100....shot by Ibe

In the words of Ibe....Another moving day, another video!!  This one is titled 100!!  Shout out to Ibe, Capri, Meezy, ...Chris Faust and Jay.



100 from Ibe on Vimeo.

Powder Room.....

Ibe has done it again!!  This time he left the guys out and kept the ladies to himself.  The music is all Ibe.  I told him to send me the instrumental....think we're gonna turn this into a full song.  What do u think??


Powder Room from Ibe on Vimeo.

as seen on MrSoliman.blogspot

2nd Floor....a film by Ibe

Ibe is just a creative monster. Im just glad its is more "Where the Wild Things Are" than "Nightmare on Elm Street".

During a hardworking day of helping Ibe move, we found time to create. There's always time to CREATE!

2nd Floor from Ibe on Vimeo.

Print.....Comic Books Unlimited.....

Print has released his latest creation for the masses....Comic Books Unlimited. I had the chance to listen to it earlier......dopeness.

Yea Im biased....Unlimited & Ridin High feat. Capri are my favorites....hahahaha

Shout out to Ibe for producing those bangers......
And shout out to Print for putting such a dope collection together....

Get the mixtape HERE

Ibe & Print.........

Glad we just caught the album. The homey Print got up with Ibe and in 2 days recorded 2 bangers for the Comic Books Unlimited album. Comic Books Unlimited will be out April 13th.

Here is some footage of the process.....




And yes Print will also be on The Generation Now Album.....

While listening to Ibe's latest beat..........

Who is it that determines success…..is it you? No. Repeat after me……ME. I determine. If I left it to niggas they would never respond to first email. I have to be a persistent bastard. I ask my dad for advice. He’s always right, but he’s also in his late 40s. He couldn’t get Theophilus more than he could spell it. But like I said he’s right. Im just left. Friends I grew up with all I say I left. I still live in The Bronx, how far have I gone. That’s just the physical though. Mentally…I’ve been gone. Nigga we could tape our separate conversations for 2 weeks and not have one thing that we both said match. Don’t blame me. Blame existence. That’s all I’m doing….existing……

I put my heart on my sleeve and my mind in my wallet. Some get to toy with it. They see it there and cant believe its so visible. They think im different for it. I am different, but it aint because of that. They play with my heart and I allow it…..hoping for something. Something to take it off my sleeve and place it next to theirs……but. No one does that. They see it lying there and they grab it and throw it and catch it. Its crazy….they think my heart is a bouncing ball. I allow it till play time is over. When that happens, they usually get mad. They say I’ve changed. No….my brain just came out of my wallet. Now it is your loss. You fucking mistake a heart for a bouncing ball. Idiot. Now leave…….

This physical shit is irrelevant. Skin dies and re-grows. You’ll never speak the same of your soul. I am so pissed with bullshit. And I am the Taurus. Taurean is what she wanted us to call me. I have no complaints, but it does get annoying repeating the same word over and over to the guy saying Toreen. If my name was Toreen, I would of said Toreen. But no you heard Taurean. Address me as such. Is there a place where there is no you or me….and just us……we….them…..I hope…..