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And I get into HighLine Ballroom with an assist from my dudes the Ruffian, Blagavelli and Shamz-OKP.

I ran into Shamz yesterday afterwork. He had a shorty to link up with, and boy did he?!? More on the exploits of OkayPlayer’s very own Shamz later in this drop. The buzz tonight was for my main negro on the treegrow RONI the Ruffian to celebrate his 30th bornday, and the Roots to inaugurate their weekly residency at the HighLine Ballroom.

The Roots are about to revive Hip-Hop and rap music in the only way they know how. They come and tear the roof off the mothersucker. What hyperbole hasn’t been written about the Roots? Maybe the fact that Black Thought survived in the ocean from Haiti to Florida for almost two weeks with nothing more than a lit blunt and a package of Skittles. That shit is true. I saw it on Vh-1 storytellers.

The Roots are still the Roots and they are still earnest musicians who play their instruments like they mean this shit. If you have the chance to see them anywhere and the $10 that it costs at the HighLine Ballroom are too much for your blood… The Roots are sure to do a park jam somewhere this summer. Secretly, I think the name the Roots is missing a letter – ‘B’. These dudes play so much of the time I think the Roots might really be the RoBots. These dudes had themselves cloned years ago and that is how they can do concerts and work around the clock. No one works as hard as the legendary do.

The Roots residency at the HighLine Ballroom will most definitely be a legendary gathering. Emphasis on the Mos Def part. This harkens back to the days of the Roots jamming at a little space in TriBeCa called the Wetlands. Those were the best days of my life. These are the new best days of our lives. Celebrate the soundtrack of your life with the Roots as the backing band. You will thank me for this advice later on.

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