free is for me.

tell me about a party with free food or free booze and i am there. and not that i'm cheap, but what the fuck. why not? anyways, if you like hip-hop music, i'm about to bless you with a bunch of free music courtesy of division east records and slangcorp. if you don't like hip-hop that's fine too. hopefully we will have some free punk and metal downloads available soon. and if you're expecting to hear some fake gangsters talking about shit they pretend to own, then just turn around now, because this is real hip-hop. dirty jersey style. no corporate-sponsored commercial MTV bullshit.

everything here is available on the DE records blog or at the slangcorp website, but i'm going to make it super convenient for you to just download them here. just click the flicks to download.


the custodian of records / she hate me


pistol pete / the last supper


pistol pete / the kitchen


c-minus / the moistening


daniel joseph / pack lite


emily rugburn / birdseed


shape / the glass house lp


shape / raised near the powerlines

there is always new stuff coming out and there are tons of shows going on, especially now that it's summer time. if you like what you hear, come out and support the artists. support the underground. for upcoming events and shows, check back here, or check the division east records blog. also check out the myspace. we do big things. come do them with us.

mid-june will the GDP & Daniel Joseph 2009 tour kickoff jam at the DE warehouse. There will be a flyer circulating in the near future. that one's gonna be ridiculous so stay tuned.

this is what i do.

this weekend was a fuzzy journey involving a lot of absinthe, a lot of beers, a lot of jamesons and a lot of laughs with good friends. i had to have a butcher knife and a box cutter taken away from me several times, as my friends feared that i would hurt myself or someone else. i hacked shit up in my apartment and threatened people with a swiffer vac. but i wouldn't hurt a fly. i swear. i also had a freestyle rap battle at 6am with jannson. i don't remember what we were saying, but it probably sucked. i went to my man frank's record release party in harrison which was dope. after he rocked the mic, max jerome blessed us all with some throwbacks and the entire bar erupted into a dance party. go cop the new emily rugburn shit for free at emilyrugburn.com. peep some flicks: