OK, I know I haven't exactly been the most punctual Brotha when it comes
to updating y'all on the Daily. But hey, A Neeya's gotta work, play and
R&R (rest and relax). See, New Orleans is like a grown up Disneyland
with the French Quarters as the Pirates Of The Carribean ride. Peep Game
on the descriptive tip- Imagine the one-way vibes of San Francisco with
the stench and attitudes of say, New York City, with drenched-humid
street-stories emanating off the concrete like tales from the Darkside
in the Ghetto- and that's New Orleans. Look, I ain't tryin' ta badmouth
the Murder Capital of AmeriKKKa but this place has some Really Stronge'
energy that leads to instant confusion if you let it get to you. I'm
talkin' emotional rescue ish for the faint of heart. This place will
suck you in like a toilet if you let it. Not to take anything away from
the people. Let me reiterate, MY PEOPLE!
|"Fare Thee Well Bourbon Street"
In the South of this great country of ours, there's a reason they call
it "Dirty". That's because there are two different worlds that exist
(Black & white) and always have since the days shortly after Napolean &
Tom Jefferson swapped land, bitches, and riches called the Louisiana
Purchase. That's as deep as it gets and BELIEVE ME, if you don't know,
now you know Nigga!
Now, what have me & Animal been up to the last three days? Cash Money
Millionaires treating us like long lost cousins at a Family Reunion.
Unlike your not-so-friendly neighbors at other Independent labels, these
guys are 100% accessible. They keep their shit on the DL, but at the
same time EVERYBODY from the kids on the street after school to the
Police dept. shows them Love anywhere & everywhere! That's my WORD!
First of all, after doing what we came to do, they took us out in TWO
stretch-Humvees. Have you ever even seen a stretch Hummer before? I
hadn't! Then we went to the House Of Blues N.O. for a double dose of
Cash Money Live that was absolutely OFF THE CHAIN! Or as they like to
say out here, DONKEY!! The whole flavor was unlike any other city I've
been to thus far. And the way people can just hang on the street out
here would surely cause the riot cops back in L.A. to come out with
ghetto birds and bullhorns, Fa Sho! See, there's a lotta Love for Cash
Money out here! Oh, I already said that.
Alright, the next day (yesterday) we finished our interviews and photo
shoots and came back to explore the Quarters. Animal wanted desperately
wanted to get his Gambling on. The Mississippi river is the place to go
for a riverboat excursion, but either we were too late, or just couldn't
find the energy to take a cab somewhere I never heard of before. Word,
this is my 3rd time in the N.O. and I know enough to know that a Dread
and Chinaman can't just run off into the woods blindfolded! So we
chilled in after walking down that stanky-ass-mule-shit-smellin' Bourbon
Street. Shit is disgusting. Tittie Bar after tourist trap after slurpee
hurricanes and mango pina coladas, after tittie bar after tourist trap
after bar after restaruant after tittie bar after live nude acts bar
after male impersonaters after... well you get it by now, don't ya?
Opulence in the midst of decadance. But like I said, I GOT MADD LOVE FOR
Them otha peckernecks can kiss my Blaq ass! They be givin' me some crazy
vibes like they think I'm gonna rob they ass in the middle of the lobby
in broad fucking daylight. They be trippin' on some petrified forest
shit. Naamean? Fuckin' Southern-shitkickin'-inbread-ingrates. Who the
fuck do they think they are? I'm sure they must think the same or worse
about my Black ass with long nappy hair. But when they look at me, I
look right back with a huge shit-eatin' grin on my face. As if to say,
"That's right muthafucker! I'm in the room right next to you and I'ma
blast my Rap music and MTV all nite long" What!!! And if they ain't
careful they wives, daughters, or whatever need to quit starin' at me
with tongues hangin' out. I've just about had all the jaw-dropping I can
take. It'll be good to get home.
Shouts out to Matix clothing, Fresh Jive clothes, Axion shoes & gear,
Osiris shoes & gear, Willie Esco clothing, and Wu Wear clothing. Y'all
looked out and we reciprocated in kind. And a big Fam-Bam shout to the
Cash Money Millionaires for making us feel like honored guests. Y'all
hooked it up liver than anyone thus far! Peace & see ya in L.A.
Where have I been the last few days? Recuperating from NY, that's where.
Let's see, Friday I was stuck at home, Saturday I was stuck at home and
Sunday I went to The San Fernando Valley with Loupy to do some
distribution. In case you didn't know, the SFV is the latest enclave of
Los Angeles that wants to seceed a la' Civil War stylee. Them flavorless
fooks out there on the "other side of the hill" don't want any parts of
the old conservative "Good Old Boys Club". They wanna do it themselves
on a self-governing mission.
|"Back on Track Again"
Anyhow, I'm coming in to you live from the Bayou. That's right! I's is
sitting here in the Hotel Royal Sonesta in the heart of the French
Quarters! New Orleans, Baby! I thought you knew!! Me & Animal are on
another weekly mission to bring all that's Hip Hop to you and yours. Can
U smell me? The cool thing is that this Hotel has all the amenities I
was complaining about in NYC last week. This is the Life, B! Can you
imagine going anywhere and everywhere Hip Hop lives to give the public
the exclusive light that only Kronick can bring? This is the stuff
dreams & C.R.E.A.M. are made of. We don't have the dough that comes with
it yet, but rest assured that we're well on our way.
I gotta admit tho, I've been backsliding on the transcriptions even
though I completed the Nas story. I gotta get some shit done while I'm
here otherwise shit will be late once again. Bump That! We ain't goin'
out like that! We ain't goin' out...
So as I sit and watch the latest installation of Road Rules as I
experience the Kronick Road Fools, it occurred to me that if I don't
have my MTV, I'm suffering from a serious bout of withdrawls. Word to
your Mom's, Dunn! I can't live without my MTV. Abe & Holly bonin' in
the Woody... Shit is sick, but I cannot resist the temptation to tune
So we got to New Orleans without the slightest glitch. Unless you count
the extra "may I touch your back & ankles" patdown in LAX for Chan. Why
they always swaetin' the Animal? They NEVER so much as lay a finger on
me. Guess it was those two blunts he knocked over in the "incidentals
tray" they use to empty your pockets of pagers, misc. metal objects,
spare change, etc. They even asked Dunn, "So where are you going today?"
Jeeze!!! But Yo, the French Quarters are NICE, Kid! We's about ta go out
and explore. Don't worry, we'll take lots o' pics. P's gettin' kinda
hungry anyway. Airplane food SUCKS!