Engineer that. Flavors. Let me feed y’all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y’all. With real talk, vivid colors and excellence, Mook-Life Darts are once again thrown at you with the same trajectory of the bullet that killed John F Kennedy.

For those that are still wondering what we mean when we’re talking about them darts, let me refresh your dome for a hot minute one time. As much as darts may appear through a lyrical medium, we refer our darts to the pics of inappropriate subject matters we post and all the real talk we generate for each topic we touch and clutch. Feel me, Mook-Life gon’ massage your brain with slang, that’s cane. We provide rich paragraphs. Reviews and comments are only inserted when needed. Filler lines are not felt; if a picture speaks for itself, then it speaks for itself.

Most of these next flicks are hidden darts from the summer. Nothing specific, just some flavors for y’all. A little last breath of warm material before the cold winter hits our Montreal streets. Only a few contributions were inserted, Ima spread the next chambers through various posts in the future. Word life, shouts to the contributors and everyone out there letting me post these pics. I cee y’all!

Another thing, I personally don’t believe in giving photo credit to the photographers for each picture. I know yall mooks don’t give a shit, actually no one really gives a shit besides the photographer himself. Oh and oh yea, fuck water prints by the way, Mook-Life is water print free, you water print bitches can suck my dick!

Out for my favourite outdoor activity, Bird Watching. Regardless of everything, the cycle of life still continues. Rest in Peace to all my Forgotten Street Soldiers!

Marketing is tha best thing. Finna cop me LaBatt Blue so huge it can’t even fit in the cooler wooday! Yerppp!

Gobbin’ Some Mushrooms, some GSM shit. My new invention: the KFC Shroom Wrap. I ain’t gotta say more, you already know! Magic shrooms wrapped in that hot and crispy fried chicken skin son, finger licking hooooood!

The cracked IPhone. How many of y’all got it too?

Man, I love tobacco in my spliffs. This is some Montreal shit, this is the East Coast baby! I stopped smoking rigs a few years ago so I need that piece o’ tobacco to scrape the back of my throat. Anyways I brought back a carton of Venezuelan Belmonts. I must be the only guy in the world who don’t smoke cigarettes and that still buys packs and cartons. It’s been now 9 months I got back from Venezuela and I still got tobacco for days. I must say, I’m very happy to be fully equipped with tobacco. I used to always end up being stuck at home with no cigarettes, stressed out, about to have a heart attack. It’s a real bitch to walk down a few blocks just for that piece of tobacco.

To all you international Mooks, this is a warning of the Poison Ivy presence in Montreal. This is a serious reality that many of us ignore. This shit is for real, one touch and you’re fucked. One day everything is normal and the next day you got orange mucus bubbles growing on your skin. For some nasty pictures, be sure to check out the Poison Ivy Post.

Ima keep it ghetto till I’m dead, yea I said it, Killa-EF, I’m the yellow o’ the egg.

Fish Talk. Fried Tilapia, fine Colombiana madness in full effect.

My duke Globe reppin’ Mook-Life and Block-By-Block. I see you Baby! For those who ain’t know yet, Block-By-Block is the filthiest ink out there. Maybe one day you gon’ wake up with a new tag on your garage door, while you’re desperately trying to buff it, you’ll then quickly realize that you’re fucking with that dirty Block-By-Block ink brought to you by the Golden Horseshoe fam.

Killa bees on tha swarm.  It’s that time of the year. I finna cop me some Romados chicken but the fall season makes it too hard for a mook to dine in the comfort of a city park without fatally swallowing a fucking bee.

It’s that wisdom water liquid flow like the T-1000.

UFO’s surround the globe. 2012 is just a few steps away. The Aliens are getting closer by the minute. Ain’t got a lot of time left, so this is my motherfuckin deathwish.

Word to mother. Shouts to man G. Grenstein rockin’ dat 3000$ grillz!!! $$$ !!!

Word to Mother. Shouts to to my jeweler Thomas Naylor for these badass silver EF earrings. I just can’t get enuff shine!

Rest in Peace young Jays!!!