I arrived at the venue with my homie Sha; soon as I stepped up to the door, the security all up in my grill, ice grilling like he knew me; or like I did something to that scarred up face of his. The guard had some nasty ass jailhouse scar going across his face. I was saying to myself “if he doesn’t stop grilling me I’ll give that scar on his face some company”. Speaking of jail security patting us down like we’re going up north on the visiting floor; I can’t remember the last time I’ve been thoroughly searched to enter a nightclub. My last time was two decades ago, Club Speed. Only in B. K., you get strip searched to enter a club. Once me and my homie got pass Homeland Security (LOL); we found the Club upstairs looking funny as hell. Funny for two reasons, the lack of people but that’s not the funny part, DJ E. Holla on the wheels doing his thing despite the amount of people because that’s just how a DJ does. The funny part and this is something I wanted to know but never bothered to ask. What was the significance with all the old school style bicycles hung up on the ceiling that and the mannequins. Who goes to a club with bicycles on the ceilings and mannequins on the stage? My homie and I actually arrived late; at least that’s what we thought. I was supposed to be here at 7:30pm. We walked in around 9pm, the party wasn’t underway as of yet. This is a bit of a downer to me. I’m looking around and only seeing a handful of people. Shocked by the response, normally a hip hop event is livelier than this; especially with Shabaam Sahdeeq and Rustee Juxx on the roster. I wonder if it’s the area, don’t tell me people still scared too come to Bed Stuy. I was just expecting a good turnout; this would have never happen at Southpaw. The Show began to get underway at about 11:20pm; when our “host with the most from the east coast”, D-Stroy took the microphone to the stage and began wheeling’ in the crowd. First up to the stage… Rustee Juxx and he bought some surprise guest on; which was his Lil Man, I kind of figure that would be his Lil Man.
At first, I thought his Lil’ brother, either or I knew they were blood. That was an awesome act and some real shit. How many fathers’ you know would let their children come onstage alongside their daddy and curse in his performance. A Hip Hop performance at that! Fuck, fathers… how about the mothers. How many mothers’ y’all know would let their child go out with their daddy to a nightclub to perform onstage along with them and spit aggressive lyrics. This is what I’m talking about and what everyone been saying, “THAT’S HIP HOP!” You could check for my man, Rustee Juxx… he got an album coming soon “HARD BODY HIP HOP” straight clean album, the god claim not to have drop one word of profanity on this album. Too bad I can’t say the same thing for you and your son here tonight. Before y’ all go checking for Rustee Juxx album… check for some of tonight’s single performances: “You Ain’t Even In My Rearview”, “Crown Heights Brooklyn Shit We On It” and “Who the fuck the rhyme better Rusty Juxx”. Oh yeah, if y’ all going looking for these songs and your unable to find them; it ain’t my fault… I’m going by the hook of the song.