1994 shit. Beatnuts. I didn’t really start fuckin’ with Beatnuts too hard until later on in my hip hop career (I’d say around ’98-’99) when Sammy Baptista used “Off the Books” for his video part in the Shorty’s skateboard flick “Fulfill The Dream”.
Anyways, this is an older Beatnuts joint that just gets better with time. Peep the 40’s and flannels.
The Beatnuts – Hit Me With That Hardcore
And just for shits and giggles, here’s that Sammy Baptista part from “Fulfill The Dream”.
It’s crazy for me to watch this shit and see how much the bar has been raised in the last 10 years. The Shorty’s ams were the best around back then. PERIOD. I mean, this video (except for Steve Olson, worst style in the history of skateboarding) set the standard for skateboarding when it came out. Now, when compared to recent videos, the shit is pale in comparison.
-Ollie
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Throwback Thursday: My VHS Collection
I know I’ve really been on a wrestling kick lately, but I wanted to share a couple photos of my VHS collection.
Pictured above are:
Supertape Vol. 4
Wrestlefest ‘92
Wrestlefest ‘91
WWF’s Hottest Matches
Rampage ‘92
Grudges Gripes and Grunts
Not pictured is my recentyl picked-up 4 disc set of Wrestlemania Vol. 2 1990-1994.
Get your game tight.
-Oliver The Magnificent
Pictured above are:
Supertape Vol. 4
Wrestlefest ‘92
Wrestlefest ‘91
WWF’s Hottest Matches
Rampage ‘92
Grudges Gripes and Grunts
Not pictured is my recentyl picked-up 4 disc set of Wrestlemania Vol. 2 1990-1994.
Get your game tight.
-Oliver The Magnificent
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Ike Turner 2.0 and Breakin' Down The Working's Of The Female Mind
Rumors are swirling today that little Ms. Sunshine herself, Rihanna, has recently entered into the unholiest of unions with her Ike Turner-esque boyfriend Mr. Chris Brown. Yeah, cats are saying that these two idiots got hitched over the weekend while celebrating their reunion after that “best of the UFC ultimate knockouts” beatin young breezy threw down on ol’ girl.
I am always the first to say I told you so. I knew this shit was gonna happen THE DAY HE WHOOPED HER ASS. I called it too. Don’t believe me? CLICK HERE about half way down
The fight, as it happened, explained in pictures:
Everything’s cool, havin’ a great time…
Rihanna gets nosey, starts snoopin through Breezy’s phone. Notice the look on his face…
The resulting beatdown from Ms. Thing spazzin out about the text messages homie was gettin’ on the low for some extra-marital cutting.
Breezy dips out on jet ski, not givin’ a fuck.
I want to take this time to address some of the comments being made about Chris Brown and his jet ski. There are several celebrity types criticizing homie for being out in public having a good time. Why exactly? Is it some sort of requirement that you sit in a dark closet and starve yourself until the woman you unfortunately had to whoop up on accepts your apology? FUCK THAT. I’d want to get my mind off shit, not dwell. Look, the truth of the matter is, he knew Rihanna was coming back…
It’s a very simple cycle. Women fall harder for men the harder they (the men) go on them. I am dead up 100% serious. I feel that I should elaborate on that just a bit. Every broad I know that has been in an “abusive” (and I use that term quite loosely) relationship has weathered the storm and continued to take those ass whoopin’s everyday because they justify it to themselves in a way that most men will never understand.
Let’s take a second to explore the psychology of the female mind for a second here…
Once the line gets crossed, and this could be any proverbial “line in the sand”, i.e. “I will never let a man hit me”, a new line is formed. So what was once “I will never let a man slap me” becomes “At least he didn’t punch me” which leads to “I won’t let it happen again” and so on and so forth. So, when the inevitable occurs, and ol’ boy has been done blackened both her eyes another 4 or 5 times, the woman realizes that her line has been completely erased and she has grown accustomed to the thrashing’s she is now taking on a weekly basis, and would start to think something was off, if she wasn’t getting smacked.
Now we get to the justification. I realized a long time ago that most chicks want to fight with you (the fellas) just to test the strength of your emotional commitment to the relationship. A cat that is willing to argue it out for hours, at any point, for any reason, is the guy who “cares”. Or so it would seem. So, when you choose not to indulge a chick’s desire to test the strength of the relationship by fighting, she grows even more angered and annoyed and that’s when the physical abuse begins to take place.
In my estimation, approx. 70% of women that get their ass whooped by a dude, threw the first punch, slap, kick, whathaveyou. There is a pre existing tolerance level inherent in every man’s DNA code. Now this level will fluctuate from man to man, but ladies, understand, it does exist. For some it may be as simple as insulting his mother. For others it may be catchin’ a couple of slaps to the jaw. Luckily for me, in my career with the ladies, I have yet to be taken to my level, which would be drawing blood. If a bitch makes me bleed, she is getting shaken like a rag doll. If that doesn’t set her straight, other actions may be taken. It’s a very difficult task to feel out a situation and decide if homegirl learned her lesson from the shaking she just received, or if you are going to have to commit to taking it one step further.
PLEASE ALLOW ME TO MAKE THIS ABUNDANTLY CLEAR, I DO NOT CONDONE THE HITTING OF WOMEN AS SPORT. BUT, FROM TIME TO TIME, DRASTIC ACTIONS REQUIRE DRASTIC REACTIONS.
I would assume that a lot of a chick’s crazy factor is based on her upbringing. And furthermore, the role her mother/father/nanny/siblings played in her life.
Now, I know a thing or two about a thing or two, and a few of those things I know are as follows:
- Privileged chicks (chicks with money) are typically wilder than normal middle class chicks. I think it’s the lack of work ethic that gives these hoes their false sense of entitlement. These are also the easiest birds to manipulate and get things from. 9 times out of 10 they have daddy issues, which means they are extremely self-conscious and are constantly seeking approval.
- Girls from large families tend to be more independent.
- The level of dependence a bird has on her man is a definite indicator of how crazy she secretly is.
- Once you put a ring on it, everything changes. The chick that was cool as fuck, always down to cool out with the homies, drink beers, do the laundry, give massages, and alladat, is the same chick that becomes THE FUCKING SOUP NAZI the moment the ring hits her finger. Now I’m not a scientist, but I am pretty sure there is/has been research done on the nervous system’s reaction between gold/platinum/or silver (for you broke cats) and the skin on a woman’s ring finger. And if there hasn’t, there damn well should be. Once that precious metal touches the skin, it sends an instant message of entitlement to the left side of the brain, and it becomes “you do the laundry, you do the dishes”. Bitch, I got married so I wouldn’t have to wash my own skidmarks ever again.
- If you cut the first night, that means basically every dude before you did too.
- Crazy mothers breed crazy daughters. Ten times out of ten, if a chicks mom is wild, said chick is going to wild(er).
- Black chicks go harder than white chicks.
- The harder you are on a chick, the harder she’ll fall.
- Once you hit a chick (and I’m talking about sex, slappin, punchin, etc.) you can ALWAYS hit her again.
- The chick that didn’t learn her lesson the first time, will perpetually push the boundaries you have set for them. Women are like toddlers in this sense. Moral of the story, this chick will never learn her lesson.
- The chick that doesn’t want to battle, cheats.
- The chick that cheats is always the easiest to be with, but never worth the time.
In summation, chicks are like children. They will always test you. They will always touch that hot oven after you’ve told them not to.
When you are lookin’ for wifey, your best bet is to consider all the wild behavior birds are capable of, and decide which of said mannerisms you would be willing to deal with repeatedly, for the duration of your marriage. I would say “til death do you part” but let’s face it, by the time you read this, the divorce rate will be higher than the unemployment/poverty rate combined (if its possible to have more than 100% of something, GO OBAMA. Yeah right). So, if you’re the type of cat that can handle the bird that always wants to fight, then understand, occasionally shit will get physical. If you want to control that hoe, go after the chick with daddy issues, but keep in mind, you will have to be comin extra correct with that luchi (that’s money for the white folks), otherwise that marriage will last about as long Ryan Leaf’s career. If you don’t get the joke, get up on your sports, or use google.
You get the point.
-Young Ollie the Scholar
I am always the first to say I told you so. I knew this shit was gonna happen THE DAY HE WHOOPED HER ASS. I called it too. Don’t believe me? CLICK HERE about half way down
The fight, as it happened, explained in pictures:
Everything’s cool, havin’ a great time…
Rihanna gets nosey, starts snoopin through Breezy’s phone. Notice the look on his face…
The resulting beatdown from Ms. Thing spazzin out about the text messages homie was gettin’ on the low for some extra-marital cutting.
Breezy dips out on jet ski, not givin’ a fuck.
I want to take this time to address some of the comments being made about Chris Brown and his jet ski. There are several celebrity types criticizing homie for being out in public having a good time. Why exactly? Is it some sort of requirement that you sit in a dark closet and starve yourself until the woman you unfortunately had to whoop up on accepts your apology? FUCK THAT. I’d want to get my mind off shit, not dwell. Look, the truth of the matter is, he knew Rihanna was coming back…
It’s a very simple cycle. Women fall harder for men the harder they (the men) go on them. I am dead up 100% serious. I feel that I should elaborate on that just a bit. Every broad I know that has been in an “abusive” (and I use that term quite loosely) relationship has weathered the storm and continued to take those ass whoopin’s everyday because they justify it to themselves in a way that most men will never understand.
Let’s take a second to explore the psychology of the female mind for a second here…
Once the line gets crossed, and this could be any proverbial “line in the sand”, i.e. “I will never let a man hit me”, a new line is formed. So what was once “I will never let a man slap me” becomes “At least he didn’t punch me” which leads to “I won’t let it happen again” and so on and so forth. So, when the inevitable occurs, and ol’ boy has been done blackened both her eyes another 4 or 5 times, the woman realizes that her line has been completely erased and she has grown accustomed to the thrashing’s she is now taking on a weekly basis, and would start to think something was off, if she wasn’t getting smacked.
Now we get to the justification. I realized a long time ago that most chicks want to fight with you (the fellas) just to test the strength of your emotional commitment to the relationship. A cat that is willing to argue it out for hours, at any point, for any reason, is the guy who “cares”. Or so it would seem. So, when you choose not to indulge a chick’s desire to test the strength of the relationship by fighting, she grows even more angered and annoyed and that’s when the physical abuse begins to take place.
In my estimation, approx. 70% of women that get their ass whooped by a dude, threw the first punch, slap, kick, whathaveyou. There is a pre existing tolerance level inherent in every man’s DNA code. Now this level will fluctuate from man to man, but ladies, understand, it does exist. For some it may be as simple as insulting his mother. For others it may be catchin’ a couple of slaps to the jaw. Luckily for me, in my career with the ladies, I have yet to be taken to my level, which would be drawing blood. If a bitch makes me bleed, she is getting shaken like a rag doll. If that doesn’t set her straight, other actions may be taken. It’s a very difficult task to feel out a situation and decide if homegirl learned her lesson from the shaking she just received, or if you are going to have to commit to taking it one step further.
PLEASE ALLOW ME TO MAKE THIS ABUNDANTLY CLEAR, I DO NOT CONDONE THE HITTING OF WOMEN AS SPORT. BUT, FROM TIME TO TIME, DRASTIC ACTIONS REQUIRE DRASTIC REACTIONS.
I would assume that a lot of a chick’s crazy factor is based on her upbringing. And furthermore, the role her mother/father/nanny/siblings played in her life.
Now, I know a thing or two about a thing or two, and a few of those things I know are as follows:
- Privileged chicks (chicks with money) are typically wilder than normal middle class chicks. I think it’s the lack of work ethic that gives these hoes their false sense of entitlement. These are also the easiest birds to manipulate and get things from. 9 times out of 10 they have daddy issues, which means they are extremely self-conscious and are constantly seeking approval.
- Girls from large families tend to be more independent.
- The level of dependence a bird has on her man is a definite indicator of how crazy she secretly is.
- Once you put a ring on it, everything changes. The chick that was cool as fuck, always down to cool out with the homies, drink beers, do the laundry, give massages, and alladat, is the same chick that becomes THE FUCKING SOUP NAZI the moment the ring hits her finger. Now I’m not a scientist, but I am pretty sure there is/has been research done on the nervous system’s reaction between gold/platinum/or silver (for you broke cats) and the skin on a woman’s ring finger. And if there hasn’t, there damn well should be. Once that precious metal touches the skin, it sends an instant message of entitlement to the left side of the brain, and it becomes “you do the laundry, you do the dishes”. Bitch, I got married so I wouldn’t have to wash my own skidmarks ever again.
- If you cut the first night, that means basically every dude before you did too.
- Crazy mothers breed crazy daughters. Ten times out of ten, if a chicks mom is wild, said chick is going to wild(er).
- Black chicks go harder than white chicks.
- The harder you are on a chick, the harder she’ll fall.
- Once you hit a chick (and I’m talking about sex, slappin, punchin, etc.) you can ALWAYS hit her again.
- The chick that didn’t learn her lesson the first time, will perpetually push the boundaries you have set for them. Women are like toddlers in this sense. Moral of the story, this chick will never learn her lesson.
- The chick that doesn’t want to battle, cheats.
- The chick that cheats is always the easiest to be with, but never worth the time.
In summation, chicks are like children. They will always test you. They will always touch that hot oven after you’ve told them not to.
When you are lookin’ for wifey, your best bet is to consider all the wild behavior birds are capable of, and decide which of said mannerisms you would be willing to deal with repeatedly, for the duration of your marriage. I would say “til death do you part” but let’s face it, by the time you read this, the divorce rate will be higher than the unemployment/poverty rate combined (if its possible to have more than 100% of something, GO OBAMA. Yeah right). So, if you’re the type of cat that can handle the bird that always wants to fight, then understand, occasionally shit will get physical. If you want to control that hoe, go after the chick with daddy issues, but keep in mind, you will have to be comin extra correct with that luchi (that’s money for the white folks), otherwise that marriage will last about as long Ryan Leaf’s career. If you don’t get the joke, get up on your sports, or use google.
You get the point.
-Young Ollie the Scholar
The Search Is Over:
For those that still rely on the BAMA for their news intake, you probably haven’t heard about this. A brief recap:
Several Football players, including Marquis Cooper (formerly of the Raiders), Corey Smith (current free agent), and William Bleakley (South Florida standout) were out on a fishing boat off the coast of Florida over the weekend when their boat capsized due to hazardous weather conditions. Another football player, whose name I forgot was found sometime later clinging to the engine bay of the capsized boat. The rest of the bodies have not been found.
Here’s to hoping that football players, Marquis Cooper, Corey Smith, and William Bleakley (all pictured below) have somehow managed to find the fictional island from LOST and are still awaiting the rescue boats.
Unfortunately, the sad truth of the matter is that these 3 fellas have been considered dead and the search for them has officially been called off.
I can’t speak on the loss to professional sports considering I’ve never heard of any of these cats, but on a personal level, condolences to the families of the men lost at sea.
Just to lighten the mood a little, I thought brothas were afraid of the water, and more importantly the ocean?
R.I.P.
-Ollie
Several Football players, including Marquis Cooper (formerly of the Raiders), Corey Smith (current free agent), and William Bleakley (South Florida standout) were out on a fishing boat off the coast of Florida over the weekend when their boat capsized due to hazardous weather conditions. Another football player, whose name I forgot was found sometime later clinging to the engine bay of the capsized boat. The rest of the bodies have not been found.
Here’s to hoping that football players, Marquis Cooper, Corey Smith, and William Bleakley (all pictured below) have somehow managed to find the fictional island from LOST and are still awaiting the rescue boats.
Unfortunately, the sad truth of the matter is that these 3 fellas have been considered dead and the search for them has officially been called off.
I can’t speak on the loss to professional sports considering I’ve never heard of any of these cats, but on a personal level, condolences to the families of the men lost at sea.
Just to lighten the mood a little, I thought brothas were afraid of the water, and more importantly the ocean?
R.I.P.
-Ollie
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
A Few Quick Updates:
Remember back in January I told everyone I would not be apologizing for anything else in 2009?
Well, that was only like 90% true.
Here's the scoop:
Yesterday I lost my job, and since I have limited publishing ability outside of my office, the updates are going to be taking place later in the day.
The good news is, this is only going to be an issue for about a week or so. I got the laptop being worked on as we speak and should have it back at fighting weight by the first of next week.
So, I am going to take the leap to try and monetize the site to see if I can't make some money from this stupid blogger gig.
I feel like I get enough people telling me how funny my shit is, but ultimately, this blog remains pretty local.
So what I am asking the readers of the site to do is simple. TELL SOME MOTHERFUCKERS TO CHECK THIS SHIT OUT 10 TIMES A DAY EVERYDAY.
If I can somehow parlay my smooth tongue into reasonable income I won't be seeking employment.
If I can't draw a check from this blog, then I will probably just have to axe the idea of daily updates and go the route of so many other blogs out there and just fade away.
That would be a shame considering the amount of work and time I've put in to this thing. The money I've invested in stickers, and logo designs that will ultimately turn into t-shirts.
The plan of attack for the next 6 weeks:
-Paint, ALOT. Then sale said paintings. Got some pretty hard shit I've been working on and will post some photos and prices soon.
-Monetize the site. As much as I would like to keep the blog ad free, it's just not an option. The kid's gotta eat.
-Print the NickelPlatedBama t-shirts. Going to do a limited run, and depending on the cost to produce, they should resell for no more than 18 bones. Prolly more like 15 though. If you definitely want a shirt, shoot a comment or an e-mail and let me know.
-Do alot of drugs/drink in excess.
-Take a lot of photos.
-Get started on the mixtape series I've been promising since day one.
It's a good thing TBC loves me and has a good job, otherwise I don't know how I would support all of my horrible habits.
Still have videos/photos from the Draft Klick show. I'll do my best to have some new posts up this afternoon.
Check back, all day, every day. Tell 2 friends to tell 2 friends to tell 2 friends.
The BAMA needs your help.
P.S. To everyone who is friends with Ollie or NPB on myspace that didn't repost the bulletin I asked you to repost. Go Fuck Yourself.
Big shout out to the young homie Noah for being official. The kid's got a firm grasp on the world at age 18. I wish I had my head on my shoulders the way he does at 18.
Back later (if i can find a computer).
-Ollie
Well, that was only like 90% true.
Here's the scoop:
Yesterday I lost my job, and since I have limited publishing ability outside of my office, the updates are going to be taking place later in the day.
The good news is, this is only going to be an issue for about a week or so. I got the laptop being worked on as we speak and should have it back at fighting weight by the first of next week.
So, I am going to take the leap to try and monetize the site to see if I can't make some money from this stupid blogger gig.
I feel like I get enough people telling me how funny my shit is, but ultimately, this blog remains pretty local.
So what I am asking the readers of the site to do is simple. TELL SOME MOTHERFUCKERS TO CHECK THIS SHIT OUT 10 TIMES A DAY EVERYDAY.
If I can somehow parlay my smooth tongue into reasonable income I won't be seeking employment.
If I can't draw a check from this blog, then I will probably just have to axe the idea of daily updates and go the route of so many other blogs out there and just fade away.
That would be a shame considering the amount of work and time I've put in to this thing. The money I've invested in stickers, and logo designs that will ultimately turn into t-shirts.
The plan of attack for the next 6 weeks:
-Paint, ALOT. Then sale said paintings. Got some pretty hard shit I've been working on and will post some photos and prices soon.
-Monetize the site. As much as I would like to keep the blog ad free, it's just not an option. The kid's gotta eat.
-Print the NickelPlatedBama t-shirts. Going to do a limited run, and depending on the cost to produce, they should resell for no more than 18 bones. Prolly more like 15 though. If you definitely want a shirt, shoot a comment or an e-mail and let me know.
-Do alot of drugs/drink in excess.
-Take a lot of photos.
-Get started on the mixtape series I've been promising since day one.
It's a good thing TBC loves me and has a good job, otherwise I don't know how I would support all of my horrible habits.
Still have videos/photos from the Draft Klick show. I'll do my best to have some new posts up this afternoon.
Check back, all day, every day. Tell 2 friends to tell 2 friends to tell 2 friends.
The BAMA needs your help.
P.S. To everyone who is friends with Ollie or NPB on myspace that didn't repost the bulletin I asked you to repost. Go Fuck Yourself.
Big shout out to the young homie Noah for being official. The kid's got a firm grasp on the world at age 18. I wish I had my head on my shoulders the way he does at 18.
Back later (if i can find a computer).
-Ollie
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