#chopped n screwed

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

DJ Screw was born July 20, 1971

[infinityof6]

New album out today! It’s been a while. This is part 13 in my series of compilations of non-album tracks, featured on releases by other labels, with a few unreleased gems. This collection covers March 2022 to October 2023. Tracks are in order of creation. What is life... 　　　　　　　,,.、　_､、 　　　　　　/　　};;ﾞ　 l　）） .　　　 　 ,i'　　/　　/　　　 　　　　 ;;ﾞ　 ノ　 ／　　Future is now!!!! 　　　 ,r'　　　　 `ヽ、　　　　三 　　 ,i"　　　　　　　 ﾞ;　 　　　　　　　三 　　 !.　ﾟ　　　　 ﾟ　 ,!''"´´';;⌒ヾ,　　　　(⌒;; 　(⌒;;　　　 ヮ　　　,::''　　　　|⌒lﾞ　三　(⌒　　;; 　　`´"''ｰ-(⌒;;"ﾞ＿＿､､､ノヽ,ﾉ　

1. ARE YOU A PIG 03:15 2. On Perch Of Wetter Ear 03:32 3. Mean Flow - Crucifixion Nails (Infinity Of 6's Silver Hammer Rework) 03:04 4. Humanfobia - El Cementerio/Realidades Paralelas (Infinity Of 6 Quantum Graveyard Mix) 01:39 5. Take It To The Extreme Is My Middle Name 02:12 6. NoOneSayWolf - VVitches (Infinity Of 6 Doom Bop Remix) 02:52 7. Vobet Danko - Apocolocyntosis (Infinity Of 6 Pump King Remix) 03:16 8. Celibate Good Times Come On 02:06 9. Phonogra Cheese 02:28 10. Right Time Joe 01:09 11. Fagus Fodus 02:59 12. That Was Handy 00:33 13. Mandolunstrrrung Finger Wall 02:41 14. Wild Swans Are Cool 02:18 15. Holophrastic Indeterminacy (Relatively Profound………) 03:06 16. 天誅 03:49 17. If You Think I'm Dead You're Wrong (I'm Alive And Living In Scotland) 03:53

Listen/purchase: Ohhh Am Sure! The Cheerfully Quixotic Infinity Of 6, pt. 13 by Infinity Of 6

[luvwich]

WIP wednesday: Arpeggio ch.27

[from ch. 27 of Arpeggio - each of these last few chapters has been just exponentially harder to turn out, but i'm getting there...]

Pacifica was the mausoleum for a grand capitalist dream; an eternally deferred paradise, dotted with the angels of rotting palms and rusted carnival rides. The tremendous ferris wheel had defaulted on all its joyful promises years ago and now stood bankrupt, unmanned, a leaning tower of corrosion and undead neon. This place belonged, off the books, to the Voodoo Boys. The musical lilt of Haitian Creole rose from every street corner and alleyway, utterances ranging from the sacred to the profane to the mundane. Prayers interwoven with ammo prices clashed with friendly barterings for fresh milk, live chickens, medications, seasonings. River pushed past stares and glares down the shambling sidewalks. For all its grim habits and its violent heart, he nurtured a perverse affinity for the district. One had to respect the hardscrabble people who made this soil theirs, who wrested their bloodsoaked square mile from the claws of the corps, from the cops, and from the ruling class.

How long had it been since he’d walked these wild, ungovernable streets? Had it been four years already? Twenty seventy-three crossed his mind, and as he rolled that date around in his head, the vicissitudes of memory drove him to a small butcher shop in Coastview. Rolland’s consisted of four grimy walls around a mess of cracked and stained tiles, its smudged display cases piled with wares that weren’t arranged to appeal to any casual shopper. You either came to this place knowing precisely what you wanted or you walked right back out with your nose pinched between your fingers. The man behind the counter steered his gaze toward River, surprise overtaken by an amusement that deepened the crinkles in the corners of his dark eyes. “I’ll take five pounds of oxtail,” River said, moving a hand into his coat to grasp at his wallet. He’d lodged a toothpick in his back teeth, a vintage trick from his early days on the force: a way to channel anxiety into something that looked tougher than fussing with your lapels or picking at your cuticles. His jaw worked the toothpick patiently as he waited for a response. The man looked River up and down and reacted as though to a joke he’d never heard before. “Oh-hh, fie pound oxtail?” A hollow chuckle. “Sa a sòti nan men'w. You are not cooking oxtail! Hah.” A knobby finger extended toward River’s face. “I know who you are, ofisye.” River shrugged. “Sure you do. But either way, I need five pounds. Or even six.”

[iamlisteningto]

SALEM’s King Night

[plunder413]

[rubylioness]

🔥🔥

[purplelito1996]

Jayo Felony - Take A Rode Slowed & Chopped By Dj Crystal Clear

[bloggingaturfuneral]

Golden afternoon ✨

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

Robert Earl Davis Jr. better known as DJ Screw died November 16, 2000 R.I.P.

[xythlia]

yea if u think its ok to use chatgpt to "write" fics pls unfollow me it's massively unfair to ppl who do spend limited free time creating fanfic, opening themselves up to critique & loving something enough to get imaginative w it and share that with others. AI doesn't have love or imagination built in, if I found out a fic I read was AI generated idk I think id be a lil pissed bc many ppl on here are genuinely creative and talented. using chatgpt tells me all I would need to know about someone & that's they treat writing as an instagram popularity contest. it's not impossible to practice & get better n better at writing ppl do that with everything bc it's actually the key to getting good at anything. yea it sucks to not be instantly good at everything the first time u do it but that's literally why persistence is encouraged in every field no matter what & putting more effort into taking the easy way then using the same amount of effort in practice is always frowned on

[viscer-aa]

We need to rewrite Leviathan Child for many reasons, but we’re very jumbled about where to start and what to include in the narrative since there r a lot of older alters in here who still ascribe to some pretentious bad writing advice from the last decade so the Cool Authors in the system are tattooing this on the inside of our forehead

[saintlevrant]

I'm so sorry that I'm on this app at 2 am, but... I'm trying to watch OP.

SOMEBODY HELP ME.

[thedyf]

N Luv Wit My Money (Chopped & Screwed)