About The Mix
At the end of 1974, when daddy dukes went raw
The chosen sperm to explore and reach the egg for sure!
It's the hardcore funk come get your fill
From the pistol packin' punk raisin' hell with the dug grill.
I hear you shout my name
While the blood runs through my veins it's inherited.
But I chill, I hang with them niggaz that's real
Headed to the Eastside nigga you know the deal...
Somehow we're back to rap again.
It is being played back to back to the future.
So cool... So smooth...
Fuxxnori asks us to remember the cold streets and warm beats of the golden age hip-hop.
Oh my hoodness!
Peeking Through Blinds
by Mishele Cox
The Autumn Sun
by 4&1/2 fingers
Melodies For Birdwatching
by fitz ambro$e
a hello mix
Dem Double Espressoes
by Justas Fresh & Egle Suckmafinger
Monday Is Slow