#Easter hip hop

[themasterpupil]

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[turbomnstr]

HERE IS THE TRACKLIST FOR MY NEW ALBUM “Turbo 2” . WHEN SHOULD I DROP IT !?

[kendallwa]

“The Good Friday Exhibit”

Surprise! Made this last weekend between sessions. “Exhibit A Freestyle”, “Exhibit C Freestyle”, “Murder Capital”. On wherever you stream 😎 More in May…

“I’m like Awkwafina/sometimes I talk black sometimes I talk white/whatever gets my pockets lined” ✌🏽

[yefta785]

Live life and come find me!

[ghosttownaz]

Unwrapping Easter Eggs: Hip Hop's Hidden Treasures

As the sun sits high in the sky on this Easter Sunday, it's not just chocolate eggs that we're hunting for. In the world of hip hop, there's a different kind of treasure waiting to be discovered—Easter eggs hidden within the beats and lyrics of our favorite tracks.

For those unfamiliar with the term, "Easter eggs" are subtle nods, references, or hidden messages deliberately placed by artists for attentive listeners to uncover. Much like a scavenger hunt, these musical Easter eggs add an extra layer of depth and intrigue to the listening experience. In the realm of hip hop, artists have mastered the art of planting Easter eggs, making every verse, every beat drop, and every sample choice an opportunity for fans to uncover something new. From clever wordplay to obscure samples, here are some notable examples of Easter eggs in hip hop that have left fans scratching their heads or nodding in appreciation.

1. Kanye West's "My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy" Artwork

Let's start with an Easter egg that's hiding in plain sight. On the cover of Kanye West's magnum opus, "My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy," there's a plethora of imagery to unpack. But one detail that often goes unnoticed is the painting in the background. If you look closely, you'll see that it depicts a fantastical scene filled with various characters from Kanye's career and personal life, each symbolizing different aspects of his psyche and journey as an artist.

2. Childish Gambino's "Because the Internet" Hidden Messages

Donald Glover, also known as Childish Gambino, is a master of incorporating hidden messages into his work, and "Because the Internet" is no exception. Throughout the album and its accompanying screenplay, Glover weaves a complex narrative that blurs the lines between reality and fiction. One particularly intriguing Easter egg is the use of hidden URLs and codes scattered throughout the project, leading fans down a rabbit hole of online mysteries and interactive storytelling.

3. OutKast's "Aquemini" Zodiac References

OutKast's masterpiece "Aquemini" is filled with astrological references that add an extra layer of depth to the album's themes of introspection and self-discovery. From the title itself, which combines the zodiac signs of Andre 3000 (Aquarius) and Big Boi (Gemini), to the lyrical references to astrology throughout the tracks, OutKast invites listeners to explore the celestial influences that shape their music and identities.

4. Missy Elliott's Visual Metaphors

Missy Elliott is renowned for her innovative music videos, which are filled with visual metaphors and hidden meanings. One of the most notable Easter eggs in her video for "The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)" is the use of fish-eye lens distortion, which serves as a metaphor for the warped perception of reality in the music industry. Through her visual storytelling, Missy challenges viewers to look beyond the surface and uncover the deeper messages encoded within her art.

5. Kendrick Lamar's "To Pimp a Butterfly" Poetic Transitions

Kendrick Lamar is known for his intricate lyricism and attention to detail, and "To Pimp a Butterfly" is no exception. Throughout the album, Kendrick weaves a narrative that transcends individual tracks, connecting them through recurring motifs and themes. One particularly subtle Easter egg is the transition between tracks like "For Free?" and "King Kunta," where the final words of one song seamlessly flow into the next, creating a continuous stream of consciousness that mirrors the album's overarching message.

6. J Dilla's Signature Drum Patterns

J Dilla, the legendary producer known for his pioneering work in the realm of underground hip hop, was a master of hiding Easter eggs within his beats. One of his trademark techniques was subtly incorporating his initials, "JD," into his drum patterns. Listen closely to tracks like "Donuts," and you'll hear intricate rhythms that spell out his name, a testament to his unparalleled creativity and attention to detail.

7. MF DOOM's Masked Persona

MF DOOM, the enigmatic rapper and producer, crafted a persona shrouded in mystery and intrigue. One of the most enduring Easter eggs in his music is the use of comic book references and supervillain imagery, with his signature metal mask serving as a symbol of his alter ego. Throughout his discography, DOOM peppers his lyrics with references to comic book lore, inviting listeners to delve deeper into the mythology he's created.

As we celebrate Easter today, let's not forget to appreciate the hidden treasures waiting to be uncovered in the world of hip hop. From clever wordplay to subtle references, these Easter eggs enrich our listening experience and remind us of the boundless creativity within the genre. So, grab your headphones, embark on a musical scavenger hunt, and see what hidden gems you can unearth beneath the surface of your favorite tracks. Happy hunting, hip hop heads!

By: Steven Sandage

[waste-it-on-something-useful]

Liquid Sword(s)

Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai (Jim Jarmusch, 1999)

[onlinesaltandpeppershakermuseum]

Set # 1037

For only $2 I was happy with my yard sale purchase. EVery year my grandparent's neighborhood has a major yardsale however over the years however it has sadly gotten smaller and smaller. This year my only finds were this shaker and a bag. BUT none the less this was still a good find!

[c-40]

A-T-3 113 Captain Rock - The Return Of Capt. [Jesus]

My favourite reincarnation story The Return Of Capt. Rock

A big one here, especially in the UK. The Return Of Capt. Rock is the last track on Street Sounds Electro 1. A section of the lyrics written by DR. Jeckyll & Mr. Hyde are sampled on Hyperspeed (G-Force Part 2) by The Prodigy released in 1992, the drums programmed by The Fantastic Aleems are lifted by the Chemical Brothers on Dig Your Own Hole released in 1997. RIP Captain Rock

[disneyprincemuke]

✧.* the chocolate bunny that hopped away / ls2 *.✧

the chocolate bunny that oscar had given luna is missing, and you could have sworn that you put it away safely.

you hum as you tiptoe on the ground, craning your neck for a better look into the cabinet for its contents.

that’s weird, you think, the chocolates are gone.

easter has come and gone and luna has just gotten baskets upon baskets of candy and chocolate. and like a responsible mother, you were not just going to let her indulge in sugar all the time. it’s already enough that she’s an energetic 5-year-old as is.

“hey, babe.”

you drop your feet on the ground and whirl around at the voice. you furrow your eyebrows. “did you eat luna’s chocolates?”

“good morning to you, too.” logan stops right by the kitchen island, blinking at you blankly. he has an empty coffee cup in hand, just freshly picked from the clean array of choices of cups. “and what? no, i didn’t.”

you sigh, “don’t lie to me. who else would have eaten luna’s huge ass chocolate bunny? she’s going to be so upset if she looks for it and i can’t give it to her.”

“i’m not lying,” logan shrugs, turning away from you to head for the coffee machine. “maybe you misplaced it? i can help you look for it if you need to.”

you clench your jaw and put a hand on your hip. misplaced chocolate? that’s unheard behaviour even coming from you — you’ve been meticulous with hiding things since becoming a mother.

“no, i put it right here after we had that egg hunt yesterday,” you frown, pursing your lips. but seriously, babe. if you ate it, just admit it so i can go to the store and get some more. otherwise, you will have to explain to your daughter why her big chocolate bunny from uncle ozzy is missing.”

logan turns around to you, head tilted. “i didn’t eat the chocolate bunny.”

“then who else would have eaten it?” you ask with a small and knowing smile. “there are only 3 people in this house — if luna didn’t eat it, and i didn’t eat it, there’s only one other person in here that could have eaten it.”

logan shrugs, “maybe there’s a fourth member you don’t know about?”

“hey, that’s totally not funny!” you shriek, smacking his shoulder lightly. “come on, babe. just admit it.”

“i don’t know what you want me to say,” he laughs comically, turning as you approach him by the coffee machine. he picks up his coffee cup and pulls you in for a hug, pressing his lips to your forehead tenderly. “i didn’t eat the chocolate bunny.”

you narrow your eyes down into a glare. “i know you ate it. and i will get you to admit it.”

“alright, let’s get you ready for bed,” you mutter, following luna towards the bathroom. “let’s brush our teeth!”

“thank you for the chocolates, mummy,” she giggles, hopping away from you.

you look over your shoulder at logan, still sitting on the couch, already staring at you. “of course, lulu.”

“i didn’t eat the damn chocolate bunny,” logan repeats softly to you with a small scowl. “when are you going to believe me?”

you walk backwards down the hallway of rooms, shaking your head disapprovingly at your husband. “i will get you to admit your crimes, sargeant. you will not eat the chocolate bunny with no consequences.”

“i won’t have any,” logan smiles, pushing himself off the couch with his arms spread, “because i didn’t eat anything that wasn’t mine.”

“i cannot believe i married a big fat liar.”

“and i married someone who accuses me with no evidence.”

“yeah, because you ate it!”

“did not!”

you were in bed reading a book when your bedroom door opened, logan walking in with slouched shoulders and a tired grin on his face. “it took forever luna to go to bed.”

“probably because she has an inkling that you ate her chocolate bunny from uncle ozzy,” you retort with a small and proud smile. you lift your attention from your book to your husband. “all the arrows are pointing at you.”

“i didn’t eat it,” logan hums, shaking his head. “maybe you ate it and you’re just looking for somebody to blame?”

“you wish. i’m a good mother to our daughter,” you tease, putting a bookmark between the pages and putting your book down on the bedside table. “you, on the other hand…”

“i’m a good father because i didn’t eat the chocolate bunny,” he insists. he crawls on to the bed over to you, landing on your torso with his arms wrapped around your waist. “maybe it sensed it was gonna get eaten and hopped away.”

you furrow your eyebrows, resting a hand on his back as he lays with you. “or maybe it’s resting in your stomach.”

“i didn’t eat it.”

you’d been walking past luna’s bedroom when you heard her speaking. assuming that she’s gotten on a call with either lily or logan’s mother.

“i have a secret,” you hear luna giggling. you peek through the small gap in the door to find your daughter lying on her stomach with her feet in the air.

on her ipad screen, you see lily’s face with a small grin, nodding enthusiastically. “really? you’re gonna tell me?”

luna nods. “yes. but you can’t tell anybody.”

“okay, i promise.”

there’s a pause, another giggle drawn from luna’s lips. “i have chocolates under my bed.”

you tilt your head and straighten your back. chocolates under her bed.

you peek into the room again just to be sure. because you could swear, that for the past 2 years, there is no such thing as under luna’s bed. her bedframe is enclosed and touches the ground — there is absolutely no space for her to keep anything under her bed.

and that only means one thing: the chocolates are directly underneath her heavy mattress.

you walk away from her bedroom and make a mental note to check under her bed. you just need to find a way to get her out of the room to get yourself in.

and when logan walks through the front door, you know just the way to distract the 5-year-old. you hop over to your husband with a sweet smile. “call for luna — i need to get in her room.”

“oh, so now you’re sweet to me,” logan furrows his eyebrows, resting a hand on the small of your back. “how suspicious.”

“no time for that,” you scoff, guiding him towards luna’s bedroom. “i’ll explain later.”

“fine, but only because i love you,” logan mutters, dropping his bag right by the wall. he pops his head into luna’s room with a bright smile. “i’m home, lulu!”

“i gotta go,” luna giggles excitedly, glancing over her shoulder to beam at logan. “bye auntie lily!”

they say their farewells before luna puts her ipad on the ground and scrambles off the ground to run over to logan. “daddy!” she says in a shrill shriek, arms in the air before she jumps into logan’s arms. “you’re home! can we watch tv?”

“sure!” he cheers, catching her in his arms. he stands and places the child on his hip before turning to you with an expectant grin, nodding his head towards the room. “what do you wanna watch? a movie? a show?”

you slip into the bedroom when they take a seat on the couch. at first, you were skeptical about trying to find a way that luna could be lying to lily at all.

you check under her bed again, only to find what you were expecting: the very sad excuse of an ‘underbed’ area between the bed and the marbled floors of your apartment. so if the chocolates aren’t there, does it actually mean that luna’s been hiding it between her mattress and the bedframe?

you sigh softly and rest yourself on your knees, mentally preparing yourself to be absolutely thrown into a wild goose chase by your daughter. you muster the courage and push the mattress up. and would you have it: 4 packets of reese’s buttercups greet you and… the damned chocolate bunny.

you grab the chocolates into your hands and stumble back out into the living room. “luna sargeant, i hope daddy was right about there being a ghost in our apartment because there’s no way i just found these chocolates under your mattress.”

@33-81 @darleneslane @happy-nico @localwhoore @namgification @nikfigueiredo

[themasterpupil]

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[thesassypadawan]

Like Rabbits *part 1* (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: After realizing that Hay and you share the same desire, you two have been acting like a pair of horny rabbits. ‘Hopping’ all day and night long. (Hope you enjoy the sequel, Maple Flavored Sausage ❤️)

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Breeding and, as always…Hayden’s big dick.

Notes: Hoppy Belated Easter, my lovelies! And Happy First Day of Hayden's (And Mine) Birthday Event! In honor of the man, the myth, the legend; I will be posting nothing but Anakin, Vader, and Hay stories all of April!

- Thirty-two hours. Thirty-two hours of nearly non-stop raw passion, of carnal desire. All in the hopes of…successfully knocking you up.

- After the whole ‘milk someday’ affair, as it came to be known, Hayden and you have a nice long chat. One that makes you both quickly realize that you’re clearly on the same page.

- And, well, since that’s the case, you two have been, um, rather busy. Especially during those magical thirty-two hours when you’re at the peak of your fertility.

- Yeah, let’s just say you’re like a pair of horny rabbits. ‘Hopping’ all day and night long…

- Eyes flutter open and a soft moan escapes you. You’re awoken by his cock pumping slowly into you, fingers playing and teasing your clit. “Haay…sleepy.”

- “Nope, rise and shine, angel. Nap’s over; it’s baby making time,” he chuckles in your ear. Free hand slides to grasp your ass firmly. Pulling your hip over him, so he can thrust deeper.

- You whine a little in protest, but, nonetheless, happily accept your fate. Hand moving up his throat, coming to rest on the back of his head. Fingers tugging his hair gently, causing him to growl…the sound rumbling in his chest.

- Cunt clenches hard in response, which only spurs him on. Pace picking up, dick practically bottoming out with each plunge. “Fuck. How are you still this tight?”

- Whimpering, your face grows flush. Orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast, overwhelming your brain. “Hay… Hay…”

- “Cum,” he mutters. Pinching your clit, sending you soaring. Head tilting upwards, crying out. Chest pressing against his while you clamp down around him.

- Hayden stills, gripping you as your body goes limp in his hold. Face burying into his neck, the fog in your mind rolling in. All you can think of is… “Sleepy.”

- A good smack to the butt jolts you back to reality. “Not yet, babe; we’re not finished.”

- Grasping your sides, he pulls you fully on top of him. Knees instinctively parting, setting on either side of his thighs. Upper body laying flat on his, you let out a small squeak. “Haaayden!”

- Arms wrap around your waist, and he starts to move again. Almost rapidly, eagerly pounding into your soaked cunt. Hips bouncing off his while he smirks. “What? I haven’t given you more of my baby batter yet.”

- Fingers dig into his shoulder; whines fly from your mouth. He’s stretching you out so deliciously, slapping against you so wonderfully. Both sensations overstimulate you further, another release quickly building in your core.

- His grip on you tightens. Rocking back and forth, he bucks up into you wildly. Grunting, voice low and gravelly. ���Going to pump you so full…to the absolute brim. Going to stay in this perfect, little pussy…all through the night and into the morning.”

- Walls flutter at his words. Whines now more high-pitched and needy. Clawing and scratching at him desperately. “Yes… Please…”

- “You’d like that, huh?” Hay growls, slamming into that sweet spot deep inside over and over. “Me cumming in you until it takes…until you have your own cute bump to show off.”

- Nails sink deeper into his skin and his hips stutter. Hands grabbing your ass harshly, holding you firmly in place. Cock twitching, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into you.

- While you mewl and pant. Quivering and trembling, back arching in ecstasy. Milking him greedily for every last drop…before collapsing.

- Stroking your back, his heart racing underneath you. He kisses the top of your head, muttering. “You okay, angel?”

- Spent, your body is so spent. Totally exhausted from cumming back-to-back, not counting all the times prior to this lovely session. “Sleepy…so sleepy,” you mumble into his chest.

- Eyes grow heavy and just as you’re drifting off…you feel him start to lazily thrust. “Come one, we only have like twelve hours left until you’re done ovulating. Don’t want to waste a single minute, do you?”

- You hate it when he’s right. Groaning and grumbling, your hips begin to move in sync with him. “Better make it twins then.”

- “Can’t guarantee that,” Hayden chuckles, speeding up a bit. “But I promise to have you round…those tits milky and swollen soon enough. My adorable baby mama.”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16

[supernerdsblog]

make up, make outs | jordan li x reader

summary: jordan lets you put makeup on them.

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"Jordan, stop moving or you'll mess it up." you say, just above a whisper. Your inches away from their face, trying to steadily apply eyeshadow. Your legs straddled them as they laid down.

With school coming to an end for the semester, you were both bored and Jordan had finally caved and let you put makeup on them.

"I'm trying, it just feels weird." They let out a soft chuckle, their hands mindlessly drawing circles into your hips. With you so close, they could smell the soft scent of your shampoo and a bit of the weed you both smoked earlier.

You swiped dark eyeliner onto their eyelids as Jordan's playlist played softly in the background. You had been at this for at least an hour.

"Okayy...and..done." You say, sitting back. You admired your work carefully.

Their eyes open to look at you. A soft smile on their face.

They looked good. They always do. The look was definitely different from their usual mascara and concealer, but it complimented nicely with their features.

You hop off of them and shuffle to their mirror, dodging all the makeup you had splayed out across the floor. You pulled them along as they continued to smile at how excited you seemed.

In front of the mirror, you stood beaming as they finally got to see what you had spent so much time on.

"What d'ya think?" You asked hopefully. You stood at their side, looking right back at them in the mirror.

They looked at themselves for a bit. They shifted to their male form, then back to their female form.

"It looks really nice.”

You smile fell a bit. That wasn't the reaction you were expecting. Only nice? Not great or amazing?

"But?" You waited.

"But.. it's just not my thing. It looks better on you, babe" they confessed. They pressed a kiss to your cheek as you watched in the mirror. The lip gloss you had applied earlier, now transferring onto your skin.

"Sorry." They said with a tight lipped smile.

You quickly moved a piece of hair from out of their face before tying your hands around their neck.

"Don't apologize, Jord. If it's not you thing, then it's not your thing." you shrugged.

You leaned in, connecting your lips to theirs.

Both of you smiled into the quick kiss.

“I mean, you look hot either way, so I guess it’s okay.” You said, playfully rolling your eyes.

With that, Jordan began to smile again. A soft hum coming from their lips as they closed the distance for a second time.

One hand traveled to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer - if that was even possible. You felt their other hand find its way back to your waist. Your own hands had traveled to Jordan’s hair.

The familiar taste of your favorite cherry lip gloss on them and their fuzzy cologne filled your senses.

You both pulled away panting. The makeup you had worked so hard on, now smeared.

“I do really like the eyeliner though.” Jordan admitted.

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i don’t know how I feel about this one :( but I finally posted again! any tips are appreciated and please please please send requests! Happy Easter if you celebrate!

xoxo, $uperNerd

[mellowsadistic]

Easter Bunnies - Part 2

Mellie spotted the green tinfoil wrapping of an Easter egg hiding nestled among some dandelions, sparkling in the warm sunlight, and she toddled over at once to snatch it up before Hazel or Jackie could get to it. She dropped it into her little wicker basket and felt a burst of pride so strong that she simply had to do a happy little dance to let out some of her feelings. Her diaper crinkled between her legs, and she could feel her bunny ears wobbling on her head as she hopped happily from foot to foot. She didn’t like her stupid nappy, but she loved her fluffy bunny ears, and she loved the rest of her outfit too. Her pretty dress was yellow and white, and it had a big bow on the back. Daddy said it made her look very pretty.

She heard laughter behind her, and she looked around to see Daddy chuckling at her. He was sitting on the decking with Hazel and Jackie’s Daddies, and they were sipping some grown-up drink out of glasses. She’d already had her orange juice from a nice, safe sippy-cup. Because she was a big girl, Daddy had said. She didn’t need to be bottle-fed like Jackie. She wasn’t as big as Hazel (who didn’t even need a diaper!) but she wasn’t a silly baby either. She grinned back at her Daddy and waved.

Hazel toddled over to her. “How many eggs haf you got, Mewwie?” she demanded.

Mellie looked into her basket. She didn’t know. Numbers were so hard, but she didn’t want to look silly in front of a big girl like Hazel. “Fwee…” she said, uncertainly.

Hazel giggled. “Nu-uh! You gots way more than fwee!” She peered into Mellie’s basket, her face scrunched up with the effort of thinking. “You gots… seven!” She looked back at Mellie and put her hands on her bare hips, smiling smugly. “You can’t count! You just a baby wike Jackie!”

“No!” Mellie whined, stamping her foot. “I a big girl!”

“Nu-uh!” Hazel said again, shaking her head. “You need nappies! You just a baby!”

Mellie felt tears welling up in her eyes. “I don’t!” She hiked up her dress and reached for the tapes of her disposable diaper, intending to rip the stupid, babyish thing off and throw it into the bushes.

“Don’t touch your nappy, Mellie!” Daddy’s stern voice rang out across the garden, and Mellie whipped her hand away from the tapes at once with a whimper. “You need it, baby girl! Taking it off is a big no-no!”

Hazel smirked with satisfaction and ran off to find some more eggs, bare bottom jiggling, but she stopped after just a few paces and clutched a hand to her princess parts. “Daddy!” she cried, looking over at the grown-ups with sudden desperation. She started dancing just like Mellie had been, hopping from one foot to the other. “I need my potty, Daddy! Gotta pee-pee now!”

“Okay, darling!” her Daddy replied. “Come here quickly! I’ve got your potty!”

“You too, Jackie!” Jackie’s Daddy said. “Time for a diaper check!”

“And you Mellie!” Mellie’s own Daddy called, his voice much gentler this time. He spread his arms wide. “Come to Dada, sweetheart! I want to see how many eggs you’ve found!”

Mellie’s bad feelings at being scolded vanished at once, and a big smile tugged at her lips. She ran as fast as she could over to the decking, following behind Hazel potty-dancing her way towards her Daddy. Jackie brought up the rear, toddling along like she’d barely learned to walk. Her nappy was hanging very low between her legs. She was such a silly baby, Mellie thought, throwing a superior look over her shoulder at the girl. Her nappy wasn’t anywhere near that droopy – though as she waddled over to her Daddy, she felt a sudden wetness spreading around her no-no spot. With a blush, she realised she was wetting herself. She wished she could hold it and use the potty like a big girl, but she couldn’t control when she went pee-pee. Daddy had told her so, and Daddy was always right. Warm wee-wee flooded her diaper as she toddled towards the decking, and the thirsty padding between her legs soaked it all up. She could feel her Pampers getting heavier and bulkier, pushing her thighs apart and making her waddle even more pronounced.

“Hurry, Daddy!” Hazel pleaded, squirming in desperation as her Daddy placed a white training potty down on the decking in front of her. He took her by the hands and guided her bottom down onto the plastic seat, and Hazel let out a loud sigh of relief. A moment later, the tinkling sound of pee hitting the bottom of her potty reached their ears, just as Mellie reached the decking and fell into her Daddy’s arms.

“What a big girl!” Hazel’s Daddy crooned, stroking Hazel’s bare back and bending down to kiss the top of her head. “Look at you going pee-pee in the potty, just like a grown-up!”

Hazel beamed up at him, and Mellie watched jealously. Her full lips formed a pout, and her grumpiness only worsened when she felt Daddy pulling back the waistband of her nappy to check her bottom. “No messies yet,” he declared, letting her diaper snap back into place. He slipped his hand down the front of her pants next. “Uh-oh…” he cooed, taking a seat in a garden chair and pulling her into his lap. “I think somebody’s done a big pee-pee, hasn’t she?” He bounced her on his knee and made her soggy diaper squish beneath her. “Does Daddy’s little girl have an icky wet nappy?”

“Daddddyyyy…” Mellie whined, wrinkling her nose and blushing.

“I’m sorry, baby girl,” he said, kissing her on the nose. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. I know how sensitive you are about your baby pants, but you’re just too little for the potty at the moment. Maybe Daddy will potty train you in a few years’ time, hmm? Would you like that, princess?”

“Weally?!” Mellie looked into his face excitedly. She didn’t know how long a year was, but she desperately wanted to get out of diapers.

Daddy chuckled and bounced her on his knee again. “Sure, baby. It might take a while, but maybe one day you’ll be able to wear big girl pull-ups, or even go bare botty like Hazel!”

“Yay!” Mellie wiggled happily in his lap. “Fank you, Daddy!”

All of the grown-ups started laughing then. Hazel giggled too, and even Jackie let out a happy gurgle. Mellie joined in, but she didn’t really get what was funny.

“I’m not sure my little lady is ever getting out of nappies,” said Jackie’s Daddy as he lifted his baby girl’s legs into the air by the ankles, exposing her messy bottom. Near the beginning of the egg hunt, Jackie had squatted down in the middle of the garden and pooped her pants, but since she didn’t fuss much over a dirty diaper, there’d been no need to change her straight away. “Are you, stinky-bum?” her Daddy cooed while he worked at her bottom with baby wipes. “I think you’re going to spend the rest of your life in messy nappies!”

“Methee nappeeth!” Jackie echoed, lifting her legs all the way back over her head and trying to cram her toes into her mouth.

“You’re a bit soggy,” Mellie’s Daddy told her, hugging her tightly, “but I don’t think you need a change just yet.” He patted her crotch. “That nappy can hold a lot more.”

Once Hazel had finished on her potty, and Jackie was done getting her nappy changed, the three girls had their egg baskets inspected. Mellie had seven, Hazel had ten, and Jackie had four.

“There are still a few more out there,” said Jackie’s Daddy. “Shall we take advantage of the good weather and let them keep playing for now?”

“Good idea,” said Hazel’s Daddy. “It would be good for them to burn off some more energy before naptime. My little tot will be bouncing off the walls if we take her inside.”

“Alright girls,” said Mellie’s Daddy. “Good job finding all those eggs! Do you think you can find the last ones too?”

The three ladies nodded earnestly.

“Then off you go, little ones!” said Daddy. He gave Mellie’s bottom a pat to send her on her way, and she toddled off back into the garden with her two friends, diaper squishing wetly between her thighs, eager to find as many eggs as she could.

[ghosttownaz]

Unwrapping the Perfect Easter BBQ

As Easter Sunday approaches, it's time to bring out the grill, vibe to some beats, and celebrate in true hip hop style. While Easter traditions often conjure images of egg hunts and family gatherings, there's no reason why the hip hop community can't put its own spin on the festivities. From mouthwatering BBQ recipes to curated playlists, here's how to host the ultimate Easter BBQ bash that'll have everyone talking.

Setting the Scene:

First things first, set the mood with some perfect beats. Create a playlist featuring classic hip hop tracks that'll keep the party going from start to finish. Think Notorious B.I.G., Tupac, Kendrick Lamar, and Drake to name a few. Whether you're chilling with friends or vibing with family, the right music will elevate the atmosphere and keep the energy high.

Grillin' and Chillin':

Now, let's talk about the main event – the BBQ. When it comes to grilling, it's all about flavor and creativity. Sure, you can stick to the classics like burgers and hot dogs, but why not switch it up and impress your guests with some hip hop-inspired dishes?

Snoop Dogg's Gin and Juice Ribs:

Take your ribs to the next level with a marinade inspired by Snoop Dogg's classic track "Gin and Juice." Mix up a concoction of gin, orange juice, brown sugar, and a blend of spices to create a savory-sweet marinade that'll have everyone coming back for seconds.

Kanye West's Pablo Escoburgers:

Channel your inner Yeezy and whip up some Pablo Escoburgers – juicy beef patties topped with melted cheese, guacamole, and a kick of jalapenos. Serve them up with a side of Kanye's famous ego…I mean, coleslaw.

Cardi B's Bodak BBQ Chicken:

For a finger-lickin' good dish, try Cardi B's Bodak BBQ Chicken. Marinate your chicken in a tangy BBQ sauce infused with a dash of Cardi's sass and attitude. Grill it to perfection and watch as your guests go wild for this flavorful favorite.

Jay-Z's 99 Problems But a Brisket Ain't One:

Slow-cook a mouthwatering brisket inspired by the one and only Jay-Z. Rub it down with a blend of spices, smoke it low and slow, and watch as it melts in your mouth with each bite. Serve it up with a side of Hova's favorite BBQ sauce for an unbeatable combination.

Sippin' and Savorin':

No BBQ is complete without some refreshing beverages to wash it all down. Keep the drinks flowing with a selection of hip hop-inspired cocktails and mocktails. From Hennessy Highballs to Beyoncé Lemonades, there's something for everyone to sip on as they soak up the sun and enjoy the vibes.

Spread Love, It's the Hip Hop Way:

Finally, remember that Easter is about spreading love and coming together as a community. Whether you're celebrating with friends, family, or your hip hop fam, embrace the spirit of the holiday and show appreciation for those around you. Share laughs, make memories, and let the music bring you closer together.

So, there you have it – the ultimate guide to hosting the best Easter BBQ celebration with a hip hop twist. From bumpin' beats to mouthwatering eats, this year's festivities are sure to be one for the books. Now go forth, grill with confidence, and make this Easter one to remember. Peace, love, and hip hop!

By: Steven Sandage