This is the way I see it. Since I takes my Fish Talk game very seriously, and, I mean, I really ain’ts playing when it comes down to this. Basically, nothing can stop me from applying seafood pimpology in my daily operations. Not only is the Octopus my favourite animal, but it’s also my favourite dish. I’m about to go all out on this matter, so get ready. On the strength, this is seafood madness in full effect and I’m about to make mad jaws drop some hits right now. My mind goes deeper than the ocean floor, and that’s where I’ma take y’all.

Aww shit. We back at the border, smelling like weed, rocking expired passports, secretly hoping that someone forgot a five-piece in their jean pocket “by accident”. You guessed it: we ’bout to hit the I-87 South for roughly seven hours until we reach our destination. We will stop at a miserable rest area where acne-ridden, over weight …Read More

Hooo-ly. This month got a mook exhausted as a motherfucker. I bet many of you are heavily medicated right now, ten spliffs deep and you feel that cold running up on you, slowly but surely. I feel you, my mooks. I’m out here, chillin’ in my long johns, Kleenex stuffed in both of my nostrils, …Read More

As the shopping mall music blasts X-Mas classics on loop and slowly brainwash the consumer to spend his paycheck, Mook-Life has decided to bring you our own flavor to this holiday season. Once again we’ve assembled our favorite mook producers to cook up their own personal recipe for the seasonal vibe. For this special Christmas edition of the Rice Report, we hit you with some holiday themed bangers that will even make your grandma get out of the dining room chair and Harlem Shake the night away.

It’s the land where potholes are the size of swimming pools and jaywalking is the first thing a child learns when he’s able to use his legs. It’s the city where toots smoking is a sport done in any weather; from the coldest winter nights to the most humid summer afternoons. It’s the streets where …Read More

For this post, Mook-Life shows respect to one of Montreal graffiti’s most notorious characters in the game. Real recognize real and the woadie can paint his ass off; putting many years of dedication into his craft in order to perfect his style. We present to you the one and only ‘Le Prince’ Dock.

Who wants to grow older? I know I definitely do not, in any shape, way or form. This whole site is a manifestation of me not wanting to do so. With each year that goes by, you get just that much closer to expiring. I guess it’s a bad way of seeing it but, whichever …Read More

Its the most wonderful time of the year. Actually, its the worst time of the year if you ask me. The weather is shit. The sluts are covered up with 69 layers of clothes, and everyone is stressing out over bullshit holiday shopping and lame things of that nature. I wonder if heavens’ got a winter …Read More

Something happened in the ’90s. To think of it, a lot of things happened in the ’90s, but some affected us more then others. Wu-Tang is one of them. The internet is another. The digital era rendered analog obsolete and made it possible for everyone to be connected. Now we have touchscreen iPhones with 8mp …Read More

Nothing excites me more than watching people puke. On the strength, I can watch people puke for hours. I often find myself on youtube watching puking footage over and over, I keep that shit on repeat. Some people tell me that I’m sick in the head, I tell em that I’m a motherfucking Boss. Now, we about to hit you up with some jewels that no blog out there as ever hit you before. Ladies and gentlemen, this is my gift to you, given from the bottom of my heart. Happy Holidays!

Luke, where them hoes at? Not with us, I’ll tell you that much. I’m not going to front about this subject. Some mooks have a hard time keeping female company around. Every other Friday, we sit in Nesar’s living room, 20 deep, chain smoking blunts and getting twisted on the devil’s elixir. We have the …Read More

As days get shorter and the weather becomes colder, most of the population falls into depression with thoughts of a long winter ahead and are mentally preparing themselves for the seasonal hibernation. The mooks, on the other hand, are still out here doing what we do best: Get drunk or die trying. November was an …Read More

HTO: Whether it’s sketches, money, photos, documents, random souvenirs or drug paraphernalia, many mooks can relate to the sacred shoe box, stashed somewhere in a dark corner of their closet. I know I have a few. Most people who were writing before the digital era probably have a couple as well. My dude Ski Mask …Read More

In the charitable spirit of Thanksgiving this year, we took this holiday back to the streets where it belongs. No turkeys or stuffing around here homie, we keep it real with the essentials. Mook Life is for the people.

The Rez is quite the mysterious place for us immigrants. All we know is that there are cheap cigarettes and fireworks galore, as we demonstrated in this post. For most people it’s a mystical world where the streets have no names and the residents don’t have to pay taxes. Grimy mooks such as myself have heard countless outlandish stories about this that …Read More