Wednesday, May 20, 2009

//CURRENT COLOR WAY INSPIRATIONS.//




//MONEY. SUCCESS. FAME. GLAMOUR.//

So, this is how we get it and this is how we get down.  We're two native born California kids, imported into the heart, the streets, the fame and the glamour of LA.  We live in polar opposite sides of each other, an hour apart during the ever apparent traffic on the 101, and our drive and purpose is to dominate your mind with the filthiest of things that happen to make their way in our hands.  We are what we are, we rep what we are, we like what we like, and if we don't like you, you might want to steer clear.  Don't say we didn't warn you.  We've been known to chuck gum at fools.  Broad daylight, mid DJ set.  Last years DJ set we might add.  Go ahead and stress us, cause we aren't gonna stress you.  You'll be part of the good and plenty that sweat our sneaker game, agonize in your defeat of the master of Galaga (trust me, you'll regret challenging her, she leaves a trail of dust in her path of victory), sit back and let your ears bleed of envy of our deep collection of white-labeled vinyl's that you can't get your hands on, and don't even get us started on hair or design, we'll shut you down in an instance.  We're all about the tricks and hoe's of the trade.  We'll house you so hard you'll wish you never opened your mouth.  We'll fill your dome with 9 inches of knowledge son, but if you don't throw us the recognition, she'll cut you.  She'll cut you against the grain. If you can't tell by now, we're a tag team, buy one get one free status.  We got each others backs like the chiroprac.  Together we're that thing.  That thing you get, that quench for thirst, when you've just ate a slice of rich chocolate cake and you need that swagger of milk.  We're here to show you the grit, the grime, the shade, take you into the darkest alleys at the darkest hours.  Empire's have ended before, but our reign and rule has just begun.  Prepare yourselves for the takeover of the grit city kids.  We promote filth, hug champagne bottles, and won't talk to you unless you look starving.  Go ahead, get mad...