Another Sunday, another sampling of the soundtrack of my life. This one is sponsored by Ciroc coconut and my cooking skills. More on that later.
This mixtape took so long to grow on me. If you’ve followed my work for a while, you’ll remember that my last blog at DX called this whole mixtape nothing but hype. Have I swallowed my own words? I don’t know. But I fucks with this track.
The Roots feat. Wale and Chrisette Michele – Rising Up
The DMV’s Rap ambassador links with the G.O.A.T. Rap band for this lovely, go-go influenced single. One of the moments in which I still love Wale.
Get that ice cream, shorty get that ice cream! Classic D.C. go-go. If you follow the aforementioned Wale, you’ll instantly remember this sample. Yes, these muhfuckas sound like they’re banging on trashcans, but that’s how we get down in the DMV. Learn to love it.
SLIIIIIIIIIIME. I partied at Hudson River Cafe this week for the first time to celebrate the Heavy Hitter presidente DJ Enuff’s birthday. Freekey Zeekey was in the building on some ill Harlem shit. So was Nicky Jam because Harlem is on their reggaeton shit like that. Random as hell. Heavy Hitters, suckaaaaaaaaas. Vado is my current guilty pleasure.
“fuck a fantasy I’m livin in reality, caught up in this untouchable mentality, hit you up bad make you lose a few calories”
BK, shit is for real, we about to get hectic! You already know how I am with some classic Mobb Deep. This last track is sponsored by me finishing this Ciroc and switching back to Yuengling. It’s just that kind of Sunday. Free P!
