First of all, I don’t know where this fucking gem has been hiding and I have no idea how I could not have seen this before today. I guess I need a late pass because apparently it was filmed on public access television almost 5 years ago, and it’s been on YouTube since at least last year.

I do not even know where to begin with this because there is just an amazing amount of wild shit going on here, in fact, it’s borderline overwhelming. I’ll try though.

First, I would like to start off with the introduction of the cast of this beautiful, life-changing one act play that has touched my very soul like no other in recent memory.

Leading things off, we have your boy Marv-O. Marv-O is the host of the Iron Mic Freestyle Battle at Chamblee High School in Atlanta, Georgia.

Also on the show, we have three young men on the judging panel. Please meet Jonathan “The Bus” Hodges, Jeremy “J-Dub” Walker, and Steven “Action” Jackson. This trio of fine gentlemen assist Marv-O by providing the invalubale service of critiquing the contestants that do battle on the mic.

The two participants that will be going head to head in a heated, no-holds barred, anything goes freestlye rhyme battle are Eli Porter and Envy. Eli is a junior, and Envy is a sophomore. 

Now that we’ve met the principal players in this genius work of entertainment, let’s roll the tape, shall we?

First of all, I’m really feeling the intro instrumental track. It’s from the Clipse classic “Ma, I Don’t Love Her”, a fine slice of love song from my favorite coke rap artists of all time. Basically, Clipse and the Re-up Gang can do no wrong, and they are hereby allowed to say and do anything they want until the end of time and I promise to dutifully lap it up like a good little doggie. Clipse fucking kill it, but you already knew that, and I digress…

When we first see Marv-O, he seems like a normal enough cat, and he introduces himself, the contestants, and the judges. Standard so far, right? Wrong. First of all, I have to put this out there right now, there’s something about Eli, and I just want to say that the dude could possibly be mentally challenged in some capacity, which I normally would not like to make fun of a person for being. I’m not 100 percent certain. He may just be slow, or maybe he’s just fucking strange. Eli, if you are handicapped in any way, I’d like to apologize for clowning you, but if you’re not, fuck it! Anyway, check out how he rolls his eyes when they’re being introduced, that’s kind of ill.

Next, the judges, seated, are introduced by your boy Marv-O, who is standing behind them. Oh, and also, for some unknown reason, Marv-O has his arms draped over J-Dubs neck, and both of his hands are on his homie’s chest in some kind of bromantic guy embrace. Huh??? Dude, what the fuck? Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I think the phrase I’m looking for is “wild homo”. At least I think that’s what the kids are saying nowadays.

Whatever, dude. Fuck it, show your love, just be sure you pepper your sentences with several ”no homo” insertions. Oops! No homo no homo no homo. That’s another thing that those wacky kids say nowadays. Okay, so Marv-O is pawing one of the judges and he goes on to explain that the rules, although apparently obvious to everyone involved, are that each competitor is allowed 45 seconds to rip shit on the mic, and when time is up, Marv-O will tell you to stop. Any contestant still spitting after the allowed 45 seconds will be duly disqualified. This seems like quite a fair allotment, as 45 seconds should be more than enough time for one to rip a crab in half on the microphone.

Anyway, the bell sounds and the gloves immediately come off. Envy is up first, and he starts te proceedings off with a few standard yo’s, uh-huh’s and okay’s, and of course the introduction of his own name. Soon after, and I am not completely sure of this, but I believe he hints at what could possibly be a jab at Eli’s mental state, which may or may not be less than average. Peep his first verse: “Yo, the boy has got you talkin’ cripple/my advice to Eli is to stop rappin’, stick to walkin’ cripple…” Huh? Does he know something we don’t? Is Eli in fact mentally challenged in some way? If he is, and Envy is clowning him in a freestlye battle, well then, that’s just plain wack! Ruthless too. Side note: check out Eli while Envy is spitting, is he bugging out on purpose, like to try and gain a psychological advantage over Envy? Or is he getting himself amped up for his upcoming chance to fire back with his own retalliatory lyrical arsenal?

Moving right along, we learn that Envy is an admirable young man, having been up on the block (but never selling rock) and we also find out that Envy fancies himself a lyricist that gets busy in a fashion similar to Lil’ Wayne. Envy goes on to state that if anybody wants it, they can most assuredly get it, and that he never raps with a stutter. Envy then finally winds things up with a flurry that includes somewhat cryptic talk of firearms. Fair enough.

When Envy is done ripping it, Marv-O introduces Eli as the judges seem stoked and ready for the second contestant, especially J-Dub, who points both fingers at the camera enthusiastically.

Eli sets it off with a monster verse (and I’m kind of paraphrasing here): “Yeah, I got one question, mayne/tell me who next/this nigga soft like a nigga who didn’t gimme the best…” At least I think that’s what he said, dude was kind of on some mumble shit for a second. Then,  Eli comes out of left field with what may or may not be the greatest line in hip hop since KRS dropped “I’m number one, two, three, four, and five…” when he spits this now immortal (to me, anyway) phrase: “See, I’m the best, mayne, I did it.” Wooooooo, that’s the hot shit right there! Seriously. I want that shit on my tombstone. Can you see it? I can. Here lies Lawrence David Warnken, and directly underneath that, my date of birth and date of death, and then under that in big bold fucking print: I’M THE BEST, MAYNE, I DID IT!

So back to Eli, after he drops the nuclear bomb-ass verse for all time, things begin to get a little weird, because, you know, it hasn’t been weird at all up until this point.

So Eli stops rhyming and there appears to be some technical difficulties afoot. It’s unclear to the viewer whether this is something behind the scenes or maybe Eli just got straight up shook and drew a blank.

Regardless, it’s awkward for a minute, not like it hasn’t been at all awkward up until this point, but anyway, when Eli comes back, it’s back with a fucking vengeance. Check the next verse, dunny: “See, I’mma let you know who the best/by the hour/just like Rosie O’Donnell/at a bisexual bridal shower…” OH SHIT! OHHHHHHH SHIIIIIIIIT! He just killed Envy like 500,000 times right there. I mean just fucking slayed that dude. Deftly.

Eli keeps it going with references to his grille, as well as the acknowledgement of his ill-timed vocal misstepping. Gotta love a dude that fesses up to it when he fucks up. Respect. As if adding insult to injury wasn’t bad enough, Eli chooses to question his opponents sexual orientation in a most humorous and scathing fashion: “Look at this dude/he need to stay in the shade/ain’t no wonder why he came out/he already in a gay parade…” OH NO HE DIH-INT!!! Oh yeah, he did. Eli finishes up the brutal butchering of Envy with a stinging parting shot directed at Envy’s physical appearance: “So you step down, off the pedestal/I’m the best, man/you need to go to the fuckin’ dental…”

Damn! That was a straight-up ass whipping of titanic proportions. It wasn’t even close. Eli fucking wrecked shop. Period.

The judges and your boy Marv-O, who can still be seen getting his grope on for some reason, seem to agree with me and it looks like Eli is on his way to hip hop superstardom.

Judges, your verdict?

The Bus seems to concur with me in the conclusion that Eli killed it and Envy was kinda booty. He gives it up for Eli and agrees that young Mister Porter did indeed step up and represent.

Next up, J-Dub (the willing recipient of that creepy fondling by his boy Marv-O, whom we now all recognize is wild homo) proceeds to dump an entire 55 gallon drum full of hatorade on top of my man Eli by stating that he thought that Envy was the better competitor, and that he held it down and made no mistakes, unlike Eli, who faltered just a smidge. 

The last judge, Action Jackson himself, delivers the final judgement, the vote that will ultimately decide who has spit hotter fire here today. Action Jackson at this point bafflingly refers to himself as “814″ instead of his previously mentioned moniker, which pales in comparison to the utterly ridiculous line he delivers to defend his final verdict, which is a vote for Envy, making it 2 to 1 in favor of the wackness over the reallness. To justify his vote, peep out this all time classic: “Both of them did good, but I give it Envy because he did great!”

HUH? Are you fucking kidding me? What a fucking dipshit this guy is. Not only is he wrong in stating that Envy was even remotely better than Eli, how fucking weak and ridiculous is that final quote?

He did great?

Shut the fuck up, Steven. I hate you.

Everybody knows Eli got fucking straight up gaffled, and if you think otherwise, well then I hate you too.

Self-explanatory.

Word to Dr. Octagon!

I recently ended my membership at 24 Hr. Fitness. No more meatheads in the mirror or And1 mixtape rejects practicing 45 foot jumpers on that awesome mini basketball court that’s never quite crowded enough with douche bigalows of all shapes and sizes. Damn. Where am I going to watch people excercise their yappers on cell phones now?

Now this right here done made my day.

Runnin’ With The Devil on some ol’ a cappella shit!

How ill is this?

I wanna sync it up with some grimy Mobb Deep instrumental, see how it plays.

Speaking of Dave, I just wanna say right now that early Van Halen is the sheeeeeeeeeeeeeit.

How you gonna fuck with that?

You can’t.

The fucking Emmy’s are and always have been a load of bullshit. This shit right here is really real!

Ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you the best overall television character in the year that was 2007, in a landslide, the one man quote machine that is Leon Black.

“Black man doin’ his muthafuckin’ thing in the world, baby, ya feel me?”

Yes, Leon. Unequivocally, undoubtedly, unquestionably, and most resoundingly, I do.

 I do feel you.

I got a new camera for Christmas. How convenient. I was thinking it was time to step my digi game up anyway, the camera I have used for the past six years is super outdated. It’s bulky. Look at this fucking thing:

Manny said it looks like a Klondike bar. It takes pictures at a whopping 2.1 megapixels, pretty much close to or even worse than cell phone camera quality these days. Shit, but when this thing came out in 2001, it was pretty fucking tight! People were like HOLY SHIT that is amazing, super sleek, beautiful, etc. etc. etc. and it definitely was. I took that thing everywhere and took photos of everything.

That camera went around the world. A bunch of times. It’s seen some wild shit, and this post is dedicated to my trusty Canon PowerShot S300 Digital Elph, now retired and being passed on free of charge to my dear friend Kenneth The Blaze Brimer. In rememberance of this incredible machine, I now share with you a random assortment of memories spawned from within its inner mechanism.

Do you have any idea how difficult it is to make a skateboarding video? Maybe you think it ain’t no thing, all you have to do is point a camera at some dudes doing all of the actual hard work, right? Wrong! There’s a plethora of shit that you have to put up with and a lot of obstacles to overcome to really make something worthwhile that won’t be looked at and perceived by skateboarders (and we are some fickle, picky, shit-talking hater assholes much of the time) as being stink dookie. Chad and the crew over at APB have been putting in work on this thing for almost five years and now the end result of all that strug is about to be unleashed on the general viewing public. Come down for the premiere and maybe try to bring your sister, or your girl and some of her friends, because sometimes these skateboard video premieres tend to be on the shall we say swordfight side of things and we wouldn’t want to overload on sausage for the holdiays if it was at all avoidable.

Stop me when I’m passing by!

Peep this photo I came across yesterday at Barnes and Noble of Diamond Dave, or as my man Rob would refer to him, David Lee Broth.

How’s the form on that hippy jump?

Fucking rock star shit, son.

That’s the date of the premiere of season 5 of The Wire, a.k.a. the best show on television. Easily the best show on TV right now, maybe even all-time. Yep. Better than Cheers. Better than The Flintstones. Better than Magnum P.I., all that shit. Season 5 is going to be on some epic, legendary type shit. Believe it. Since this upcoming season is also reported to be the last season of the series, you can look forward to some crazy shit happening in Charm City, hon. Will Avon come back to challenge Marlo and try to take back what was once his?  Will Marlo attempt to go over Prop Joe’s head so he can get that raw from the Greek himself? Are Chris and Snoop headed for death row? Is Omar still steady jacking fools? Does Bubbles finally get clean? Is Daniels about to become police commissioner? Will Carcetti be elected governor? How does Randy thrive in foster care? What about Namon and Bunny Colvin’s relationship? Do Michael and Dukie end up the new Avon and Stringer? This is only the tip of the iceberg as far as issues that will be resolved. Hopefully. Unless this show goes out like The Sopranos (not fucking likely), The Wire will go down in history as the finest piece of television that has ever aired. Period, motherfucker! Get your fix of old episodes right now via HBO On Demand, and peep this season 5 preview right here, with the very first look at footage from the upcoming last batch of shows.