sabato 20 settembre 2025

Valentina Sinis










 

                                                               https://www.valentinasinis.com/

venerdì 19 settembre 2025

John Holcroft











giovedì 18 settembre 2025

SHORT FILM 🎬 Ice Cube 【🎧】Before Hip Hop

Released on: September 5, 2025

 

Director: Gabriel Hart a/k/a VIDEO GOD 
Director of Photography (DP): Karim Belkasemi 
2nd Unit DP: Isabel Mazzolini 
Editor: Turbine Post 
Colorist: Bryan Smaller for Company 3 
Producer: Dylan Palley 
VFX: Legal Graffiti 
Intro: H Wang Production 
Company: VIDEO GOD, LLC 
Executed by: Ice Cube


 


You killed my brotherMy main manI loved this dude, babyI want revenge (yeah)Ah, I want revenge (yeah)He was my only brother (yeah, shit)He was like my main manI loved him, I-I loved him, my brother
Before hip-hop, niggas got shotBefore hip-hop, niggas smoked rocksBefore hip-hop, my uncle had a dropBefore hip-hop, homies stood on the blockBefore hip-hop, people smoked weedBefore hip-hop, I'll get you what you needBefore hip-hop, pimping was goneBefore hip-hop, bitches was on
My style is hostile, your style is docileI pull them Glock's outForgot to box outI grab the reboundI claim to be downThe guppy, he drown'Cause homies declineMy pronouns will throw roundsHeartbeats will slowed down (yeah)Where's the showdown?Your hood is a ghost townI'm a ghostbuster, hit you with the whole clusterTurn you into muster, general custerChief blackfoot, kick a black rock'Cause somehow they responsible for crack rockSomehow they wanna blame it on hip-hopBefore I could talk, they used to crip walkThey used to roll diceThey used to flash iceFuck with a chick, she'll cut your ass twiceThey used to pay the priceThey used to go to jailHip-hop ain't the reason why we catching hell
Before hip-hop, girls got knockedBefore hip-hop, that pussy used to popBefore hip-hop, they was on mollyBefore hip-hop, niggas caught a body
I loved him (hm, shit)And-and he was my only brother (yeah, right)He was like my main manI loved him, I loved him
They tell you and me it was lots of unity in the black communityThat shit is lunacyThey tried to ruin me, got me for my jewelryWhat they did to me, police got immunityEarly 70's got him for his leather pieceKhakis hella creased, it was lots of jealousyBoys' bathroom was like a platoonThe girls' bathroom was like a saloonSquabbles all year, September to JuneNiggas on weed, water and 'shroomsNiggas OD'd, had gangs and goonsDown the center coon (soon), straight to the moonNiggas would holler, "Give me a dollar, nigga"He wanted more than a dollar, didn't take no scholarYeah, motherfuckers had the Chevy ImpalaAnd they crashed out like, "Fuck you, your honor" (fuck you, your honor)It all happened before they start rappingIf they say I'm lying, motherfuckers is cappingNiggas be crying like they was the captainBut I don't give a fuck, hand that bitch a napkin
They mad at the mirror, but the mirror don't lieBefore hip-hop, it was a drive-byBefore hip-hop, niggas used to dieBefore hip-hop, mamas used to cryThey mad at the mirror, but the mirror don't lieBefore hip-hop, it was a drive-byBefore hip-hop, niggas used to dieBefore hip-hop, mamas used to cry
Before hip-hop (now-now listen)Before hip-hop (now-now-now listen) (yeah)Before hip-hop (now-now listen)
They mad at the mirror, but the mirror don't lieBefore hip-hop, it was a drive-byBefore hip-hop, niggas used to dieBefore hip-hop, mamas used to cry (now-now listen)

Steve Nyktas :: Polaroid Decay









https://stevenyktas.com/decay

 

mercoledì 17 settembre 2025

martedì 16 settembre 2025

Lorenz Berna









 

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lunedì 15 settembre 2025

Skunk Anansie【🎧】Shame

Released two months ago

 

 

 I saw you standing trying to shelter 
Cold fingers tracing icy skin 
Your story sounded so familiar 
You said too much to take it in 
I got the love from my mother 
I got the pain from my dad 
I got the blame from my brother 
Oh, shame, I got it bad 
I saw you standing at an altar 
You've made yourself from all you've had 
A pair of coloured scarves with bells on 
A family photo cut in half 
I got the love from my mother 
I got the pain from my dad 
I got the blame from my brother 
Shame, I got it bad 
I saw you standing in the open 
Warm eyes were dancing down the street 
You had no bitterness, not broken, oh 
Demons were dragons in retreat 
I got the love from my mother 
I got the pain from my dad 
I got the blame from my brother 
Oh, shame, I got it bad