Hi Fi Club
Hi Fi Club:
I’ve been going to this Hip Hop club for the past few months. It’s all gold rope chains, baggy clothes, and thick women. The security guards pat the patrons down upon entering, and they’re trying to instill some Cleveland civic pride—it’s a bit preachy and headstrong, but it’s candid, honesty more so than most people hear in the span of a month, let alone a night. Suave said, “Be 100%. Be all and be pure, that’s why I got just 3 friends.” It’s the level of honesty that he knows he is only capable of, anymore than that would just be bullshit. He’s church with profanity on a Tuesday night, and in-between sets he’d tell his DJ to play his CD that consisted of Duran Duran. “I saw them a month ago, and I’m sure I was the only nigga up in there.” An MC singing “Hungry Like the Wolf,” and promoting the idea that change only happens when your actions instigate anger. “If you niggas don’t like my Duran Duran, then fuck you!
"He pulled up three people to freestyle. The first rapper was white man who still looked like a 15 year old boy with his white visor cocked to the side. He rapped over the theme song to “Nightrider.” The second rapper was a short black woman. She wore a red track suit and had a bad blonde wig, and she rapped over the theme song to “Taxi,” which sounds like a fluto-phone if you can't recall it. And the third rapper was a tall black man who rapped over the theme song to “Sanford and Son,” not fair because every black man knows that cadence, except Colin Powell. It was a tie between the “Taxi” and “Sanford and Son” rappers, and before the next act, there was a set of bad poets that tried too hard to be Erykah Badu and Saul Williams, then Suave asked the DJ to play the Verve, as he played on his air violin.
I’ve been going to this Hip Hop club for the past few months. It’s all gold rope chains, baggy clothes, and thick women. The security guards pat the patrons down upon entering, and they’re trying to instill some Cleveland civic pride—it’s a bit preachy and headstrong, but it’s candid, honesty more so than most people hear in the span of a month, let alone a night. Suave said, “Be 100%. Be all and be pure, that’s why I got just 3 friends.” It’s the level of honesty that he knows he is only capable of, anymore than that would just be bullshit. He’s church with profanity on a Tuesday night, and in-between sets he’d tell his DJ to play his CD that consisted of Duran Duran. “I saw them a month ago, and I’m sure I was the only nigga up in there.” An MC singing “Hungry Like the Wolf,” and promoting the idea that change only happens when your actions instigate anger. “If you niggas don’t like my Duran Duran, then fuck you!
"He pulled up three people to freestyle. The first rapper was white man who still looked like a 15 year old boy with his white visor cocked to the side. He rapped over the theme song to “Nightrider.” The second rapper was a short black woman. She wore a red track suit and had a bad blonde wig, and she rapped over the theme song to “Taxi,” which sounds like a fluto-phone if you can't recall it. And the third rapper was a tall black man who rapped over the theme song to “Sanford and Son,” not fair because every black man knows that cadence, except Colin Powell. It was a tie between the “Taxi” and “Sanford and Son” rappers, and before the next act, there was a set of bad poets that tried too hard to be Erykah Badu and Saul Williams, then Suave asked the DJ to play the Verve, as he played on his air violin.
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