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Testing the google video thing out.. with this funny diddy, enjoy and stay tuned for a music video too dancing in the subway.

SoMe come to sit and

SoMe come to sit and think others come to shit and stink i just come to scratch my balls and read the bullshit on the walls

EP: Dancing in the SUBWAY

EP: Dancing in the SUBWAY
Here are the songs in perfect clarity in .wma format so just use you default media player. The songs have an artistic quality that can only be described by waking up in the gutter with someone else's vomit on you.

A little background about the artists, growing up in the mean streets of Sussex County (got nothing on the compton) an urban wasteland of junked cars (cows) and industrial waste depots (golf courses, you ever seen the amount of chemicals used to maintain the lawns) these two rose, part of the Nabisco family of rappers. The Mix Master who is also a member of O.R.E.O where is better known as CREE'M who provides the background vocals for many of Flava Frank's singles as a guest vocalist. Fla' va FrAnK does most of his work solo just like how he does his ladies... like the Transplants song "Gansta and Thugs" says he use to deal and hustle now he does the same just the medium changed.

The EP was produced at DJ Elektrical Studios, where many great acts started out or have yet to start out from. With just the right touch DJ Elektrical transforms muddled noise into a harmonious tune that gets your fingers snapping, your heads bopping, and your tails shaking. Imagine Ron Spector without the Perm. The studios is the Sussex County equivalent of Abbey Road, the Locales call it Koz's Corner.

Without further adieu enjoy the tracks and be on the lookout for tour dates, merchandise, and music videos of your favorite stars, ENJOY!!!
Dirty Sanchez Under the Noze
Learn the Ways AKA Vowel Intro AKA Frank's Coming Out
Dancing in the Subway

Indian Lullibies... its crazy

http://www.badongo.com/file/325453 (once there click on the gray box here to download)

Flava Frank and Mix Master Mike

In a lighter moment two series street musican's. These song was recorded at DJ Elektrical's studios in F-izzle. The one on the left is Flava Frank Footer on the right is Mix Master Mike Mango. Here is their first street single recording "Dancing in the subway" its part of their first EP, as precursor to Oreo's first album cookie pack. The EP is titled Frank and Mike dancing on the N train. Enjoy it has some static due to blogspot and there is a 10 second delay before it really gets going but enjoy, more to follow.

My complaint about Mr. Sachi Desai

http://www.pakin.org/complaint?title=Mr.&firstname=Sachi&middlename=&lastname=Desai&suffix=&gender=m&shorttype=f&pgraphs=5

What happened to Mr. Sachi Desai's common sense? What in perdition does Sachi think he's doing? And is Sachi hoping that the readers of this letter won't see the weakness of his argument relative to mine? This letter is not the place to explore the answers to those questions. Its purpose is instead to make Sachi answer for his wrongdoings. I want to share this with you because I have absolutely no idea why Sachi makes such a big fuss over sesquipedalianism. There are far more pressing issues that present themselves and that should be discussed, debated, and solved -- issues such as war, famine, poverty, and homelessness. There is also the lesser issue that as long as the beer keeps flowing and the paychecks keep coming, Sachi's apostles don't really care that I'm not a feeble-minded person. I'd like nothing more than to extend my hand in friendship to Sachi's backers and convey my hope that in the days to come we can work together to exert a positive influence on the type of world that people will live in a thousand years from now. Unfortunately, knowing them, they'd rather shred the basic compact between the people and their government because that's what Sachi wants. Sachi's trucklers always show a streak of cruelty that enables them to find pleasure in their destructiveness. Here, too, the exception proves the rule: We must overcome the fears that beset us every day of our lives. We must overcome the fear that Sachi will pander to noisome yahoos. And to overcome these fears, we must enable patriots to use their freedoms to save their freedoms.

If, today, the urge of Sachi's war-soul can prompt him to mold the mind of virtually every citizen -- young or old, rich or poor, simple or sophisticated -- then imagine, if you can, how that same soul will express itself through the thousandfold-more-worthless Sachi of tomorrow. He discounts important principles of our culture as mere platitudes, which is another way of saying that he claims to be supportive of my plan to grant people the freedom to pursue any endeavor they deem fitting to their skills, talent, and interest. Don't trust him, though; he's a wolf in sheep's clothing. Before you know it, he'll persecute the innocent and let the guilty go unpunished. Not only that, but I want to live my life as I see fit. I can't do that while Sachi still has the ability to infiltrate and then dominate and control the mass media. The really interesting thing about all this is not that he has become a patsy to his own malevolence. The interesting thing is that he recently stated that might makes right. He said that with a straight face, without even cracking a smile or suppressing a giggle. He said it as if he meant it. That's scary, because he has never gotten ahead because of his hard work or innovative ideas. Rather, all of his successes are due to kickbacks, bribes, black market double-dealing, outright thuggery, and unsavory political intrigue. Although cocky maniacs are relatively small in number compared to the general population, they are increasing in size and fervor. Just to add a little more perspective, I know some delirious devotees of conspiracy theories who actually believe that Sachi's newsgroup postings are Holy Writ. Incredible? Those same people have told me that the most valuable skill one can have is to be able to lie convincingly. With such people roaming about, it should come as no surprise to you that Sachi has been doing "in-depth research" (whatever he thinks that means) to prove that science is merely a tool invented by the current elite to maintain power. I should mention that I've been doing some research of my own. So far, I've "discovered" that Sachi insists that his analects epitomize wholesome family entertainment. In the long run, however, he's only fooling himself. Sachi would be better off if he just admitted to himself that he is currently limited to shrieking and spitting when he's confronted with inconvenient facts. Sooner than you think, however, Sachi is likely to switch to some sort of "perpetuate inaccurate and dangerous beliefs about male-female relationships" approach to draw our attention away from such facts. Sachi tries to make his imprecations more palatable by wrapping them in rhetoric about the need to protect the interests of the disadvantaged and the downtrodden. Hard to believe? Then consider the following statement from one of Sachi's biggety legatees: "Sachi has the trappings of deity." Pretty materialistic, huh? Well, Sachi does, occasionally, make a valid point. But when he says that society is screaming for his expositions, that's where the facts end and the ludicrousness begins.

When I hear Sachi say that he has the authority to issue licenses for practicing jujuism, I have to wonder about him. Is he thoroughly unsympathetic? Is he simply being sadistic? Or is he merely embracing a delusion in which he must believe in order to continue believing in himself? The answer is rather depressing but I'll tell you anyway. The answer begins with the observation that Sachi is capable of only two things, namely whining and underhanded tricks. As part of his efforts to gain a mainstream following, he publishes the Journal of Brain-damaged Frotteurism. Included alongside articles discussing history, culture, art, religion, and philosophy are endorsements of his plans to impose a particular curriculum, vision of history, and method of pedagogy on our school systems.

If Sachi is going to talk about higher standards, then he needs to live by those higher standards. He wants all of us to believe that he can scare us by using big words like "semiprofessionalized". That's why he sponsors brainwashing in the schools, brainwashing by the government, brainwashing statements made to us by politicians, entertainers, and sports stars, and brainwashing by the big advertisers and the news media. Almost everyone will agree that Sachi's vassals are the carrion birds of humanity, but I am convinced that there will be a strong effort on Sachi's part to support international crime while purporting to oppose it by the next full moon. This effort will be disguised, of course. It will be cloaked in deceit, as such efforts always are. That's why I'm informing you that Sachi has been trying to convince us that he has the linguistic prowess to produce a masterwork of meritorious literature. This pathetic attempt to seek vengeance on those unrepentant souls who persist in challenging his reports deserves no comment other than to say that when Sachi tells us that going through the motions of working is the same as working, he somehow fails to mention that many of us do not wish to live within his walls of philistinism. He fails to mention that the simple ability to establish a supportive -- rather than an intimidating -- atmosphere for offering public comment is a pons asinorum that Sachi may never cross. And he fails to mention that he accuses me of being anal-retentive whenever I state that his sycophants are capable of little else but hating and lying, even to each other. Alright, I'll admit that I have a sharp tongue and sometimes write with a bit of a poison pen but the fact remains that I correctly predicted that Sachi would acquire power and use it to indoctrinate dour ruffians. Alas, I didn't think he'd do that so effectively -- or so soon. Please don't ask me to ascribe opinions to me that I don't even hold. I simply can't do that.

If Sachi succeeds in his attempt to make all of us pay for his boondoggles, it'll have to be over my dead body. This point is so important that it deserves a separate discussion, which I'll provide in a moment. But first, let me just say that Sachi's litanies are as predictable as sunrise. Whenever I strike at the heart of Sachi's efforts to create a global workers plantation overseen by transnational corporations who have no more concern for the human rights of those who produce their products or services than Sachi has for his satraps, his invariant response is to contaminate or cut off our cities' water supply. You might say, "He is a big fan of vigilante justice." Fine, I agree. But if he thinks that truth is whatever your grievance group says it is, then he's sadly mistaken. Thought should precede any attempt at intellectual writing. That's all I have to say. Thank you for reading this letter.

Black High Heels of Euphoria

Black High Heels of Euphoria

2004 MI MIAMI South Beach Boom SHAKA LAKA BOOM

This is a retro post like figuring out that quantum jitter problem and traveling back in time not to the time when Moses pimp walked down that mountain with his blazing bling as he unleashed his kung fu grip on those pagean ninja's along the path. Yes Moses was in the middle east and probably not Charlton Heston or even remotely looking like the Hest'er. I also don't think its the time of Jesus as this is clear the good life being exhibited by the Mike's in Miami in the summer of 2004.

I know many of you think if we believe the 70's perception of the greatest story every told then Mike could be jesus but then you recall his closer to beleezabub's incarnate then Jesus. Instead we come to the conclusion this man is just enjoying the good life that is Miami like Will Smith say's Mi Miami and lets do as Mike G and toast to the good life.

O Know its A floating Shafik head that means the next series of Images are gonna be party-rific and out of control even for Mamba boys gone wild....
Speaking of doing the Mamba, I will from hence forth like Kobe Bryant and the chick from Kill Bill Vol 2, refer to myself as the Black Mamba alas the Black Mamba (i.e. Sachi) is getting side tracked. But looking at the floating party head sign don't you think about teddy roxpen the talking singning tape cassette bear. A freaking tape cassette player inside a teddy bear who was the fucking genius who thought about this, asshole.


I know the floating head usually means candid party shots but this the prep to the laua at south Beach. After 2 Mike's and 2 Indians in the summer of 2004 went to South Beach, Shaquille O'neal followed, but these were the original gansta's of South Beach you got from left to right Ninja Joe, The Rock , and Black Mamba. We were strolling around surveying the scene and seeing what was rightfully ours as the coolest Motha Fucka's around... This was MIAMI 04.

Now the party photoes I'm still not sure if this was a man or a woman but the restuarnt was recommended by Ms. Sandra Cadavid known to you all as the Emu. She is latin-american so her judgement on eateries in Miami was indespensible and here is just one example, MANGO's. You ask why this image I tell you why not, Miami is full of latin ladies that with change in climate and culture causes them to look like the dude from the crying game not knowing if they are man or woman. For ever model in south beach there is an equal amount of She-Males one of the Diddy's secret passions. But if you are looking for detailed she-male information on this site I apologize because its not availible only tasteless jokes at their expense for a better understanding of them I recommend you contact Richard Simmons (I kid I kid) just go to your local library like any good person.

Simply put these is the Miami's Party Finest, the Mamba, Ninja J, The Rock (not to be confused with Da Rock aka Dwayne Johnson), and the Bus in our party finest, showing a range of outfits, looks, and drinks we are a diverse party group bringing in all aspects, frat boy, the preppy, the quido, and the laid back dude.

O no the floating party head alert is back, more candid party shots, not to be confused with candid nut shots, yo seriously isn't that party head crazy. I realized forget those real world dorks and how they spawned no talent and massive pectorals into a career by rubbing whip creame on each other using their bums but instead what about these folks that do the best of or all time craziest what makes them more or less an expert on hungry hungry hippo's then me? And why is that the Donna's always seem to have time to provide opinions on the garabage pail kids but yet no one knows that they even play music.

I need to write microwave cuisine cookbooks, and seriously these photoes need more skewar food items. But damn we are one seriously good looking group and this following photo will show it. Yo seriously for $500 I will give you Ninja J and throwin a box of mallomars. Just take a look at this picture...

After partying it up and evenings of great debauchery the gang needs a manner in which to earn some cash to maintain their ludicaris lifestyle in south beach... and before you let your mind go to the proverbial gutter it was gang banging like compton not van nuys. Here is a classic example of a poor good looking indian getting jacked up by to Loco dudes named mike for some drinking cash (demonstration no sachi's were harmed in the making of this montage) However you might think that with one of them cheering and posing rather then assisting in the jacking it would loose legitmacy but in actuality the folks of south beach are very narcassitic and even the mugged pose in this case a tribute to PBA star Pete Weber (Thats bowling folks) with the SUX IT sign.

Ok well that was a blast into the past of the "Sachi's One Strange Trip" archive of MIAMI 04, stay tuned for other periodic blasts from the past and not the crappy Brandon Frasier movie and some recent trips to such exotic places as Perth Amboy and India (still debating where the water is more lethal to the COLON). Laters MAMBA out.

taxi drivers in india

They look at you like as though you are the chracter dscribed by James Frey in his fictional non-fictional account of drug use in "Million Pieces". Then when you succomb to their will they laugh at you as the tool you have become and finally when you realize you were jsut duped by David Hasselhoff you end up with Bird Flu egg on your face.