I Hate Prep School [edit]

Just listen.

Kardi - I Hate Prep School



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The details are nowhere near completed. Actually, it's all more or less just an idea right now, but the single above will be appearing on the mixtape "Kardiology". To commemorate the release, and as a general celebration of this great MC, we will be having a release party. Tentatively, this summer in Brooklyn. Cover charge TBD and a b.y.o.b policy. Provided should (hopefully) be: 1. Mixtape 2. non-alcholoic drinks 3. Snacks 4. Music 5. Canvas & Markers (for all graffiti artists to show off)

All still tentative, but should be VERY live when (read: if) it does happen.

Senior Hour

This was after "Hot Like Fire" performed. We're at school, bored, so we play music and act like fools to keep ourselves entertained. Thank goodness this time I was alert enough to be able to witness this event, although it wasn't quite as good as the original I've heard. Just peep game.



This is how we float.

There is also an EXCLUSIVE video of part of that new Kardi Freestyle.
This is SUPEREXCLUSIVE people. youtube doesn't even have this yet.



I wish I could have gotten the whole thing on tape, but here is the audio for all 0 of my readers.

Kardi - Let the Beat Build Freestyle

Long Time No See

Hello world. this is a joint post, so just in case you notice the tone changing dramatically, there is a reason.
so i'll start with tonight since everything else is so far away and in such a haze (pun intended). We went out to this jack and jill party shit out in brooklyn, and it was semi-lite. i mean, i (nasty) am not the biggest party person, but i fucked with it. now time for the roll call. twins, rebekah, eric, khalid, bj, other twins, ciardone and crew, our conscious, kyle sykes, and whoever else held it down in there. i also saw brandi and tabia, two people who i have not talked to in a long time. it was nice.

niggas and lines don't mix. especially when there are iron heaters near by. I assumed that jack and jill would have some common sense, but they tried to jam a couple hundred niggas in a couple square feet of space, and expected shit not to get hectic. not a smart decision on their part. Also, whenever you decide to have a coat check, make sure that there is enough room for all the coats and all the people you need to quickly and smoothly get those coats out. old ass mfkask back there takin they sweet time like niggas don't have to get home.

[TH!Z]
SHOUTS TO ALL MY WEST INDIANS! BROOKLYN WE GO HARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GULLY CREEPA TEK WEH YASELF NUH LINGA DING DONG JIGGY BODY SCOOBY!!!!!!! KABOOM!!

back to live action. this idea got into my head because of some shit i saw on myspace, and it really started to bug me the fuck out when i got down to it.

"No security in the world can keep out roaches."

let that marinate for a second, then realize that wherever there is uncovered food, there are roaches. In the snow bunkers in siberia and in the tropics of hawaii, there are roaches. you cannot escape them, you cannot control them, you cannot keep them away. somebody should make a hitchcock style film about these things, because when everything else dies they will inherit the earth. damn son.

Union Square

Wattup y'all, it's Thiz!

The Clan was floating sometime this past summer in Union Square (Shouts to H. Dunn and the Octagon). We were all seriously airborne, so we figured there was nothing better to do on a floating summer night than to get lite (for those not up on it, youtube "dcole"). We hit the Square, and there were mad heads floating there already..

A crew of breakdancing Asians, some European chicks visiting the city, some hipsters, some skaters, some posers, some Free Huggers, some cops, some other dudes gettin lite, and a DJ running his speaker system off of a generator on wheels.

The Clan got the circle together and started the handclap. The DJ picked up on the vibe we were trying to start and started playing straight dance music. We were trying to get the other dudes gettin lite to battle us, but they punked out. We were going so hard that we began to gather a small crowd around us, and once the DJ cranked up his music, and the cops didn't make him turn it down, we knew that we had started a full fledged party in Union Square. Like true floaters do.

The European chicks were a little timid at first, but eventually caught on to the vibe and started floating with us. Once the DJ dropped the Electric Slide, we had a crowd of about 15-20 people with their heads and hearts in the clouds and their wrists briskly slapping towards the ground (one wife pulled her husband towards the crowd and forced him to Electric Slide with her, obviously reminiscing on floating moments they had together in the past).

As a huge game of soccer broke out alongside a nearby jump rope competition, all amongst people who were strangers to each other an hour prior. The Clan met Doofington from Brooklyn. Doofington's name was a hybrid of the words "Doofie" and "Piffington". "Doof because I'm like, big and I'm kinda doofie. -ington because you know, I got that piffington." He was clearly floating.

There was some pizza, some girl on girl action, and a couple freestyles, that I feel it necessary to share with you all.

The night came to a close and we headed back to the Octagon to finish watching the Olympics. Michael Phelps had just floated to his 8th gold medal, and we were all amped.

When you float, you can have nights like these. Start parties wherever you go.

TH!Z [SFC]