I know it’s been awhile since I, or anyone else,posted anything about the line or anything going on in general, but life has been hitting hard, especially within the last 12 months. Let it be known though, we are back in the building and ready to start the reconstruction.
With that being said, as of 8/24/10 7:30pm, I’d like to say Rest In Peace to Alfredo Bayugo Francisco. You’re in a better place now. Your life will be remembered. I thank GOD for giving us another chance to connect. Go in peace Pops.
Mr. Big Dreams no tolerance
Cut you at the house and haven’t hollered since
Get bored quickly, He stay grown
So the p-a-trãn had to get poured quickly
Ex girl strippin’ and I can’t stop her
New girl trippin’ but I can’t drop her
‘Cause I need somethin’ to balance out the fact
That it’s hard to find a woman when
you talented and black
When you hollerin’ at labels
And they silencing you back
‘Cause you fail to thoroughly discuss
some violence in ya track Well
Gunshot for the young yacht owner
See there’s everybody else then
there’s one top loner
First place is often the worst place
But fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin’ the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch blue and green diamonds I call it the earth face
I’m gettin’ ya cake I tell you
how ya dessert taste
I get a dessert plate
Y’all eat pedigree as ya meal
I’ve been Urkel for some years
it’s better bein’ Jaleel
Though I rock lean snap it’s
better bein’ this real
it’s better drivin’ a car with
the letter B in the wheel Seat back
Light sayin’ tank on E
I got the drank on me
You better bank on me
To be the one and only nigga
that you ain’t gon’ see
In the club with a model spillin’ drinks on me Nah
Gimme 20 in the tank on 3
I’m in the Range bumpin’ Keyshia Cole
Singin’ off-key like
I’mma spare y’all
Why you wanna judge me
I don’t ever compare y’all
The city is mine
I know it because I’m there y’all
It ain’t even started I’m
really tryna prepare y’all
Spring ‘07 second quarter I’m droppin’
With or without a label man I’m
committed to poppin’
And take over the summer
Tour to tour hoppin’
I’mma meet a lot of women I’mma
do a lot of shoppin’
Really no other option
Spend a lot of money just to make it back
Anybody I dissed in a song I don’t take it back
Same rappers that’s all in ya
face sayin’ Drake is wack
Are checkin’ my availability just to make a track
I promise mama
I’mma do it ’cause I know I put
you through it (I know I put you
through it baby)
And I just want you to sit around
with ya friends at a dinner table
And say “my baby’s famous and I knooow it” (yeah)
And it wasn’t nothin’ tooo it
I’ve drawn it and drew it ’til
the pen was out of fluid
The ballpoint run out
Then all joints come out classic
Rappers are fake we can all point one out
IC3 was established in June of 2006. We called upon our inner circle to develop a line that is raw and uncut with an against the grain approach. Looking to the history of our Hip Hop Culture for inspiration, we felt the need to bring the light back to the essence and educate the youth of its elements.
Besides running a clothing company we believe that it is IC3’s duty to strengthen the links of urban unity. In order to do so, we support hip hop events and workshops that provide an outlet for the youth to utilize their energy in a positive form, whether it be through bboying, djing, graf writing, or emceeing. We feel that by providing these outlets, we build a community for the youth, allowing them to network and grow to become stronger people.
