Fatboy Roberts and the Local Show Promoter: A bedtime story
Fatboy Roberts
hip hop collective called Triple F productions. They have a couple little
jams floating around the city on various mixtapes, and pulled off a show
earlier this summer. I know Josh from way back, when him and my little
brother used to run around, and I knew he liked to MC, but I didn't know he
got down like that.
His boy Andrew is your typical backpacker, all adams apple, jansport and
hoodie, freestyling at the drop of a hat and ready to talk at a moments
notice about every white MC who ever picked up a mic anywhere.
Now, one night, Mayhem calls me up. For those of you new to the group,
Mayhem is aka Jeremy, and he's who raps on my tracks when I'm not spitting
the 30th variation of "I'm doper than you, here's a visual description of
how wack you are" over my beats. Part of the reason no one outside of Salem
has heard of us is because Mayhem has absolutely no ambition--we both just
do this hip hop shit because it's something to do on the weekends, make
really dope bangers and call it a day.
But May got some kind of ambition transfusion sometime between last year and
last weekend, because he's suddenly got this great idea that we need to put
on a CONCERT in Salem, doing most of our repertoire, including an open mic
for all the other MC's from the Salem, Portland and Eugene areas, as well as
having Triple F productions as an opening act. I get the rough sketch of
May's ideas, and he tells me Josh will be giving me a call for further
details.
Well, Josh calls, and he doesn't know any more about this shit than I do.
Apparently May has a lot of ambition, but pretty much jack shit as far as
anything else goes. So we're just sitting around, blah-blah-ing, catching up
on old times, when he's like "So, I guess you still make beats and cut,
right?" I, of course, answer in the affirmative--something along the lines
of "Fuck yeah, I'm the shit, you should have known already, bow down and
kiss this ring, Luda throw some grapes on these bitches blah blah blah"
Josh proposes that we all hook up on Saturday night, I bring my beats, and
maybe I can collab with Triple F on some shit. He tells me they have ANOTHER
show coming up in December, a couple days before my birthday, maybe we can
come up with something that'll get performed. I'm like sure, cuz any excuse
to get my music out there and thusly inflate my already overabundant ego,
I'm taking it.
And getting paid wouldn't hurt, either.
So we go out Saturday night--out to one of the bars in the area. Not what I
was expecting. Josh, Andrew, and a couple of cats from their crew all show
up and take a seat. It's guys night, rum n cokes are fifty cents, get two at
a time. So they're downin shit--and chubby chasin. I mean, it's not like
there weren't any decent looking dimes in the place, because there were, I
struck up a conversation with one halfway through--but these guys were
solely going after the size 22's. I figured the drinks were just that strong
or something. I'm starting to get that shady feel, but to write these cats
off just because they enjoy the triple XL cushion for the pushin seems a
mite bit superficial. Like I care who they slide up in, it's not like
they're going to be making the records while they're simultaneously hip deep
in the dimples and folds, yunno?
So we leave the bar, get back to their pad, and put the beats on. They go
apeshit and start IMMEDIATELY writing to the stuff. I've gone from "hey,
maybe we'll come up with something" to "HOLY SHIT, you're IN the show.
You're doing the cuts live and maybe 2 songs, can we put something down over
this beat, damn, rewind that, I've got this that and the third in mind for
this little.."
And so on and so forth, we're up till 4 in the morning just doing the music
thing, trying out ideas. before I leave, I write out a quick battle verse
for them to get a taste of what I might bring to the table, they deem it
dope as hell, and I get Andrew's number for further clarification on the
show info. He gives me their de-facto leader of the group/promoter's number
to reach him at.
I call this guy tonight.
His name is Jimbo.
The first thing Jimbo does is tell me he has no idea how to use all the
equipment he has. He says he's real good at BUYING it, but don't know how to
use none of it.
"you're good at that computer shit, right?"
"yeah."
"So, like, how do I get my shit onto my computer? I got like, CD burner, all
that shit man, how do I do it?"
"Well, you got the burner hooked up to your equipment?"
"Yeah man"
"So just burn your shit onto a CD and then just rip em to mp3 and stick em
on your computer."
"See, fuck all that, you gotta like, come over and do this shit for me."
Okay, so why the FUCK is this guy asking me questions if, the second I
answer, he utterly ignores it and just tells me to come over and do it for
him? Already I'm iffy. Plus the entire vibe he's giving is that *I'm* the
starstruck rookie who's chomping at the bit to be down with his crew or
something. I thought I was helping THEM out, but I guess this dude has been
led to believe I was tugging at their shirttail or something to be down with
the legendary Triple F productions crew. Because right after he tells me
that he doesn't even know how to work his equipment, he criticizes my song
structure on the beats:
"Yo, I dunno, I heard your little demo or whatever that you gave us."
"Oh, nah, that wasn't a demo or nothin, I had--"
"Yeah, I aint trying to dis, but man, it's like, the way you set up the
songs, the verses?"
"Yeah, I set it up 24 bar verse, 8 bar chorus, three verses, outro, but that
can be chopped down and changed real easy to--"
"Yeah, we don't do that, yunno? 16-8-16 that's how we get down in our camp,
point blank, yo, we don't play that 24 shit, I aint tryin to dis, but you
wanna do some shit, you gotta fix that shit up. So, what, you doin songs
with us or somethin?"
"Well, what your boys told me was that I was supplying maybe 2 beats for
them to bust over, and I was supposed to--"
"You got a verse?"
"...yeah.."
"Yeah yeah, good man, you can maybe get on near the end, I'm not trying to
have a bunch of guest MC's or nothin but yunno, I'm like writing songs right
now, you heard my new shit?'
I don't even know who the fuck you are, Jimbo.
"nah, I ain't heard any of your ne--"
"OOOH. yo, it's quality son, quality"
"So, like I was sayin, I was supposed to basically collab and help out with
set list and shit, and I was supposed to provide live cuts and such during
the set."
"Oh, yeah, well, yunno, I dont' know if we're doing that this time out,
because it like, crowded up the stage, yunno? We need more room on the
stage, so we might cut out a DJ."
Swing and a miss.
"Well, basically, we were mostly just kinda vibing that night, I was just
calling to get more of the details such about the show and--"
"Well, I'm gonna tell you right off, don't be expecting too much money,
yunno. Last show, people were getting pissed, it was my first time promoting
AND performing, and yunno, I gave em 20 bucks and they got a little angry,
yunno. Shit, I wasn't even GONNA pay em at first.."
This is where I should have hung the fuck up.
"So, the details."
"It starts at 7. it's at the paris theater. It's 7 bucks a ticket, and if
you want to sell a ticket, you gotta have em call THIS number, it's the
ticket information hotline, here, write this down, don't fuck this up, it's
very important."
he then gives me the number of the cell phone I'm talking to him on.
"So, I'm like, busy all this week, but I got this weekend off and, yo,
actually, we're doing a song or two at this bar out this way, to promote the
show in December, you think you can come up with a song between now and
Saturday? You think we can hook up between now and then and get something
set, hook up, do some shit? You got a verse?"
"...yeah.."
"Cool, 16 bars, remember? Cool cool, man, hit me up tomorrow, we'll work
this shit out, and remember, call that number for when people want tickets,
I'll get at you."
So now this guy is charging people 7 bucks a ticket--that's standard going
rate for an ESTABLISHED local band/group--for a 7 o'clock show on one of the
last saturdays before Christmas, featuring his group, which has only done
ONE show prior, that didn't even go off well, that is axing it's DJ spot
because they need stage space, under the orders of a guy promoting AND
producing the group who confided to me he wasn't even planning on PAYING the
rest of his crew their share of the profits, who on top of that, doesn't
even know how to use his own equipment and is expecting me to not only get
down on my knees and take a load in the mouth because he's offering a spot
in his show, but do it for nothing and have a completed club banger in the
space of three days.
This isn't typical, is it?
Needless to say, I'm leaning towards "Go Fuck Yourself, I'm going to my
roomates Christmas party instead." but I figure I should throw this out
there to you guys and see what you say about it. My roomate has weighed in
with "Tell him to give you a flat fee of 100 for use of beats and DJ'ing
during the show as well as organizing set list, or he can kiss your ass"
which sounds promising, but I just get the feeling this wanna be Cash Money
motherfucker is simply way in over his head and has gassed himself to the
point he actually thinks he's some kind of high-minded entrepreneur or some
shit, and he's bound to fuck this up simply because he then wouldn't be in
total control of every aspect of the show. Which is drama I don't need.
So, weigh in, RMHH.
Fatboy
Josh Scott
everybody away and after just act like you own them bitches...
--
Josh Scott
sco
tim schnetgoeke
>I think you should just put down the dopest and hardest shit you got, blow
>everybody away and after just act like you own them bitches...
damn right. check your options. if you _really_ want to perform just
forget about the loot. otherwise quote them a price and that's it.
as soon as you get involved in any nightlife activities you just have
to be prepared to meet your share of shady people: promoters, club
owners,... don't even expect the promoter to promote the show. make
sure to get all your friends and your friends' friends to show up.
spread the word.
peace.
tim
dave paget
that his 'do nothing but get SOMETHING done' attitude has got them
convinced he's the guy to know. I've spoken to people before who have
been all about "we could make money" <--- what?, i've chatted to a guy
where i've said "I rhyme, you rhyme, I have amazing samples, but can't
make beats, shall we hook up, make a beat together and then share it"
even though I know i'm years better than the guy lyrics/flow/cadence
etc... and I get "yeah, uh, you make the beat, let me know, and i'll drop
some rhymes for it, but I get to use it how i want right?"
Play along with the guy - your stuck in the damn situation where your
unable to tell him to stop lying go jump just incase it happens and you
miss out - it's playing on your desires...... hate that crap.
Let us all know how it goes
Dave
Fatboy Roberts wrote:
> So, I talked
dave paget
that you can drop if you feel like it... unsettle the guy, just do it live.
hehe
endus
<dave....@sunderland.ac.uk> wrote:
>The guy is in total control of everything 'cos he's convinced the guys
>that his 'do nothing but get SOMETHING done' attitude has got them
>convinced he's the guy to know.
That's what I was thinking too.
This dude is def shady, that shit about him not being able to work the
equipment is kind of ridiculous. Sounds to me like the guy is doing
this 100% for the green...and that's the kind of dude who will fuck
you over if he thinks he's not getting enough out of it. But the
decision comes down to whether you want to get on stage or not. If you
want to perform bad enough then deal with him, if not then fuck it. I
mean, depending on your attitude, getting into the show might be
enough payment by itself to deal with the bullshit, but maybe not. I
think the flat fee idea is good. If I were you I would try to get
EVERYONE in a room together and figure out EXACTLY what you want to do
together before you put a lot of time into it.
One thing I'd be willing to bet, though, is that this isn't going to
go as planned. He's going to pull something, it's just a question of
what.
~~ e ~~ n ~~ d ~~ u ~~ s ~~ d ~~ o ~~ t ~~ c ~~ o ~~ m ~~
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some
kind of high powered mutant never even considered
for mass production. Too weird to live, and too
rare to die. -Hunter S. Thomson
Noixe, the other Adrock
uh, person, he won't really do a damn thing. (why are there so many
fucking idiots in charge of promotion for rap shows?) if you pack the
house and then rock the fuckin place, that's clout right there.
I wouldn't sweat getting paid until heads are asking for you anyways.
on another note, if these kids are dope and their leader is giving
them the long shaft on the steady they need to get out this situation.
nahmean?
I'd write more, but laundry calls and my draws are stank.
Michael Fthenos
"Fatboy Roberts" <fatboy_...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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>> So we go out Saturday night--out to one of the bars in the area. Not what
I
> was expecting. Josh, Andrew, and a couple of cats from their crew all show
> up and take a seat. It's guys night, rum n cokes are fifty cents, get two
at
> a time. So they're downin shit--and chubby chasin. I mean, it's not like
> there weren't any decent looking dimes in the place, because there were, I
> struck up a conversation with one halfway through--but these guys were
> solely going after the size 22's. I figured the drinks were just that
strong
> or something. I'm starting to get that shady feel, but to write these cats
> off just because they enjoy the triple XL cushion for the pushin seems a
> mite bit superficial. Like I care who they slide up in, it's not like
> they're going to be making the records while they're simultaneously hip
deep
> in the dimples and folds, yunno?
>
Just wanted to interject here.
This was a very bad sign indeed. ;)
> I call this guy tonight.
>
> His name is Jimbo.
>
First alarm bell ringing.
> The first thing Jimbo does is tell me he has no idea how to use all the
> equipment he has. He says he's real good at BUYING it, but don't know how
to
> use none of it.
>
> "you're good at that computer shit, right?"
>
> "yeah."
>
> "So, like, how do I get my shit onto my computer? I got like, CD burner,
all
> that shit man, how do I do it?"
>
> "Well, you got the burner hooked up to your equipment?"
>
> "Yeah man"
>
> "So just burn your shit onto a CD and then just rip em to mp3 and stick em
> on your computer."
>
> "See, fuck all that, you gotta like, come over and do this shit for me."
>
Umm, serious? He's 'good at buying it'? Fuck, with those sorts of
qualifications, I could be the president/CEO of their crew.
> Okay, so why the FUCK is this guy asking me questions if, the second I
> answer, he utterly ignores it and just tells me to come over and do it for
> him? Already I'm iffy. Plus the entire vibe he's giving is that *I'm* the
> starstruck rookie who's chomping at the bit to be down with his crew or
> something. I thought I was helping THEM out, but I guess this dude has
been
> led to believe I was tugging at their shirttail or something to be down
with
> the legendary Triple F productions crew. Because right after he tells me
> that he doesn't even know how to work his equipment, he criticizes my song
> structure on the beats:
>
> "Yo, I dunno, I heard your little demo or whatever that you gave us."
>
> "Oh, nah, that wasn't a demo or nothin, I had--"
>
> "Yeah, I aint trying to dis, but man, it's like, the way you set up the
> songs, the verses?"
>
> "Yeah, I set it up 24 bar verse, 8 bar chorus, three verses, outro, but
that
> can be chopped down and changed real easy to--"
>
> "Yeah, we don't do that, yunno? 16-8-16 that's how we get down in our
camp,
> point blank, yo, we don't play that 24 shit, I aint tryin to dis, but you
> wanna do some shit, you gotta fix that shit up. So, what, you doin songs
> with us or somethin?"
>
Yeah, well you do got fucked up song structure Fatboy. ;)
> "Oh, yeah, well, yunno, I dont' know if we're doing that this time out,
> because it like, crowded up the stage, yunno? We need more room on the
> stage, so we might cut out a DJ."
>
> Swing and a miss.
>
Not only swing and miss...but a massive 15 car pileup. Right there, you know
there's issues. One side of the crew says one thing, the other says
something else. And that something else is shitty- a hip hop show with no
DJ?
> "Well, basically, we were mostly just kinda vibing that night, I was just
> calling to get more of the details such about the show and--"
>
> "Well, I'm gonna tell you right off, don't be expecting too much money,
> yunno. Last show, people were getting pissed, it was my first time
promoting
> AND performing, and yunno, I gave em 20 bucks and they got a little angry,
> yunno. Shit, I wasn't even GONNA pay em at first.."
>
> This is where I should have hung the fuck up.
So true. I haven't even heard his voice, but just by reading this, I have a
picture of quite the asshole in my head...like someone who thinks he's doing
you a favor while he pockets all the acclaim and cash.
> This isn't typical, is it?
>
No it isn't. Well, it's typical of someone who thinks he's bigger than he
is.
> Needless to say, I'm leaning towards "Go Fuck Yourself, I'm going to my
> roomates Christmas party instead." but I figure I should throw this out
> there to you guys and see what you say about it. My roomate has weighed in
> with "Tell him to give you a flat fee of 100 for use of beats and DJ'ing
> during the show as well as organizing set list, or he can kiss your ass"
> which sounds promising, but I just get the feeling this wanna be Cash
Money
> motherfucker is simply way in over his head and has gassed himself to the
> point he actually thinks he's some kind of high-minded entrepreneur or
some
> shit, and he's bound to fuck this up simply because he then wouldn't be in
> total control of every aspect of the show. Which is drama I don't need.
>
> So, weigh in, RMHH.
Go to the meeting with your beats and verse. Before you give them anything,
straight up ask for a set price for what you're doing for them. If they balk
at any time, don't do it. I'm assuming the cash is something you're looking
at as important here btw. But it's not even a CASH issue...it's more of a
'are they doing this in a proper business way' issue. If they're serious,
they'll do it. I'd even go so far as asking for a contract or an advance,
because this Jimbo fucker sounds shady.
Of course, it's all irrelevant if you just wanna get down and get your name
out there...free show or paid.
MF
Michael Fthenos
"Noixe, the other Adrock" <noi...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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> timmy tim tim's got a point...if he's as shitty a promoter as he is a,
> uh, person, he won't really do a damn thing. (why are there so many
> fucking idiots in charge of promotion for rap shows?) if you pack the
> house and then rock the fuckin place, that's clout right there.
>
> I wouldn't sweat getting paid until heads are asking for you anyways.
>
> on another note, if these kids are dope and their leader is giving
> them the long shaft on the steady they need to get out this situation.
> nahmean?
Fatboy Roberts.....
Promoter.
Scary.
MF
Michael Fthenos
"endus" <do...@email.invalid> wrote in message
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> One thing I'd be willing to bet, though, is that this isn't going to
> go as planned. He's going to pull something, it's just a question of
> what.
I concur.
3-1 odds on Fatboy getting molested by Jimbo backstage.
I put down 20 bucks.
MF
NyceStylez
massive snippage
> So, weigh in, RMHH.
> Fatboy
Peh, I wouldn't even want my name anywhere near a suspect show like
that. I wouldn't let them use my beats or anything, especially if I'm
not going to be there. The guy's trying to change your rhyming style
to fit with some group rule? He may change your beats as well, make
them crap and stick your name on them.
Bad mojo all around.
NyceStylez
:::survey says - X:::
locdogjr
before you just give them a beat.
as far as performing, like everyone has said, if you have been itching to
get one stage then do it, if not, fuck it, sell em a beat for $50 or
something and not bother performing
--
Peace,
Locdogjr
"I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected
How many dead folks this art resurrected
How many nations this culture connected
Who am I to judge one's perspective?"
Common
"Fatboy Roberts" <fatboy_...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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---Pete---
Answer these questions:
1) Do you want to do the show?
2) Do you want these guys on your beats?
3) Do you think that you could do business with Jimbo?
4) Could you do with the money they should give you?
If you answer more than 2 of these 'no' then fuck it off - you don't need
it. I personally would price yourself out of the running. Tell them you wont
do nothing with them unless the mean green makes an appearance. Tell them
this is the standard way you do business:
For the beat, make sure it's one you don't mind them having and tell them
it's $100 cash upfront plus points. If they release it then you want 5% of
profit from the sales of the record.
If they want you to also emcee on the track, charge them a guest appearance
fee, plus a further couple hundred dollars, more points and a further 5% of
profit from sales of the record.
State that you'll own the beat and they will own the vocals as you reserve
the right to sell the beat again to someone else if you see fit.
Tell them if they want you to DJ the show, they have to pay you again. If
they want you to rush the beat for them to perform, then they have to give
you some incentive.
This business talk should have them show their true colours. Take it from
there and follow your instincts.
---Pete---
Aztec
excuses of why they can't pay you enough. I bet he's a drug dealer too...
most small town promoters are...they are only used to getting big
profits/high returns and not having to divvy it up.
Here's what you do. Call up the spot where this is supposed to take
place and let them know you're a promoter and are interested in renting
the spot...give them a fake name if you don't want ol boy to trace this
back to you. Get a quote on how much it is to rent the spot for a night.
See if you have to pay for their security (usually a tie-in) or if you
can get your own. See if they split the door with you or just take the
bar. Theirs usually different ways to go about it. You take all the door
and they get all the liquor sales or you split the door and they get all
the liquor etc. Basically, figure out what this guy's paying for the
spot. FInd out their capacity. Then figure out how much you can make it
it's only half full...figure out what his profit is likely to be at $7 a
ticket.
And you can break down his costs and figure out how much he can properly
pay you.
It sounds like he wants YOU and the groups to be doing FREE promotion
too. He needs to get proper street teaming to flyer up the spot...not
the talent. Put it like this...your gonna do the street promoting, the
beatmaking, and the performing for little to nothing while he clutches
the guest list and the money. FUCK THAT!
Plus this guy wants to perform too? HAH what a fuckin' idiot. He needs
to be a fulltime promoter if he wants the gig to be
successful...especially on the nite of the show. How the fuck is he
gonna be in charge of the venue when he's also trying to be performing
onstage....funny.
As for hooking up the pc... DON'T DO IT for free. He's coming at you as
a pro so strike back as a pro. Tell him you'll charge him a consultation
fee and then explain that you are NOT tech support. Mosts cats who you
hook up with progs or setting up their studios will call you back with
tons of questions thinking you should be FREE tech support. READ THE
FUCKIN MANUAL!
ALSO, if he does offer payment for the show...DEMAND at least 1/2 before
you perform.
He probably ain't gonna go for all that, but at least you now know how
much profit he's likely to gain as well as how much the venue is.
BAM...now you have an estimate of how much you can realistically bank if
YOU do your own gig in your town and be the promoter. PAY your people
tho.
pce-out,
dave paget
The Original High-C
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> timmy tim tim's got a point...if he's as shitty a promoter as he is a,
> uh, person, he won't really do a damn thing. (why are there so many
> fucking idiots in charge of promotion for rap shows?) if you pack the
> house and then rock the fuckin place, that's clout right there.
>
> I wouldn't sweat getting paid until heads are asking for you anyways.
>
> on another note, if these kids are dope and their leader is giving
> them the long shaft on the steady they need to get out this situation.
> nahmean?
>
> I'd write more, but laundry calls and my draws are stank.
>
Ya'll really need to hear McEnroe's/Parklike Settings's "Public
Speaking" track about being a hip-hop promoter...
>> damn right. check your options. if you _really_ want to perform just
>> forget about the loot. otherwise quote them a price and that's it.
>> as soon as you get involved in any nightlife activities you just have
>> to be prepared to meet your share of shady people: promoters, club
>> owners,... don't even expect the promoter to promote the show. make
>> sure to get all your friends and your friends' friends to show up.
>> spread the word.
>>
>> peace.
>> tim
>
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Fatboy Roberts
back. Fuck him, he can twist in the wind, I'm going to tell his boy and my
friend from way back how the convo went down if I talk to him between now
and then, but other than that, persona non grata.
Besides, turns out that Mayhem's show got scheduled for the 19th, and being
as I'm the DJ, he's the Rapper, fuck wasting time and energy putting
together songs and a set for some egotistical small timer with delusions of
grandeur, screwing over his homeboys and stacking money for his fake-plat
pendant he has his eye on, fake media-mogul motherfucker. I KNOW I'm not
going to get paid to be onstage with May, but it's never been about money
with May. Fuck, he aint getting paid either, I'd be surprised if he comes up
even. But the shit is FUN when we're onstage and that's why I fuck around
with this shit anyway.
So that's how it got handled. I'm not doing their show, and it turns out I'm
doing MY OWN show anyway.
Fuckin Suckers.
Fatboy
The Original High-C
Can I have your autograph?
Fatboy Roberts
> Can I have your autograph?
>
Eat shit and die, you nuthugging pathetic midlife redneck
Fatboy
locdogjr
--
Peace,
Locdogjr
"I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected
How many dead folks this art resurrected
How many nations this culture connected
Who am I to judge one's perspective?"
Common
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The Original High-C
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> bahha
>
And other sheep sounds.
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locdogjr
like a dumb ass. Now come back with a no substence bullshit response and
pretend like its funny.
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Peace,
Locdogjr
"I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected
How many dead folks this art resurrected
How many nations this culture connected
Who am I to judge one's perspective?"
Common
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The Original High-C
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> well that was actually me laughing at how fatboy CONSTANTLY makes you
> look like a dumb ass. Now come back with a no substence bullshit
> response and pretend like its funny.
>
Fatboy can never, in a million years, make me look like a dumbass. All he
can do is elicit a few guffaws from his jockers.
locdogjr
because I think fatboy makes you look dumb then I am a jocker?
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Peace,
Locdogjr
"I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected
How many dead folks this art resurrected
How many nations this culture connected
Who am I to judge one's perspective?"
Common
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