You at the Krime-Recordings official forumer page. we got exclusive access to the new book, Black and Brown; The L.A. Story, Free downloads for the new beat album Purple Buds from the Great Unknown And much more.

    To the returning members from the old site, link here the reason we have had to change sites is that someone else has the password, it is unsafe and unwise to keep using a site that could be deleted at any second, and besides, I've been wanting to start fresh anyways.

    The 3rd book I've written, second one I've completed fully, is done now. I will be posting it exclusively here and here only, it is the best yet in my opinion and should be quite a read. The new Youtube account is up and I have just began adding videos to it. Here is the link.

    The new beat album will have 30+ tracks on it and will be free, including previously produced beats as well in it. I have a new Soundclick, here is the link.

    Thoughts of a new album have crossed my mind but for now I'm releasing a documentary album of all the old tracks that I liked called Matrop; The Lost Legacy. More on this and the beat album in a later date.

    Although times are changing, hope is not lost. I will continue to produce every form of media their is, so enjoy.

    New Photobucket as well, here is the link.

Stay posted and check out the site and it's designs, I will be adding to it hereforth. enjoy.

“Motherfucker! It’s your fault, You fucked up!” Marcus reached into his pocket.

“If you would of just stayed away this never would of happened!” Sean walked back until he was against the alley wall, ready to embrace what was coming. Marcus pulled out his 9.

“Too late now your fucked bitch!”

A gunshot rang through the air.

Marcus and Sean both jumped, they turned to see one of the terrorists guards pointing a luger at them. He had let out a warning shot into the air.

“Vondreda! Vondreda! You Americans! You come looking for trouble, well now you got it!”

“Man fuck you!” Marcus pointed his gun at the guard and smoked him, one in the chest.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” 6 more guards came around the corner to the alley.

Sean pulled out the Glock, and they ran together back into the hotel parking lot and into Sean’s room.

“You see these fucking guys?! AK’s and shit.”

“Their Terrorists, that bomb yesterday was from that guys yacht.”

“Fuck. Their outside, what do you got?”

“Your looking at it.”

“Well fuck it let’s bail.” Marcus started opening the back wndow.

“No, we’ll hide, theirs a door in the floor back their for the heating, you can crawl under the floor, that’s were I hid my gun when I went out.”

“You always did stash your shit.”

“Better safer than sorry.” Sean smiled at Marcus, and he smiled back, all was forgotten, that was the thing with them. No matter what you couldn’t mess with their friendship, they were down for life.

They hid under the floor and moments later the door was broken open and they could here footsteps of at least 6 guys above them.

“Their not here.”

Someone said something in a foreign language.

“I don’t want them fucking with my plan! We need this money! This shit doesn’t come cheap! You fuck!” a gunshot went off. “Find these two and bring them to me, dead or alive, I want to see them! I will fucking piss on their graves! Anyone of you disrespect me and that will be you, dead.” they left the apartment and closed the door.

“That fuck killed one of his own guys, and he wants to piss on our graves.”

“What the fuck. I’m going to kill him, I think I heard somebody call him Vondreda, that is our enemy, let’s get him.”

Marcus and Sean got out of the crawlspace and saw a dead Cuban man on the ground in front of them. Their was a AK-47 on the ground with him.

“Why would they leave it?”

“So cops think he’s dirt and then they don’t investigate, just another dirtbag dead.”

“Curt died.”

“Slim died.”

“Fuck. This shits got to end. Vongayda has got to die.”

“And now we got something to take down the guards.”

Marcus picked up the AK and took out the clip, full. Inside his coat Sean found a Colt 45, 2 grenades, a knife and an extra AK clip that was full.

“This guy is like a fucking guns ‘r us.”

Sean laughed then his face turned serious, “Sorry about the shit man, I just got in to deep.”

“No problem man, it was me being a racist fuck, you know I can be a prick, just ignore me next time or punch me or something.

Sean laughed again. “Well fuck this emotional shit, lets strap up.”

They collected the artillary in front of them.

“I say we hit that house up This Friday, kill all the guards, Vondreda, Collect all the guns, the money, the bombs, and the drugs.”

“Theirs a lot of them there.”

“We can take them, plus we can take another one of their yachts back to L.A., they’ll have another. And we’re in Cuba, cops here are worse than criminals, we can do whatever the fuck we want, and they won’t care, we’re killing terrorists, probably get a fucking medal for this in L.A.”

“About that, B.E. is going to expect $100,000 back to them, it looks like I took it, I’m dead if I don’t get it.”

Sean started getting ready to leave.

“Since Curt is gone I’m leader of L.A.B., we’ll get that money and pay them, we’ll do more than that, we’ll have them push the coke or heroine we get from their, they probably got loads of it their, or else they wouldn’t have so many men. B.E. will sell it it’s what they do, they hustle, L.A.B. we bang, it’s how I goes, United we stand divided we fall. It’s history.”

“That shit sounds dope, let’s do it.”

“Yeah I only hope we both live through it to enjoy it, this could be millions we’re talking about.”

“Yeah or it could just be a bunch of turban headed motherfuckers doing opium.”

Marcus laughed, “Here them talking about needing the money to buy something? If their terrorists then my bet is it’s bombs, or some other crazy weapon. We have to bust that place before they get the shit.”

“Well it sounds like they don’t got the money yet, Friday gives us enough time to get ready.”

“I’m ready to go, lets go stay at another hotel, this one is way to heat.”

“Right let’s go, I don’t need anything from my room.”