Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Support that real hip hop yall...





Ayo whattup son its ya boy Starky Love aka Theodore Dini. Son I been walkin across the deserts barefooted to bring yall niggas the jewelz nahmean. Ayo I be givin yall the air from the gods lungs to keep yall breathin namsayin. These niggas is out there throwin rhinestones in the air n shinin off another niggas mirrors n shit namsayin. Ayo niggas is jackin they shine off another niggas chandeliers nahmean. But you already kno how ya boy do it. Niggas aint flickerin over here son. Niggas is infernos g. We aint jus sparkin in the fryin pan like that yo. Niggas is buildin empires son. Word is bond yo....understand what niggas is tryin to build son. I be givin yall niggas pyramids. You got little bum ass niggas out there thats buildin you sand castles next to the ocean son. We buildin pyramids over here son. It aint a game pa. Ayo son I slayed a hundred minotaurs when I was dwellin thru the deserts nahmean. Ayo a minotaur approached the god n said he wanted to hear that watered down soft ass rap music namsayin. He said he wanted to hear that new Mac Miller joint son. The nigga said he wanted that Wiz Khalifa Apple Juice n Pajamas joint son. The nigga said his favorite rapper was Chris Brown yo. He said he wanted to hear J Cole drop more classic singles like he been doin. He said he wanted Lupe Fiasco to make more joints like Lasers. Ayo I was offended by the nigga so I stepped on that niggas plateau namsayin. The minotaur was sent to destroy what niggas had built son. He had 99 other minotaurs wit him nahmean. Ayo ya boy looked up to the skies n I asked that nigga Zeus to strike these niggas down wit his lightning bolts but the nigga said nah...he said "Yo you gotta handle this shit Tone". He said "Ayo Tone these niggas isnt worthy opponents for a nigga such as yaself...Imma need you to ga head n handle these niggas like that son" namsayin. Ayo the god was hurt son. The god was saddened namsayin. Tears burst out my wig son. I felt as tho Zeus was turnin his back on the god in his moment of needs namsayin. The minotaur looked at the god like fuck you gon do now son? Nigga thought the god was gon be shook but I took my staff n I smashed it into the sand n I said "Ayo you shall not pass" namsayin. The minotaur was breathin fire out his mouth n his nostrils n he tried to catch the god wit a right but the god slipped the jab n I proceeded to work the rib cage nahmean. The minotaur was shellin up n the other minotaurs started movin in. The god was throwin nothin but haymakers son. The god fought for 7 days n 7 nights namsayin. I slayed the minotaurs for hip hop son. So if a nigga wanna approach me on some wild shit like he wanna fade the god the nigga gon be bleedin outta holes that the Lord aint even put on his body namsayin. I aint playin wit these little niggas son. Niggas wanna rap like broads. These niggas could pull a bouquet of flowers out they ass son. Niggas is jus suppose to hand over the crown to these little niggas tho? Ayo fuck these little niggas son. Niggas paved the way for yall jus so yall could sprinlke glitter all over the sidewalks? Nah yo. But I appreciated what Zeus did son cos it made Tone stronger son. N when I had slayed the minotaurs a golden chariot wit 40 lions appeared before my eyes son. I seen the shit appear before my eyes n I walked over to it n I saw the clouds above open n I could hear the angels singin son. Niggas knew that ya boy had triumphed over evil namsayin. It began to rain sapphires n the ground was covered in rose pedals son. I turned the stereo in the chariot up n it was playin "Its Yourz" nahmean. I had the joint turned up as I rode across the desert back to Staten. What yall niggas kno bout that tho. We livin the gladiator life over here son. Niggas is barbarians. We do this for hip hop son. Imma blast one a yall little gargoyle ass niggas outta ya 510 Levis n smack the shit outta ya corpse. While yall niggas is wakin up n havin ya little Sanka n ya little cereals n shit...thinkin bout where you gon be plankin later today....the god is out there helpin keep hip hop alive nahmean. Yall niggas go crawl back to the spa yall emerged from n leave this shit to the niggas that respect the culture. Ayo fuck these niggas son.
Aight peace.





 "He just snaps and gets into a zone and starts writing. Sometimes he doesn't even say nothing he just goes, Ugh! Ugh! He gives me a grunt and it's a wrap from there. You just know." By the way ...this is how that nigga Boi-1da describes workin wit Drizzy. Its kinda hard to understand why son starts out talkin bout rhymin n somehow by the end he sounds like he talkin bout hittin that niggas g-spot. But thats the quote son.



Monday, June 27, 2011

Ayo you can ask Tone anything now ma!



Whattup yalls its ya boy P-Tone aka Ironman Starks namsayin. In case yall aint heard I got a little column happenin over at C.O.P. Magazine nahmean. Yall niggas relax cos this blog gon still be poppin n all that. But I got child support n car notes to pay son... so you kno a nigga gotta stay on his grind. What I be doin is givin advice to broads n snappin em out they hypnotic mindstates n shit namsayin. Word. Tone jus gettin started too son. Im gon keep expandin the empire n have some more shit bubblin in the labs for yall niggas. A nigga gotta keep his hands smashin these mountains namsayin. Ayo I seen a bear walkin in the forest n it said "Ayo Tony what we gon do son? Who gon hold down the woodland creatures n shit god? We gon need those fish n berries son!" Word is bond. Theres niggas out there that get they jewelz from ya boy. But I gotta give that one on one time to these broads too son. But when I aint out there ridin bicycles at the bottom a the ocean tryin to keep the gods body in a healthy state I be crushin coal in my hands to make diamonds son. Ya feel me? Word. One time a nigga asked me why I be makin the types a moves I be makin n I jus smacked the nigga. After that the nigga said he understood where I was comin from nahmean. This is how legends move son. Staten niggas throw niggas off rooftops when we chillin. 
Aight peace.

Yall can peep that shit over here son Ask Big Ghostfase

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Whats Beef? Chris Breezy Brown edition






Ayo whattup yall its ya boy P-Tone aka the Mighty Hands of Zeus. By now yall probably been knowin how the Young Ike Turner aka Chris Brown was lettin summa that medium rare beef cook between hisself n them Odd Future niggas n shit. That nigga Breezy mighta felt as tho he got shitted on one too many times by these niggas n decided he was gon take some actions tho. Long story short...that nigga Frank Ocean got caught up nahmean. This shit actually started wit the little nigga Tyler...but somehow shit jus fell in the lap of the only singin ass nigga in they crew. Go figure rite? But yo Its all fun n games til a nigga jus ridin dolo mindin his own business n he get rolled up on n humiliated by a corny nigga's high pitched cousins. Christopher had his little goons chasin son down the road screamin they insults out the window in high F# n shit. Word is bond these niggas could hit soprano notes son. I aint even lyin. I see the talent actually runs in the family n shit son. Now I aint exactly a fan of any these niggas namsayin. But that nigga Frank Ocean kinda do his thing. I fucks wit a couple joints n he seems like he a cool nigga n whatever. Truth be told tho I would rather see son gettin his shine on instead a that muthafuckin toilet bug Breezy namsayin. That nigga jus disgusts me yo. The nigga whole style is more suspect than 2 niggas on a mechanical bull anyway. I jus cant take no emotionally insane nigga like that seriously nahmean. Son has absolutely no grip on his emotions yo. If I ever see that nigga Imma smack him so hard that he gon wake up in another dimension. Imma give the nigga a stargate slap. Son gon wake up under some pyramids lookin up at two Suns n shit. Fuck that nigga. If I saw that nigga walkin down the street wit his family on Christmas Eve singin carols n shit I still wouldnt hesitate yo. I would run up on son wit grenades n explode the nigga in front a his family n shit son. I would blow that nigga up in front a all his little cousins n nephews n nieces n alla that yo. Son is a bitch. I dont even kno how this nigga still sellin music anyway son. No self respectin broad should be able to take this nigga seriously namsayin. We talkin bout a nigga that would probably break all the dishes in the kitchen n kill his pets if he couldnt find the TV remote nahmean. The nigga aint jus a couple chicken wings short of a bucket...he a actual psychopath namsayin.  N nah I dont listen to sons music yo. I dont give one handicapped fuck bout sons songs at all nahmean. I need to hear this niggas songs like I need a Montell Jordan playlist on the iPod son. I need to listen to sons music like I need Snooki to send me nude flicks while Im in jail nahmean. I need this niggas music like I need a Crucial Conflict reunion. I need this niggas songs like I need the Summer 2011 Coogi catalog. You get the idea. Staten niggas dont fuck wit no Breezy period. That nigga is 75% marshmallow.  He got ovaries flowin thru his blood namsayin. If I see the nigga Imma slap a inferno out his ass. Imma blitz that dancin ass muthafucka. Imma tie him to a chair n punt the nigga into the oceans. Fuck this niggas health n his entire life on earth. It aint like I hate the nigga personally. But he gotta go now. Anyway these niggas done squashed they beef over twitter n shit...so there aint really nothin else to see here. Luckily nobody got they skateboard smashed. I wish em all much success. Fuck that beef shit....that shit is played out.
Aight peace.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Ayo Aubrey n Wayne actually killed this shit rite here....





Whattup yall its ya boy the Wally Champ aka Thor Almighty. Word yo I had mentioned that I was gon chill wit the Aubrey shit for a minute. Hope yall enjoyed the break. But yo Im bout to bless yalls wit some exclusive shit nahmean. Dont ask how but I was able to get my hands on the latest leak from the Take Care joint tho. I just got the lyrics transcribed by my nigga Alvin from the barber shop. Son came thru for the god so I could bless yall wit summa that potent mongoose venom namsayin. Yalls bout to get ya heads blown back like you jus snorted battery acid. But yo...yalls already kno my opinion on son....but I gotta admit that him n that nigga Wayne killed this shit rite here son. After I heard how they blessed the joint I was like word...yo I respect what son n son is doin rite here. Unfortunately I cant post the link to the music for some legal reasons n shit so yalls gon jus have to use ya imaginations for now aight. Just imagine some shit where the joints kinda flamboyant n uptempo durin the verses but all slow n moody like you listenin to the sounds comin outta a toilet bowl durin the hooks. Shit is crazy tho namsayin! I aint never heard no shit like this before yo. Anyways...yalls take care...
Aight peace.


Heart Throbbing  featuring Lil Wayne

(Drake)

Ahhww......

Young Monay.....

Look.....
I'm like the catch of the day....so you can call me lobster
These fans call me Drizzy......but my friends call me Aubster
Me and Weezy got eachother....no bodyguards, sir
I got him like Whitney...n he like my Kevin Costner
I get plenty money nigga, I dont even need a cent
And I got more lines than this motherfuckin zebra print
Ahhw
Thats a shirt not a blouse, nigga
Plus I come so hard I could make you say ouch niggaaaaaaaahh
Young Money in the buildin
Half of us is grown men, the other half is children
Yeah
I'm on top of the world now
I groom myself well...I could probably show your girl how
Show her how to dress right....tighten up her lacefront
Show her not to wear a tan dress with no beige pumps
Uh
Catch me in Miami
Fresh Dior slippers n a crispy white cami
Wow
Its crazy how time rushed past
Eyebrows lookin like Burt Reynold's moustache
Yeah
And I know ya girl's infatuated
Haters probably curse the day that I was ejaculated
Awwhh
Fake friends sayin we jus glad you made it
And I fuck so many hoes that you can't tabulate iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttt
That's why I respect women
I wish I could marry every girl my third leg's been in
Me n Weezy got the O.G. flow
We be ridin stallions nigga, aahhck!! - no rodeo

(Drake singing) Hook:

If ya man don't appreciate what he has...
He's jus blind
He gon lose his mind when he see that you done moved onnnnnn
Girl, you look so fierce
in that outfit
Girl, you look so fierce in that outfit
That Yves Saint Laurent...
Oh, my bad, that's that Isabel Marant
I see you gettin anything you want
but there's only one problem....
I can feel....
my heart....

keeps throbbing

It keeps throbbing

It keeps throbbing

Still throbbing


(Lil Wayne)

*lighter sounds*

Hahahhhahack

Uh

Young Moooola baaaybeeeee

I am a a-li-en, maybe I'm a cybawrg
See me on a motorbike wit bitches in my sidecar
Sorta like a poltergeist, standin on the sidewark
Weezy is that nigga you be hearin on ya iPawrd
My Gawd....call me the accomplice
Son of New Awlins, Drizzay is Tarawnteh's
Don't make a nigga hafta beat ya ass unconcious
I got money stacked to my muthafuckin awwmpits
They say Weezy is a Bastid
Fuck wit Young Money, nigga, that could be disatriss
Ya bitch on my dick, but that hoe got chapped lips
Her friend kinda fly....I just need to get her add-driss
They say Weezy is so masc-ya-line
Break her pussay walls, then toss the hoe a as-pah-rin
Hahahhack!
Yall niggas is frah-dyah-lint
They see Weezy come thru...n they say that's a pimp
Yeah
From Virginia to Nevawdahh
Weezy F. Baby, Young Pinia Collawdah
Hahahha!
Drizzy, pour us that Mescawtah
We gon have a party right now, no praw-blahm
Young Money is the squadron
We dont drink the kool aid nigga, we jus gawr-glin
Im like the general, he the sawr-gent
I got toast rite here, Drizzay where's the marg-arine?!
Hahack!

(Drake singing) Hook:

If ya man don't appreciate what he has...
He's jus blind
He gon lose his mind when he see that you done moved onnnnnn
Girl, you look so fierce 
in that outfit
Girl, you look so fierce in that outfit
That Yves Saint Laurent...
Oh, my bad, that's that Isabel Marant
I see you gettin anything you want
but there's only one problem....
I can feel....
my heart....

keeps throbbing

It keeps throbbing

It keeps throbbing

Still throbbing


It keeps throbbing

It keeps throbbing

It keeps throbbing

Still throbbing

I love you


Bonus: A little Aubspiration to help you get thru life....















Thursday, June 23, 2011

P-Tones guide to obtaining summertime autobox





Ayo whattup yalls. Its ya boy Testosterone Tone aka the Wally Champ. We officially 3 days into summer now. You kno these thirsty ass niggas was already out there on the 21st at 12:01 AM wit they canteens filled wit sand n dust ready to try n swindle these broads outta some ass tho right? Word is bond. Theres jus some shit bout the summertime that makes niggas wanna take more than they need...especially when all the shit that dudes want seem to multiply in the summer. For example yo...you notice that when you go to Wendys or Burger King...you order a combo n you usually good right? You get full off that nahmean. But how come when you at a cookout n you see all that shit comin off the grill ya appetite all a sudden seems to be able to accommodate like 7 burgers n a side a ribs? Cos that shit is usually free n obtainable nigga. Free n obtainable ANYTHING makes niggas lose they minds yo.  Muthafuckas will come home wit a baby crib even if they aint got kids JUS COS that shit was left hangin out the back of a movin truck nahmean. N muthafuckas will have that crib sittin in they livin room  wit a stack of magazines n sneaker boxes inside it....jus cos the shit was free son. So when the merchandise is some shit niggas actually DO want forreal forreal...niggas jus act a fool son. Free shit is like heroin to summa yall niggas. When you combine the power of free shit wit minimal work tho...that shits like a winnin lotto ticket to a nigga.  Lucky for yall bargain hunter ass niggas....shortcuts to gettin that speedbox DO exist namsayin. The technical term is "autobox" also known as "instabox" nahmean. There are several ways you might come across this phenomenon son. Imma jus list a few. You gotta be careful to follow the techniques carefully tho or you could end up wit "scenic route-box"....also known as "slow motion-box" nahmean. The worst case scenario might be you end up wit some unwanted "permabox" tho. If you see any a that shit on the horizon you might need to abort ya plans n reset ya course for some other hapless broad tho namsayin. Aight then. First off you gotta apply these techniques to what I be referrin to as "easy prey" son. Otherwise you jus complicatin the game plan namsayin. Keep in mind that this shit dont work on broads that dont even be respondin to regular ol shit like "Hi" tho. Ideally you lookin for a broad who:

a) got some low self esteem issues. Namsayin....confidence is a attractive quality in a broad but it dont lead to autobox. Confident broads kno they own value n they jus complicate shit. If you got a choice between two identical brand new cars right....but one might got a couple scratches on the leather n a few stains in the rug that wont come out...you got a 10x better shot at gettin a deal on the "less than perfect" ride than you do wit the one that has practically no flaws nahmean. But ON THE OUTSIDE it jus looks like you pushin the same exact whip. But be careful cos you aint lookin for a broad that be like ready to kill herself n shit either. Low self esteem n self hatred is two whole different things namsayin.

b) is outta the loop. A self sufficient broad is the enemy here son. If she can feed herself she aint gon take ya bait son. If you hear a broad talkin bout how she jus heard Ushers Confessions for the first time n she bout to cop that latest Aaliyah joint...this is a ideal candidate son. The outta the loop broad is prime autobox material namsayin. You put her up on House Of  Balloons or some other shit thats been drivin broads crazy for the last 5 months n you will have that broad throwin panties at you in 15 minutes flat son.

c) laughs a lot. A broad that likes to laugh is basically a car wit the doors unlocked n the keys in the ignition dig? If a chick aint even crack a smile when theres some funny shit happenin or bein said...this is a broad you wanna avoid. Contrary to popular belief tho...broads that laugh a lot aint always dumb. Dumb (or slower) broads dont usually understand shit like jokes or sarcasm namsayin. Dumb broads only laugh at shit like slapstick or American Pie type joints. So jus cos she laugh a lot dont mean she a dumbass...it jus means she vulnerable. 

Once you acquire ya target you jus play it cool n approach her real casual like namsayin. Ask her how she doin...introduce yaself...make convo nahmean. The main thing is you ask questions about her n avoid talkin bout yaself....chances are if you readin this rite now you aint shit anyhow. Make her feel good bout herself. Compliment her namsayin. If she outta the loop then drop those sure shot joints on her....introduce her to that vast galaxy of panty-droppin music thats poppin rite now son. Dont forget that if she a giggly broad you wanna take full advantage of that weakness. Laughter leads to intimate relations. Its as simple as that son. Jokes = strokes. Its like that nahmean. Word. N remember we dont condone no forcin yaself on a broad. You aint Puff so you aint jus gon take that take that take that namsayin. 
Aight peace.

By the way I got some new lists n interviews n shit comin soon. Yall stay tuned for that shit aight. 

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

OH WORD??? The Take Care Tracklist has leaked yall



Ayo whattup yalls its P-Tone aka the Mighty Arms of Hercules. By now yall probably seen the Watch The Throne tracklist. That shit seemed authentic as fuck right? Word. But now the tracklist for Take Care is available too...Word is bond. So you kno ya boy Deini had to look out. Ayo I got you niggas namsayin. Yall gon probably be surprised to see that Dreams Money Can Buy aint made the album tho. Also there aint no collabs wit summa the artists we was thinkin he was gon work wit. But theres a few surprises instead yo. By the way Im gon chill on these Aubrey posts for a while yall. Jus thought his other fans would wanna see this shit tho. N bein the gentleman that I am I have obliged that nahmean. So in the immortal words of Puffy....take that take that take that...

1. Frolicking (Intro)
2. Jimmy Back feat. Meek Millz & Rick Ross
3. I Wanna Save You....(From You) feat.Trey Songz
4. My Eyebrows Say Yes, My Heart Says No feat. Swizz Beatz & Bruno Mars
5. Bar Mitzvah Money feat. Asher Roth
6. Peacock Feathers feat. Kanye West, T.I. & Lady Gaga
7. If I Were A Man feat. Nicki Minaj & Solange
8. Aub's Interlude
9. Mr Fancy Pants feat. T-Pain
10. Heart Throbbing feat. Lil Wayne
11. Fuckin U Til I Cry feat. Justin Bieber
12. Signed, Sealed....Heartbroken feat. Trey Songz
13. Gallop To Me feat. Chris Brown & Rihanna
14. Let Me Fluff feat. The Eurythmics & DJ Khaled
15. Young Angel's Outro


Bonus......... This is the first verse from Let Me Fluff

Uh
Where the fuck am I?
Oh yeah
I forgot, I'm exactly where I wanna beeeeeeeeee
Uh
I wanna sing to you, girl.....can I?
Or are you jus gettin sick of meeeeeeeeeeee?
I'm audacious, nigga, I'm so audacious
I saw a mirror n like.......How'm I spose to face it?
Niggas round my way used to say he so flirtatious
Now they call me Drizzy or that nigga, Young Plaaaaatexxxx
Yer girl wit me, n she beg to stay
Boy, I put that girl on like she was a negligee
Niggas used to say that Drizzy Drake seemed extra gay
But I showed em all, n they sayin, now we getcha aaaaaayyyy
Yuh mayne look like he cheatin, girl
I thank he hollerin at these other hoooooooooes
Yeah
I think he bein too misleadin, girl
Or rather...........I should say......I suppoooooooooooose
Uh
Me? Im just nigga that you fools been hatin
Young Garnier Fructis, mayne, I jus keep rejuvenatin
Yeah
N I'm about to travel home
Girl, if you interested you could be my chaperone
Uh
Cos sorry sweetheart, I hafta roam
Got my bags ready, babygirl, you gotta pack yer owwwwwwwwwn
Cos this plane about to lift off
Aubrey Drake Graham, nigga, or the rap Chris Bosh

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Take care...






Ayo whattup yalls its P-Tone back in effect...cashin checks n breakin soft niggas necks. I apologize for not blessin yall wit no jewelz for a minute like that namsayin. I jus been workin at expandin the Starks empire n what have you. But Im gon try n keep this shit more regular forreal yo. For anybody that peeps my shit...even yall hatin ass niggas...I got nothin but love for yalls. So thank you namsayin. Anyhow my man the legendary Hex Murda got at me today n son asked me what I thought bout the nigga Aubrey callin his nex album "Take Care". We was buildin on that topic for a minute nahmean. Niggas was discussin the peculiarity of havin a joint called "Take Care" so on n so forth. But instead of jus sayin ayo I think son a gay ass muthafucka for that shit rite there b...I  think we was sorta lookin at that shit from the perspective of a soft ass nigga for a moment n examinin the possible reasons for him bein a cornball like that. Like truthfully this nigga probably been guilty of all kinds a suspect shit son. One look at this nigga n you kno he probably been involved in all types a suspectivity over the years yo. I dont mean that in no disrespectful kinda way. Word. But if somebody asked me ayo Tone you think this nigga ever caught snowflakes on his tongue before? I would say yeah. Absolutely yo. If somebody asked me ayo Tone you think that if we was watchin figure skatin wit that nigga Aubrey that he could tell niggas the difference between a triple toe loop n a triple lutz? Again yo I gotta say no doubt pa. That aint the types a shit that the average nigga be knowin but I think that son can definitely tell the difference g. If somebody asked ayo Toney you think this nigga ever nursed a insect or small rodent back to health? Word is bond yo I gotta say hell yeah g. Probably jus yesterday even. N there aint really nothin wrong wit that namsayin. I mean son probably got a nursery at his crib where he helps orphaned animals all the time son. But you also gotta ask yaself...how many niggas you got in ya circle that be knowin n doin shit like that namsayin. This nigga wanna live that exotic life but he straddlin a fine line between bein a dude wit some culture to him n bein a straight pillow bitin ass nigga. But I aint mad at son. I wish him well b. Ya boy aint bear no ill will toward that nigga whatsoever namsayin. That bein said I would like to present to yalls another gallery dedicated to that nigga Aubrey. Once again the captions reflect what was more than likely bein said or goin thru sons head at that time nahmean. 
Aight peace.





"I dont care who knows either boy!"





"Eeeeeeeeeee can I keep her? Can I can I can I??!!!"






"All I neeeeed in this life of sin...."






"Down to riiiide to the bluhhh-dy end...."






"Look for meeee"






"mmmmmmm....so warm"






"...so when he pushed my head down I went like this....."






"It was MY turn to wear that"






"Ha ha ha...we're jussa couple a white dudes havin a laugh...." 






"This isn't what it looks like...I swear"






"Ew I think its touchin my thingy"






"Wayne said this outfit was FLAAAMES yo"





"Guhheheaaha"






"It feel just like we're sisters me n you"






"............"






"Anyway I think it would be dope if we added a few more niggas to the song Aubs..."






Ayo wait...this was for the Yung Berg gallery....







Damm yo....this was for the Yung Berg gallery too...nevermind. Sorry yall.






"They call it a goodbye but I say what's so good about it?"