The 'Ole College Try.....Close, But Nuff Cigars....

In the spirit of contemporary Boston Rap, we attempted to provide entertainment at a basement party function last night. Key word; Attempted. Few months ago we attended one of these current forms of congregating outside of a club scope shin digs in which fams Moe Pope & Rain caught wreck with those responsible most often [for these type of parties] IE; Defcon (Taj), Outwrite, etc... After a day of browsing Harvard Ave's finest in sneaker spots, enjoying Esh's tasty chicken tacos, & a whole lotta California's finest of greenery we were hoping to end our Saturday with the opportunity to rock rhymes Beat Street style in the depths of some one's basement. 75 - 100 people in attendance later, we waited patiently ingesting mass amounts of tree and brew ha awaiting our turn to step up to the soap box. A 2 piece band (drummer and guitarist) riffed for like an hour and a half! It's now 1:30AM, in the perfect mind state to perform great, Boston's finest shows, deads the party, and we join the parade of people retreating to their vehicles on some evacuation sh!t.... Good time? Yes. The kind of good time that ends similar to the penguin blow job joke's punchline. Almost don't count, but count us in the next time sh!t like this yumps off.... Ha... We saw this in a rummage box full of old ass tapes outside a dusty music store & found extreme humor in our discovery for some reason... I think the cats who threw the party were vegetarians... Sharpen them skills, smokers... Damn Chuck. Everbody cool came out.... The Arcitype (doin' BIGGER things than YOU!), DIM, Jeremy (Sully), and the f*ckin herd of youngins seeking music outside the standard scope of musical presentation (who all hold position in the upholding of tradition in the context of Boston underground rap. Key word being underground.)

Quick like I hadda skate cause it was incredibly late....

Yeah. I know....