP
In ya face like HD, and I spit like a HK, I’ma shop like a H3
H-u-b C-i-t-y A-D N-Y-G
Problem ain’t Hootie, nigga
Tell the government “Come shoot me, nigga!”
‘Cause I’m going out with a fist raised
And a fistful of money given to the fifth grade
Drink a fifth of Hennessey and then take another fade
With a Democratic politician from CA
They don’t wanna see a b-l-a-c-k
Making some scratch like a Hall of Fame DJ
Give us some free Js, put us in the PJs
Now we in the county jail calling for a threeway
Goddamn, y’all cold, mark of the beast
Wit’ ya goddamn barcodes stuck in the street
Where it’s dark like Harpo
Black man tell me where your goddamn heart go
Although, I’m in the land of milk and honey
Nobody never gave me shit, when I got my first chain
All the niggas tried to take it from me
I had to fight back and shit, get it back and shit
And you rap niggas lookin’ funny
Tryna talk back and shit, like he back that shit
Acting like you real or sommin’
Nigga ain’t popped no steel, ain’t popped no collar
Go pop some pills or sommin’
You trying real hard to appeal to sommin’, I’m bein’ myself
My BFF is a B-M-Dub
With your BM in it and a stash box glove
And the medicine the doctor gave a nigga won’t help
I’m at a limit where I be amazing myself
I bet I finish at a level wit’ a black belt
I bet it anywhere, every rapper get killed
Like bluh, bluh, bluh, bluh, where the knife at?
Cut, cut, cut, where ya life at?
Career’s over, he slumped over
And if I’m off beat, know I’m unsober
That’s a new flow
Plus, plus Q gave me some kush and some Nuvo
New dough for the New Year, and I sumo on a rap peer
Not a rapper, I’m a raptor
That’s a T. Rex, in a V-neck for the Rapture
I’m a factor and your facial
I will fracture to a fraction
Of one half and I hate math
Pastors like Eddie Long, fuckin’ maricón
Took me mighty long to get here
Nigga, FUCK

Told you I was gon’…
Fall off, Q, you recordin’, you got that shit?
(Yeah, yeah!)
Ugly
Owl-ugly ass
Fuck all that setback’s droppin’ December, bitch
(Don’t worry!)
(You are NOT gonna suck on my dick tonight!)
(Don’t worry!)