If you think I am not hearing the DMX song in my head as I type this you must not know bout me , and if you think that’s a reference to Beyonce you really dont know me. To be fair to you, how could you possibly know me? So let me explain the shit that I’m on .
This space was originally airmarked for a funny story of how we came up with the idea for this blog. But my fingers are tired. Here it is in a few short sentences, maybe I’ll tell you the funny story later.
We like dope music, that old funk you right jazzy fat nasty dirty stanky head nodding funky two turn tables and a mic motherfucking ?uestloving mmmm mmmm was it good for you? because it damn sure was good for me - music.
We’re also on a mission to capture 1988-20??’s black culture in the perfect wall mounted collage.
So here we will post fly ass pictures and dope ass music.
She’s Jennifer, I’m Marc. We are cousins. This was her idea. I am jealous.