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I was going to wear my special J DILLA tonight to the Gnarls Barkley concert in Central Park when i was reminded of this story…

CHOCOLATE SNOWFLAKE and I were coming from one of our movie dates when we decided to take a stroll on the Duece. That’s only referring to 42nd Street here in NYC for all you raging scat-o-philes. We just came from seeing ‘My Super Ex-Girlfriend’ and ‘Talladega Nights’. Both flicks are worth your money even though we did the two-fer with free movie passes.

That’s why I love C.S. I don’t have to put expensive food in her belly everytime we go out. Sometimes it’s all about doing free shit and that suits my budget just fine. So here we go just walking up Broadway past the Virgin record store and some dude jumps out on me, “YO! YO! YO! Yo fam, would you like to buy my CD? I produced it myself with 20 tracks of straight up Hip-Hop!”

“Nahh mayne, s’aiight tho”, was my reply and I looked dude dead in the face as a symbol of respect and not a straight up dismissal.

“Whatever man, I seen’t your shirt and I thought you was into real Hip-Hop.” was his follow up.

I had to look down at my shirt for a second because I forgot what I had been wearing. It was my JAY DEE shirt that I copped from the OH WORD store. The shirt reads “J DILLA CHANGED MY LIFE” with an image of a record crate at the chest. I had to stop right there. This nigga just shitted on me like I don’t love Hip-Hop because I didn’t want to buy his wack azz CD.

I turned around and I told dude, “Yo I love Hip-Hop. The reason I don’t want your joint is ‘cuz its prah’lee wack.”

The young dude walked away and made the ‘fuckouttahere’ sign by waving his hand. I feel proud of myself that I gave that young aspiring rapper a taste of the music industry apathy. Although sonn did look like his CD was going to be wack anyhoo, by telling him that his music wasn’t shit is going to do one of two things for him. He is either going to quit rapping and just get a job working for the Transportation Safety Administration or he is going to get back into the lab and perfect his flow.

In any case, that J DILLA t-shirt changed his life.

(shop at OhWord.com in a few days and tell ’em BILLY sent ya’)

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