Wednesday, February 10, 2010

That Pacific Goon




Just got word that the brethren from the west coast, Crep TPG/RIP will be back in Bustown for a min. Looks like Them Party Guys bout to get rowdy in the street, its like The whole Pluto Gang was here like Cunesta Negro was here chea,chea, chea, chea, chea!

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Congrats To The New Orleans Saints


While we are on the subject of the south, The New Orleans Saints won the Super Bowl last night so in my best radio voice "big shout out to them".

Why Waka Flocka Flame, Why?




A.K.A. Young Wild Nigga
A.K.A. Young Drug Dealer
A.K.A. Young Nigga Got Shot At The Car Wash
now I am gonna start off by saying I did not put down the Cobra for a bottle of haterade. In all honestly I have listened to a few Waka Flocka mixtapes and was aware of the nigga before all the hype. But what I am saying is that I hope this dread locked negro is not the future of southern rap. I know the kid doesnt have an album out yet and only one track has been catching buzz in the past few months. So will you ignorant fools that are calling this nigga (see video below) the future of the south just stop.




I remember when I was a young child and the future of the south was a rap duo pictured below. Back then the south, and I am referring to ATL rappers, really didnt look to have a future. Then Outkast came along and with them brought the Dungeon Family. These groups help to earn the respect southern rappers needed to be takin seriously in the rap game of the mid and late 199o's. Now I know the crunk era came in the 2000's and I guess that was supposed to be the rebirth of the south, but I am not even gonna acknowledge that nonsense. We still had rappers like Luda, T.I., even The Clipse if you consider Virginia the south and at that of course Little Brother. So what and who would be the face of southern rap in to next round?

Trap Rap, with Mr. Young Jeezy being the face of the original drug dealing music. I admit I was not of fan of the Young Gucci and Jeezy Mane beef creating track "So Icey". But after I heard Jeezers Trap Or Die mixtape the southern nigga in me would not let me deny the fact that Jeezy had a future. Which brings me back to my original point, the future of Mr. Flame. With Gucci being locked up for being an irresponsible nigga, and Mr. Flocka being shot up for being a flashy illiterate jewelry rockin nigga, are these niggas the future of southern rap? For the time being im gonna have to say yes. Niggas eat this drug dealing lifestyle shit up, and hey I may not be as ignorant as the average nigga but I do fucks with some of these bass heavy tracks. My point is that Waka Flocka Flame is a trend similar to D4L or Hurricane Chris. This nigga will get love from young niggas and hood rats but his rap skills will remain in the area of "whack w/no progression", so good luck to you Mr. Flame.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Not Trap Rap Or Even Close To It....













A few tracks ive heard around town that I dug and stumbled upon on the net. Also the next item I will be posting will explain why my taste in music has switched up recently so stay tuned....

Ice House Detroit


The Detroit Ice House is a project created by photographer Gregory Holm and architect Matthew Radune. I stumbled across pics of the house while looking at the random photos thread on 12oz Prophet. The two decided they wanted to shine light on the many abandoned homes in the Detroit area. This project may show people how you could turn a dilapidated building into something people can appreciate. Not only did the to men purchase this home and the lot, but also another home for a homeless mother and her children. Check out the Ice House Detroit blog for more info and updated news.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

The Future of The Ketchup/Catsup Industry


More evidence that we live in the future, this and the iPad....

Digital Underground - Kiss You Back

This song was my jam on the playground as a kid...

How Will Smith and I Almost Saved The World...

Since the rest of you chumps, except for Shonuff, have been slow on the posting I am gonna share with you all the tale of how me and Will Smith almost saved the world......in my dream.


What started out as a typical night at the 4th Street Mansion (from what I thought) turned out to be an eventful 2 day mission. Mash liquor was all up in the mix, and I even had a couple L's rolled and tucked under my fitted hat. Swayne was there with Jaeger chillin on the shoulder as we baked out my room with the housemates and a few people that would not have been at 4th street at the time.

Then things started to get weird. Somehow the beer kitchen and the 2nd living room turned into a dance floor similar to the picture above. Funny because when we would have parties back at the mansion that 2nd living room was known for being the best room for dancing. More people showed up in the dream that I had never seen before at the mansion, and of course the night ended in the black cave w/Cune, Hungus, C.Powers, L.Blissencock, and a few girls I have met in the past few months chillin out to Pharcyde and Tribe Called Quest.

The next morning I am at the Water Treatment Plant painting a piece w/Brody and Phil Deez. As we are finishing up the production, which in the dream seemed dope, an earthquake randomly hits central Ohio. We are all confused and race back to Jason (who was ready to storm down the road) and bang out back to the 4th Street mansion.

Will Smith, of getting jiggy with it fame, is waiting for us back at the mansion. Why Will Smith was there idk maybe its because I had watched Independence Day a few days earlier. So big Willie Style explains to us that the earthquake we thought we felt was not an earthquake but that a meteor had struck down somewhere in Delaware county. So Brody and Phil decide that they needed more trees and went on a run while me a Will Smith went to get guns....
On the way to the gun shop, Big Willie Style explains to me that Earth will be struck again by an evil entity similar to the dead planet in the movie The Fifth Element. We arrive in future downtown Columbus that looks alot like Tokyo, Japan but completely empty...

There are a bunch of TV screens in future downtown Columbus, and on one of them we saw the image above. It was Katie Couric telling the world how we had less than 24 hours to live and showing images of the dead planet heading towards Earth, people panicking in the streets all around the world, and mad looting. Basically she said there was nothing we could do and that everyone should get with family and hide in your basement.

So for some reason Will Smith decides that we needed to join the Banks family in there Bel Air mansion. I dont know why I didnt ditch the plan at this point and head to somewhere like Vegas to enjoy my last hours on earth but Mr. Smith felt that we still had a chance to save the Earth. We arrive in Los Angeles and the city looks similar to the riots days after the Rodney King beating. Niggas running around with flat screens and ipods, which didnt make since cause them shits would be no good in a few hours. It also seemed like everyone spoke Spanish including myself.

Finally I came to in the dream and realized that its was just that a dream, and that this was all bullshit. So I decided to take Hilary Banks to the beach and end my days there. But as soon as I get outside of the Banks Mansion I am greeted by an angry Uncle Phil who tells me I cant take his Benz or his daughter, I then pull out the gun I acquired back in Columbus and attempted to kill Uncle Phil but that didnt work because before I knew the dead planet was in plain view in the skies above Bel Air and that was the last thing I remember. I awoke thinking that was the most detailed and intense dream that I have ever had and completely forgot about it until I had de ja vu while watching an episode of The Fresh Prince of Bel Air. I dont know why I felt I had to share this with you all, but hey I hope you enjoyed...

Saturday, February 6, 2010

On To The Next One....


....Somebody bring me back some money please.

Get Sexy 2010: The Threads- All Saints and Pegleg NYC

In the year of our cynical lord 2010. Cune Pluto will be making a transformation, enter "Get Sexy 2010". I know it's really late to now be letting everyone in on the gameplan about getting right in 2010, but I had to keep some of this shit top secret. I cant have niggas jockin the steez before I get all my skizzles under my belt.

Get Sexy 2010 is exactly what it sounds like. Getting sexy for the year 2010 and beyond. I'll be shouting out and giving tips on everything from hygiene, working out, restaurants to take your lady friend or have a meeting, Clothing do's, don'ts, and hot labels.Cocktails to make in the home or order. Recipes for healthy eating and last but not least tips for the bedroom.

For the first installment of GS2010, I will be shouting out two clothing labels that are mos def the business for getting sexy. Pegleg NYC and All Saints. Two clothing labels of very distinct style and taste, and have nothing to do with each other aesthetically. GET SEXY PLUTONIANS!

Pegleg NYC: I've been on the bandwagon for some time now. It's a little pricey for what it is, but it last.
Known for their bright colors, geometrical graphic tee designs, and OSHGOSHBEGOSH styled shorts. This NYC label helmed by friends Harry McNally, Nick Poe, and Robert Waltzer, continue to define and re-imagine New York street fashion. Most of the garments are basics with a very colorful twist reminiscent of the 80's yet clearly contemporary and fresh.

All Saints: This UK label is clearly English, and clearly expensive. But who could go wrong(or bitch) about the durability and timeless style of their garments. I'm not a big fan of the graphic tees, but everything from the button ups to wallets has a "I wish a bitch would call me ugly" flavor. If you get your money right I suggest copping a pair of the "Military Boots".


Wednesday, February 3, 2010

ughhhhh wat?

so here I am...its been a while. No pictures to up load today, like the ones Jigga has updated that are laughable. Where should I start?? Well, happy new years, it been 2 weeks in though. I had a large project to do, turn in one and have it displayed by yesterday. I didnt get far but I completed the deadline. There will be critique tomorrow at 11:00 am and I am in big trouble. One thing is missing and I may have grades deducted due to this one "piece" missing.
Apart from the real world, I am in a world filled with chicks I am interested in, and lest talk about that. There are...4? Like for ladies I have in mind. 3 of them are ladies I want to exchange my fluid and just that. Another, I just want to be good friends with. I have day dream about them but in the real world, things dont go the way I want it to go. I guess I am not a ladies man so I only have one choice: to suffer through this lust and desire.
no body wanna hear this, srry, but here it is. T'l next time....