It's like Vegas fool. San Francisco and the Bay Area rappers, producers and DJs all get together for one good cause, to get drunk as fuck and make good music. Gurp City consists of hip hop pioneers such as DJ Quest and DJ Eddie Def to underground legends like Bored Stiff and Sacred Hoop to freestyle champions TopR and Conceit...pretty much every alcoholic rapper in the Bay Area of California. The Gurp Fam keeps growing and innovating rap music with artists like Trunk Drank, Z-Man, Fist Fam, Grand Invincible, Fay Dog, G-Pek, Eddie K, DJ Marz, Bullet Proof Space Travelers, Bullet Proof Scratch Hampsters, DJ Cue, Brandon B, Luke Sick, Iron Fist, Thuggy Fresh, 6 Feet Deep, DJ Mathew Africa, 4oneFunk, DJ Teeko, DJ Max Kane, DJ Mista-B, DJ B. Cause, DNAE Beats, Boac, The Makai, Third Sight, The AlterBoys, MC Oroville, Illsquad, Live Human, Lords Crew, Alex Pardee, Zero Friends, Big Sammy, DJ Raw B and Fatees.
Frankenstein’s Topster Produced by Dick Nasty Feat DJ Quest [mp3]http://gurpcity.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/frankensteins_topster.mp3[/mp3]
Topr’s new shit knocks. You all better be coming out on Friday no excuses. Shits going to be off the heezzlebub. Hear more tracks from The Marathon of Shame at Topr’s Myspace page.
Drunk Topr photo by Emcee Oroville for God Hates You Productions.
DJ Eons
on Thursday, January 31, 2008 at 9:02 amI’m feeling all these new Topr joints. Taking it back to the break.
cbloom
on Thursday, January 31, 2008 at 10:35 pmAlbum is gonna be official. Time for motherfuckers to get knowin!
Cashflow420
on Thursday, January 31, 2008 at 11:08 pmThe new album cover is dope! Looking forward to the party tomorrow… Yee!!!
Cizzler
on Friday, February 1, 2008 at 8:27 amYou people have no idea how good this album is gonna be. Well you might have a little idea…but not like a large idea…It kills people with it’s mind.
DJ Eons
on Friday, February 1, 2008 at 9:01 amNice write up in the Guardian too. Damn, Top is runnin shit.
layinap-a-t-c-h
on Friday, February 1, 2008 at 1:54 pmI’mma be dead drunk singin, “Security, Security!” And then I’ll come to and realize that it’s not me saying it, it’s the girl’s whose ass I have my lobster claws on yelling, for security to save her, and that song’s not even playing, Johnny Cash is and somehow I’m in the Mission Bar and not 12 Galaxies… watch the reality of the night trump that premonition!!!!