The Back Nine....

Heh...
I guess I've gotten to that lovely place where I have to basically yellow page a DJ....
Or should I feel blessed that I can basically APB my need for someone who can digitally select my set list so I can bust rhymes in front of people....
At the reference of the Rhyme Culture cats I got connected to new kid on the block DJ Tone....
I hadn't had the opportunity to meet with homeboy until he parked his whip in my driveway, loaded up my car, & embarked upon our 3 hour [tour] voyage....
We chopped it up about typical small talk polly for a few and when we got within our destination's doorstep, decided we should probably go over some sh!t....
He also isn't a big fan of "smoke", but being the annoyingly accommodating a*sh*le I be's, included in his Labeless welcome package (pause) was a mask I had gotten from the warehouse at my nine to fever....

Then we got to the spot we were to rock at....
Realised we passed right by it courtesy ala GPS on 1st pass because we didn't believe we'd be performing at a golf club....And you know what? We were performing at a f*ckin' golf club[house].....

Fence walls. Art. Pro Shop. Hip Hop. Yep.

Chris Blize aka DJ AlBums stunt double...

ApeSh!t.... This Super Bowl MC Battle Champ can do his thing kinda hard yo (pause)... Thoroughly enjoyed said set....

Two light skinned nigros lookin like two darker than normal light skinned nigros (On a staircase even!!!)

Pick Your Poison.

The DJ for the night (DJ Myth) was really, really f*ckin drunk and right after I rocked he asked when I was going to perform....

I can only accommodate so much, buddies.... (Gas station attendant voice)
Most muhph*ckas don't even attempt to do that much....

Pick Your Poison's DJ was real ill.
This cat MC Nobody Cares was kinda ill too. I know that name from somewhere yo....
New Hampshire. I'll call you.
Peace.