The money stasher, gun blastin’ razor slasher-

Sometimes in Hip-Hop, something great flies by like Halley’s Comet but instead of just missing Earth, it makes an impact. It crashes, changes the delicate balance of our environment but eventually breaks down and disappears. In 1996, I heard something that I would never forget by the name of “Broken Language”. Smoothe Da Huster hailed from Brownsville Brooklyn and hit the ground running with a new style and a strong crew.

I have no doubt if he had continued with the momentum he had at the peak of his popularity, Smoothe would have continued to make some of the best music coming out of Brooklyn. Da Hustler with his younger brother Trigger The Gambler, DV Alias Christ and the rest of the “Next Level Click” embodied Brooklyn somewhere between the Boot Camp Click and Biggie, and were arguably neck and neck (and at each other’s throats at the time) with M.O.P.

Nothing is new under God’s sun but sometimes you can take just enough from the greats and combine the ingredients in a way that has never been heard before. He had the confidence of legendary BK king (Asiatic Nobodies Equal), Big Daddy Kane, the street narratives of G Rap but the balls to experiment lyrically like a Redman with the vocal clarity of KRS-One and the loyalty to his crew like the early Wu-Tang era.

Homage has been paid to the classic “Broken Language” by a few artists but none hold a candle to Ill Bill’s “Cult Leader” off the Non Phixion album “The Future is Now”. Peep the first few bars below:

“The cult leader, the war-monger, armed with four high-powered
firearm barometers; I visited Andromeda
The human cloner, the donate to my fam organ donor
The morbid odor of corpses lowered, the coroner
The cult leader, result needer, the skull and bones bleeder
The chrome heater, the soul eater, the tome reader
The cloak and dagger magnum packer;
convert star systems to active vacuum
The illest shit since Manson had goons…”

Smoothe Da Hustler made a tremendous impact on me as a fan and has earned a place an the Hip-Hop history books.

Go find Smoothe Da Hustler’s “Once Upon a Time in America” and Trigga’s The Gambler’s unreleased Def Jam debut “Life’s a 50/50 Gamble”.

Real recognize real. Download joints below and the Broken Language lyrics are posted for your reading pleasure… learn em, you’ll be quizzed.

Broken Language

Broken Language Pt 2

Bonus: Danger Pt 2 (street mix) – Blahzay Blahzay f. Smoothe Da Hustler, Trigger Da Gambler & Darkman

Your welcome.

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Smoothe Da Hustla f/ Trigga Tha Gambler
Broken Language

[Trigga]
Uh, base your eyes on the guy
No kind of worries if I die
So pussy guy try
Dangerfield steppin my way
Bodies get cremated on a Friday the do or die way
Your death threater, sender, head spinner
Rap beginner, light dimmer
3-knockout count winner
Your gun reacher, bustin shot teacher
Your funeral service church preacher
Your black hearse coffin seeker
The body polluter, the gat shooter
The Brownsville wild Brooklyn trooper
The cock d mountain mover
The face basher, the mista brain smasher
The ax waxer, the drug money stasher…

[smoothe]
The money stasher, gun blastin razor slasher
The human asthma breathe taker
Body dump waster
The Glock cocker, block locker the rock chopper,
The shot popper, the jock cock blocker
The face splitter, human disgrace getter
The lady shitter, phone joneser
Sneak over fuck your babysitter
The chronic smokin, gun totin hearse initiator
The crack supplier, the human drug generator
The honey gamer, the chicken tricker
The slick the long dick pussy sticker
The ready to bust that ass kicker
The track maneuverer, the box barrier
The off of the dome rapper
The c-74 ox carrier….

[trigga]
The gun seller, the chest sweller
The stick up smack bank teller
The money-back dweller
The stitch provider, the guess rider
The clip inserter, bullet shooter experter
The man next to murder…

[smoothe]
The ho bitch disser, the cunt man, the I don’t want clan
The stunt hitter in 34 days in a month man
The front man, the Brooklyn representer
The beat down center, the two brothers
The hottest niggas out this fuckin winter

[trigga]
The girl cheaters, the beef ass beaters
The street sweep keeper, the body to concrete meeter
The blood skeeter
The weed smoker, the liver choker
The spot stop broker, the rugged picture poser
The card scrambler,
Royal flush same suit brouke the gambler
Nasty amateur damaged ya,
Snatch masta without the camera

[smoothe]
Camera, the beer guzzler
The slug to your mug tuzzeler
The drug juggeler, the crazy thug hustler
The Lexus wanter
The chain-ring and bracelet flaunterer
The chamber smoker
The mansion havin sauna soaker
The corner stander, the style crammer
Take over spot block commander
The Glock on cock handler
The razor spitter
The fast dough casper getter
The transmitter, North Carolina vagina hitter…

[trigga]
The ass kicker, internal heart dark sticker
The red scope body hitter
Here to hang wit digga and a buddha niggas
The trigga happy, father gun call it papi
My gun blow out waves patterns to keep your hair nappy
The to the death thinker, M.O.P. bell ringer
How about some hardcore fan singer
The jam swinger…

[smoothe]
The Nautica wearer, the Karl Kani man
The missed to get jigged, the fly man
Notorious ready to die man
The knower killer, the expert slinger
The white girl gang banger
The Virgin Mary fucker, the Jesus hanger
The vital kicker, the drug dealer and title stripper
The idol flipper
The cross breaker and bible ripper….

[trigga]
The black history driver
The racial thinker
The 9 to 9 to 5 offer the jaw sinker
The hell fighter, the revelation writer
The Egyptian spirit inviter
The black body bag tire
The money stasher, the ( ) crapper
The a-k-a club basher
My brother gotta record racker

(Back and forth)
The battle spinner
The grand prizewinner
The life and death beginner
The 95 interstate highway to heaven sender
The cocaine cooker, the hook up on your hooker hooker the 35 cents short on my 2 for 5’s over looker
The rap burner, the Ike the Tina Turner ass whippin learner, the hit man, the money earner
The tologist without the derma me and my little brother
The cock me back, bust me off nigga undercover
The glock to your head pursuer
The Big Daddy Kane, Little Daddy Shane over doers

This is the interview we did with House of Pain after our super successful Adidas Campus launch at Concepts.

A lot of history in the room, H.O.P., Dante Ross, Ill Bill, Slaine and Slick… It was a blessing to have everyone there at the same time and another blessing to rub elbows with legends.

Peep video below.

HOUSE OF PAIN & ADIDAS Campus 80 Sneaker Release: St. Patty’s Day from Peter Dudgeon on Vimeo.

If you know me, then you know that I don’t drink. Well, Deon and Check had me sip this $500 bottle of champagne that smelled like paint thinner but it barely touched my lips and my eyes were watering.  I don’t have to be a member of the BLC (Brew Live Crew, Concepts official drinking team) to appreciate a good alcohol related rap and when Ice Cube is spitting about malt liquor, I listen. St. Ides commercials were promoting a destructive lifestyle to young blacks and latinos in the urban market where print ads covered neighborhoods like cheap funeral home wallpaper and commercials rang like bells in the ears of impressionable youth. Dope! If I chose to become an alcoholic I’d prefer to do it to the Wu Tang’s “Shaolin Brew”, so I didn’t mind a bit. If you listen closely to the intro of Raekwon’s “Spot Rusherz” off of the Cuban Linx album, you could hear the WTC’s St. Ides promo spot playing in the background. Ice Cube, King Tee, Rakim, EPMD, Snoop, Kool G Rap, Wu Tang and more, all contributed to the legendary St. Ides campaigns.

So… crack a brew, smack a bitch, puff a loosie, roll an L, clean a gat, cook some crack, and enjoy St. Ides greatest hits.

St. Ides Commercials

Also, in honor of the release of the Biggie movie, here is Big’s St. Ides spot and the “Who Shot Ya” 12″ promo vinyl rip with “10 Crack Commandments” on the B side.

Notorious B.I.G. – Who Shot Ya / Ten crack Commandments promo vinyl

Not that often that I feel obligated to support something but when I learned of the Puerto Rican Christmas movie “Nothing Like The Holidays”, what was I supposed to do? Its the same reason I buy Fat Joe albums. What? Luis Guzman (LOO-ee gooz-MAHN… get it right!) is in it? Done deal, I’m in. You think its that easy? No way Jose (or Joe in english).

The night before the release there’s a major ice storm and knocks out the power to half the city including the movie theater it was playing at. Now peep this funny style move… while fuckin “Mama Mia” was at every single theater in the city when it was out, this movie was at one. The one that’s blacked out. Conspiracy?

I had to wait a week to see it but I did. No one was gonna stop me.

Side Bar: Jeff Carvalho attends a Burton party a couple years back and guess who he bumps into? Luis Guzman! The illest to ever do it.

Info:
Actor of Puerto Rican descent who made many memorable films due to his villainous persona. Presently resides with his wife and many kids in Vermont.

Born in Puerto Rico, but grew up in the East Village section of Manhattan, in New York City. In an interview, he explained that his mother traveled to New York fifteen minutes after his birth.

You will always be “Pachanga” to me man.

Oh yeah.. the Christmas movie was good. Almost too real… like sitting on my couch and watching my family fight.