Written by Chris “Preach” Smith

Let’s say you were setting out to pull a Quentin Tarantino move. You’re looking to create an action movie with just a touch of gunslinging a lá “spaghetti western” style. In order to open the film with a masterful theme that would make Sergio Leone proud (get hip to The Good, The Bad and The Ugly if you haven’t already), it all begins with a song that sticks with you long after the movie ends. And in this day and age, I can think of none better than “Tequila Sunrise” by Cypress Hill. Read the rest of this entry »

I can’t front, I’m low-key looking forward to Monday night.

Monday Night Football will get a one week reprieve while I watch VH1 put BET & MTV to shame once again when they air 2008′s installment of the Hip-Hop Honors. I can’t wait to see the performances and see the honorees get their just due. Read the rest of this entry »

Words By Khalid Strickland

In celebration of VH1′s Hip-Hop Honors show , The Crew is taking a look at a few of the honorees & their impact on Hip-Hop culture. This entry, Cypress Hill.

Many corporations can thank rappers for a business boom. Clarks, the footwear company behind Wallabees, needs to cut Ghostface a check for keeping its shoes relevant. The makers of Cristal should swallow their contempt for Black folks and honor Jay-Z and Puff. And the Phillies Cigar company should build a shrine for the rap group who helped them sell millions of their cheap-ass blunts — Cypress Hill.

Potheads wrapped Mary Jane in cigar skins long before Cypress Hill endorsed it, but the first Latino rap group to go platinum helped introduce blunts to the mainstream. In 1991 Cypress Hill dropped a self-titled debut album celebrating L.A. gang culture and, more prominently, marijuana. They weren’t the first rappers to talk about weed, just as N.W.A. wasn’t the first to spit gangsta shit. But B-Real’s nasal vocals, Read the rest of this entry »

Words By Khalid Strickland

The deeper I get into this game, the more I doubt that I’m built for journalism. My homies think it’s a picnic. “Strick, you get to go to hot shows and parties for free,” they say. True indeed, but they don’t know the politics and bullshit I tolerate to attend some of these gigs. Being a real nigga, it’s tough to deal with folks lying to my face (“Sorry, there’s no media list”) and juiced-up bouncers barking orders (“Don’t cross the velvet rope!”) without hooking off on somebody. But I refuse to be dragged back into the gutter.

That’s why for nearly two hours, I patiently baked in the sun before entering the anticipated Rock The Bells concert at Jones Beach. Meanwhile, the Nikon Theater’s yellow-shirted minions ran a defensive scheme that Bill Belichick would envy. Many of the security guards, perhaps not used to corralling thousands of hip-hop fans, were a little overzealous. You’d think all the weed smoke hovering around would’ve mellowed security out, but no dice.

Once inside, I kicked it with my Brooklyn homie, underground icon Poison Pen; he’d just been onstage with his fellow Stronghold crew member, Immortal Technique. I was heated that I missed Technique’s show, but it’s always good to chop it up with Pen. I missed Murs show too, but I saw him in V.I.P. and as always he was down-to-Earth.

By the time I got to the main stage, De La Soul was beginning their set, which featured appearances from Q-Tip on “Buddy,” Dres of Black Sheep (the fans flipped for “This or That”) and Biz Markie, who had the capacity crowd singing along to “Just a Friend.” Next, B-Real of Cypress Hill introduced the The Pharcyde, who performed their hits “Runnin,” “Ya Mama” and the timeless “Passing Me By.” Two of my favorite artists, Raekwon and Ghostface, gave a decent performance together. As much as I dig those cats, I’ve seen them both do better. Supernatural followed with a crowd-pleasing freestyle where he incorporated items the fans tossed to him; blunts, t-shirts, and even a pair of panties (!!!) effortlessly meshed into his impromptu verses. Mos Def’s segment was respectable but didn’t really explode until Talib Kweli assisted him for some Black Star joints. Redman and Method Man brought down the house with their kinetic set; EPMD, Slick Rick and Ghostface provided entertaining cameos. Read the rest of this entry »