I have seen the Roots perform one million times now. From Tramps, to Wetlands, to S.O.B.’s, to the Apollo Theater, to the top of the fucking world in musical entertainment, Radio City Music Hall and never have I been disappointed. If anything they never play long enough. I could swear they did a six hour set for the Spitkicker concert series at Roseland Ballroom. About ten thousand rappers came onstage that night and spit they shit. Black Thought held all them dudes down too.
How can you fuck with a man who has every single rapper’s catalog in his head? There is some obscure underground emcee from Seattle, Washington who put out a white label joint in 1996 during the backpack rap heyday and the only other person who knows that LP line for line is Black Thought. Plus, just take a second and step back and ask yourself who has the most hardbody emcee name. Seriously think about that. If you had a super-power would you want to be the Hulk, or Professor X? That is who Black Thought is in this rap shit. He is the Charles Xavier to all these other Toad ass ninjas.
Alright so here’s how it went down. I came home from Wednesday night’s activities and uploaded the video footage from Niketown as well as Pete from Premium Laces birthday party. I got an e-mail from the homey at Okayplayer asking me if I had RSVP’d already to the holiday party. I hadn’t because I didn’t think I was going to go. The Okayplayer holiday party was sandwiched in between two nights of NYC madness. Later tonight is the Block Royal holiday party at their studios and then the Knitting Factory will host their final Hip-Hop show before shuttering their doors for good. This will be a classic evening.
I knew that if I fucked with this Okayplayer joint then I had to holler at my man fifty grand RUFFIAN. Ever since homey and I politicked a few years ago I have been fuxing with dude. Homey is from Chi-Town and he is a real nigga out in these entertainment industry streets. I made a 2009 resolution tonight to get more h8ters with RUFFIAN. Fam is that real (no Rosenthal). RUFFIAN hit me on the hip that he had the Brook’nam obama for us to get our weight up pre-game style before going in to see the Roots tear shit up.
MISSBEHAVE mag had a hipster bar onsmash in Williamsburg with the crazy special rum and Coke (no Dwight Gooden’s white pudding). As is my custom I was using both my hands to ferry drinks from the bar to where we were posted up. Another part of the ‘Go In’ Brothers crew was up in that piece. CHAD MILLER is the man and he only knows ladies in between the ages of 22 and 24 yrs old. As soon as you turn 25 he deletes your telephone number from his Blackberry. Did I tell you that JEN HODO was rolling with us too? Yeah, we were getting twisted up lovely on MISSBEHAVE’s dime. Pre-gaming is essential if your main party is having a cash bar. BTW, I also hit up the liquor store beforehand for two(2) 50ml bottles of Hennessy to smuggle into the club.
But this drop is not about me smuggling liquor into the club or getting my mind rizzight on some of that W.B. Last night was about enjoying the legendary Roots crew featuring Black Thought, single-handedly the number one emcee on the planet. There is no one out there putting in as much work as Black Thought night in night out for over the last decade. No one. I have to say that some rappers are lucky they are deceased because they would get murdered on the microphone by Black Thought. Bilal also murdered the microphone. If you put Bilal and Black Thought on a track with auto-tune the game would be over. After watching Bilal and Black Thought tonight I hate every fucking song on my 500GB external hard drive.
So classic, so timeless, so legendary.
