I Got So Much Shit On My Mind

It's been a minute. Damn near a year since I took time to contribute to this blog. My fault, but a man's been busy. Busy as hell. So what has happen from the last time I wrote? Shit, really nothing, I've just been lazy as hell. No motivation to do anything that has had to do with writing.



The motivation above, I'm always down for. But anyways, on some real shit, a brother has been busy. Me and my boy Lex still keep in touch and everybody's favorite show, "The Durty Truth" is coming back in a few weeks. Yep, we're back! Well not we're. Me and maybe a few old faces and a few new faces. And guess who's hosting that bitch? Yeah, yeah, I been promoted to full time host. A special wink to you bitches who thought you'd never hear from me again. I'm also in the process of trying to finally get my hip hop show off the ground and help Lex getting his sports show back off the ground. I got a few people who are interested in working with me and when I finally get some down time, it's on. So what put that pep back in in my step? Well, friends and just tired of sitting on something. I then had so many people in my life who then said I'm wasting my talent by not doing something with myself in this nature. Also, while hanging out with a few partners of mines a few weeks ago, this little youngster made me feel big headed. Said I had something called "swagger." I hate that term. So with a combination of that, shit on my mind and people to entertain, it's on a popping, son!

So the Durty Truth is back? Yep. After all the confusion with the last show, people would wonder why I would even be involved with it. One thing with me is I know how to let shit go. Plus, nobody besides Lex knew me personally. So that bull shit all them niggas said when I WASN"T ON THE SHOW don't mean a can of shit to me. When it comes to Lex, I'm loyal. And we see what happen when I wasn't on the show. And for the bitch who took my words out of context from something I wrote when I left about being better than some people, run tell that. Can you believe some of the people from the last show took an hour to talk about me? I got so much shit on my mind. But on the real, I got nothing but love for all of them, even the callers. (Sup Sassy, Midnight, and Bud) And I'm not going to lie, the new cast has some big boots to fill. But I got faith. The same faith Lex had when he put the first five strangers together. I'm not trying to rush this process and anybody who knows me will tell you that, yeah, I may come off fucked up sometimes, but when it comes to business that I am a part of, I'm all business. No ratchetness here. Lex then fucked up by putting me in control. Haha.

Now lets talk about my personal life for a minute. For those who don't know, I'm thirty three and am not the same guy I was say ten years ago. Back then, it was about three things that motivated me, money,  partying, and new pussy. My fault for being so vulgar, but hey, that's real talk. Me and my boy Derek was in D.C. so much, we should have got a place out there. But gas was cheap as hell and it wasn't a problem driving out there. Oh yeah, I recently got a Prius, so gas still ain't kicking my ass. That might be a hint to start partying all over again. After my dad died and I had kids, I slowed down a lot. But recently, I been getting back out there and meeting new people as well as run into a couple of old faces. Been hitting the clubs lately and like I said up above, this little twenty-one year old gased my head. Nothing sexual because I wasn't looking for nothing like that, but to know that I still got some pep in my step was enough to let me know that I need to stop with that "I'm old" shit. Now I will say those nights of clubbing hard did weigh on my legs. When I was 23, I was skinny as hell and had to weigh about 165 if that. Now that I'm 225, my legs ain't in the same condition. Basically, that's telling me to get my out of shape ass fit. And once I do? Oh boy, trouble. And trouble is coming back to the radio in two weeks. Be sure to check us out, show support to me and the entire show. Because I really ain't going nowhere. I really feel like I'm just getting started. It's just a reboot. Jump on now and not later because everybody knows I hate a dick rider unless you're a female. Shout out to T. Fox, Lex Luther,  WH Prose, S. McDowell, them Clubbs Brothers and anybody who has been down with me for the past 15+ years. Let's get money.

Anybody interested in the hip hop show or Sports radio show, get at me through Facebook or however possible. Peace.

PS: Happy mother's day, ladies.

That Dope!

“Crack is wack.” That’s what Whitney Houston said. But as I have seen, some crack heads have recovered from their addiction while others are still struggling from it. Here is my top ten crack heads. Some have recovered while relapsing and others are still on that shit.

10. Ray Charles

The movie alone told you home boy didn't give a shit. Maybe he couldn't see what he was snorting. (I know I'm wrong) "You got the right one, baby" all right. But rest in peace.

9. Rick James

I know you remember hearing about Rick tying some broad up and beating the shit out of her. Also, you may remember hearing how he made the woman smoke crack all day. And you think when he wrote "Party All the Time", he really was talking bout dancing and shit?

8. Michael Irvin

In 2005, Michael Irvin was on his way to a furniture store. As he was pulled over, the police officers found a crack pipe in his car. When was the last time you just happen to have a crac pipe laying around in your car?

7. Robert Downey, Jr.

In the 90's and early 2000's, if you listened to the news, this mug was getting arrested over and over for getting busted with dope. But he did eventually turn himself around and started making big movies.

6. DMX

For real, do I need to even explain anything for this dude? When he first came out as an rapper, he sounded like he was on crack. Look at his mannerism. He has crack head tendencies. How do I know crack head tendencies? Aww, I think every family has at least one crack head in it.

5. Richard Pryor

Richard himself would tell you in some of his jokes that he was on that dope. Did you watch "JoJo Dancer, Your Life is Calling?" Watch this clip and you tell me.

4. Charlie Sheen

This year, you couldn't go a week without hearing about this dude. I mean, c'mon now. In the 80's and 90's, this dude was getting arrested week after week for being doped up. This dude even said crack is okay if you can manage it socially. True words from a crack head.

3. Marion Berry

In 1990, the FBI bust Marion Barion in a hotel for crack while he was "Partying" with some hookers. Not only was he arrested and spent time in jail, but this mother fucker was reelected as mayor of DC. And y'all wonder why there are so many crack heads in DC and the roads are fucked up.

2. Whitney Houston

Whitney, Whitney, Whitney. Now I could have linked Bobby Brown to this post, but in my eyes, I don't think he was bigger than any of the previous 8 I named. Now Whitney was the shit in the 80's and 90's. And then she married Bobby Brown. Now I always thought Whitney had that ghetto mentality to begin with. I mean, she is from Newark and Newark ain't no easy place to grow up. But every since she hit the pipe, it's been nothing but a downfall. Too many examples to pin point. Even though she said crack was wack, bitch please.

1. Oprah Winfrey

Now if this bitch can do crack and be one of the wealthiest people in the world, some one pass me a crack pipe. Oprah was straight hood with her shit. Made her own crack and was free basing. That's what I'm talking about, Oprah.

So for all you crack heads reading this, you can make it if Oprah can. What the hell am I talking about if you are reading this. All the electronics have already been sold for that rock. But readers, if I am missing anybody, let me know. Or if you think my rankings are a little messed up, let me know. Peace.

It's Been a Long Time, I Shouldn't Have Left You...

I know, I know it's been a minute since I wrote an actually blog, but hey, HE'S BACK!!! And I make a promise to take this more serious. Plus, I been inspired by an ex-coworker who I see updating his blog every week.
http://erickochliving.blogspot.com/
So where have I been? What's up with the Durty Truth? This has been a few questions that I get from time to time when I do sign on to messenger. Let me answer the first question first because that second one might be a little lengthy.
So where have I been?
Chilling.
Relaxing.
Focusing.
Restarting.
Dealing with school. (Maintaining this 3.75 GPA is kinda tough.)
Being daddy.
Working (Still waiting on this got damn government job.)
I know these are not excuses for not writing and keeping everybody in-tuned with my comical life and the bull shit that comes along with it, but hey. After the talk show bull shit, I had to refocus. I got things up my sleeves, but with these wack ass hours, I gotta wait until I get a regular ass schedule again.

So what exactly happen with the Durty Truth? Why aren't you on there anymore. First off, shout out to Mr. Lex. Been my ace boom coon for the past 13 years, way before the show. That's been my brother for years and the only person from the panel who I have talked to on a weekly basis. And when we rap, we rap about life, not the Durty Truth. Because when I said I was done with the show, I was DONE! And I meant that to the fullest. So where did it go wrong? People would say on New Years, but it was actually before that. I always felt the show was getting out of hand. But I was loyal to Lex because he gave me the opportunity to be on HIS show. I knew with me, we could bring some laughter to the people who listened. But with the show, it was getting out of hand for me. We didn't have topics, we weren't promoting (Myself included), and the show just sounded like niggas talking. So then New Years came. And mutha fuckas thought I was suppose to act ignorant in a damn restaurant and in public. People think I was suppose to be like Hulk Hogan all day, wrestling people 24/7. Let me say this. The shit that comes out of my mouth isn't an act or staged. When you take me there, you get what you get. But I was raised a certain way and if you listened to some of the shows, people had it in their mind that I thought I was better than them. Well in actually reality, I am. Why? Because you people had the nerve to question me on that. Not one time did I say I was better than anybody.
Was I better comedian?
Yes.
Was I good at hosting?
Yes.
Was I good at letting callers get their words out, then booting them the fuck off the phone?
Yes.
Was I the star of the show?
Hmmmm.
Is the show better without me?
You tell me.

So on my very last show, when we had Mike #2, I was just being me. But certain people thought I was sabotaging ol' boy. Anybody who knows me personally knows everything was all in jokes with me. If you listened to the show, you heard me saying over and over again, "I'm just playing." People actually thought I was on Facebook and telling people to call in and dog homeboy. Hello, people was already on that piece saying they didn't like him. But that's not here or there. When I was muted for about twenty minutes, people was on the show saying I felt some type of way and was nervous about homeboy taking my spot. Seriously, I didn't personally care who took my spot because there is only one Mike. So listening to that shit made me realize that niggas on the show was fake as fuck. Then I heard the show the week after and heard that I should be happy Lex was giving me my own show because one of the other panel members was more popular than me. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? Lets be honest. 3/4 of the people who called in knew the other panel members personally. So if anybody who called in became cool with me, that was a friendship earned, not on some "I know this person" shit. But it's cool. It's cool because I was already done with the show. I was going to do the Sunday gig, but I honestly did not want to start all over with new people. Even though some of the people on the show felt how they felt about me, I didn't know any of the people on the show on a personal level besides Lex. Plus, if I was going to do the show, I needed it to be perfect. I didn't want it to be rushed or forced. I'm not saying that it won't come down the line, but if it happens, its going to be the shit, fool. Trust me.
I took down all the Durty Truth stuff and vacated myself from the page because if I'm not on the show, why give a fuck about what the show is doing? Plus, it was Lex's show. He let that shit be known. Haha. Me and him still laugh at that shit. There has been a few people who called in to the show who have kept in touch with me and it's mad love. And I honestly wish nothing but the best for the show. Who knows, I might come back if it was meant to be. But for now, Turner is rolling dolo. Whatever I do when it comes to entertainment, Lex knows he is a part of it. My fav five don't have to worry about shit. (TFOX, Mr. Lex, L-Boogie, Simmons, & D Clubbs.) One of these people don't know that is about to be four because I don't do the friendship shit on a temporary basis. So with that being said, it's time to get restarted.
Let's go!

The 2.5 Million Dollar Question

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/durtytruth/2011/02/24/the-durty-truth-show

So the other night on the radio show (Shout out Durty Truth), I made a comment on how I wouldn't kiss a man for 2.5 million dollars. 2.5? Hell no! Not any amount of money. None at all. I posted a thread on Facebook and people ran with it. I will say the women on their WILL kiss another woman for that amount. Let me say this. There is a big difference and I mean a BIG ASS DIFFERENCE between a woman's lip and a man's. From what I know from kissing women, they have soft lips. Now I don't know how kissing a man is, but I'm pretty sure we have rougher skin than women. And I then said time after time after time, if you kiss a man for money, then you are gay. However you want to look at it. If you do anything that you would with another man that you would with a woman, you are gay, no matter how you look at it. Now I understand it may look sexy for two women to kiss, but still, you are a lesbian whoever you look at it. There is no such thing as kissing the same sex and claiming you are 100% straight. And trust me, I don't knock your hustle, but don't get mad at me because I don't swing that way. I love pussy and I then said that on a number of times on the show and in real life. I said before that I don't like telling secrets to a man because that means my mouth is too close to his neck. I said the only person who is allowed to touch my head besides my son's is my damn barber. Ain't no man on man action coming from these parts. And no, it has nothing to do with being a homophobe. That just ain't me in my personal life or "For 2.5 Million dollar, would you" life. Sorry, I ain't even kissing another nigga on his cheek. Get the fuck out of here! And for you actors, say what you want, but that ain't no acting kissing the same sex. That shit has had to be done before. Talking about, "Cut, we need to do that scene again."

Mike Turner 2.1

So it's a new year and all ready, it's a 50/50 good/bad ratio. Things on the home front are going great, but then there's the "Entertainment" side. Can I first say that I am me 24/7, but you have to bring it to me to get a certain reaction? Now I do not know how many people follow me here or on the Durty Truth. Well let me say I do not know what's going on with the show right about now. After last weeks show, you would think I would say fuck the show, but it is what it is. I take nothing personal and there was a Mike Turner before that shit, I mean show, came about. From the feedback, people were pissed that the show has been canceled or put on hiatus for Wednesday. But before the show, Mike Turner had a life. Mike Turner was writing rhymes and going to school for trying to actually get his name out there somehow and someway. The Durty Truth was an opening, letting me get a taste of how it feels to see how that lifestyle might be. But it seems like on New Years Eve, people didn't get the entertainment they wanted.
LOOK, I AM SORRY FOR NOT ARGUING AND BEING LOUD!!!!!! GET THE FUCK OVER IT!
But do you think when Hulk Hogan gets out the ring, he is wrestling 24/7? Hello, I do have a calm side. And I'm not going to address people directly. But me and Lex will be cool until I die. And I feel like that with the other people on the show as well. I don't take anything personal besides my kids and maybe one other thing. But if my quote, quote friends do not back me when something is being said, then I think I better get myself another set of friends.

So what's the 2.1 mean? I will let people assume and think what it is. It's not hard, but it's a new Turner. I'm going for the gusto. My boy Lex then gave me the opportunity to see how radio works and I'm going to possibly run with it. I have so much writings in the archives that need to be let loose (Shout out to Sassy for reading some) where I can really make a name for myself. I have a story I have been sitting on for years that I need to let loose. Cause see, it's not always about talking shit or going in on people. I do have a normal life where it doesn't evolve around talking shit all the time.

Now from what I been seeing, the Durty Truth will find out what will go on with the show. If it is anything like last week, I believe it needs to end. You had "Family" going at it like they were fighting for the last piece of chicken and shit. "Family" and "Friends" shouldn't be going at one another like that. But hey, every family has its misfits here and there. Honestly, I do not even know if I would feel comfortable dealing with some of those people right now. Maybe I need to distance myself for a short time. Or maybe really looking into doing something on my own. I think I can hold down hosting a show, right?

2.1= Mike Turner 2011. Duh.

Dear Hip Hop 2010

So the year is over. And once again, another ratchet of a year if you are a hip hop fan. Why do I say ratchet? Have you continued to hear all the terrible music? (My finger is still pointing towards the South) You have had an artist or two who have made it acceptable to make batty boy music. (GAY) Which is cool if that is your thing, but let’s not call that shit hip hop. The underground still gets no love and it seems like when people reach a certain age, they need to stop emceeing. Well that’s what the critics say, but for real, fuck the critics. Let’s just get into my top ten hip hop album of the year and Frisbee throwers for the year. Now mind you that I did not listen to every hip hop album that came out this year and I know I am missing some good stuff. So let me give you the list of things I missed out on, but will listen to…….eventually.

Black Milk: Album of the Year

DJ Premier: Year Round Records: Get Used To Us

Vinnie Paz: Season of the Assassin

9^th Wonder: 9^th Opus

Celph Titled: Nineteen Ninety Now

Here’s my list of albums that were good, but did not make the cut.

Big Boi: Sir Luscious Left Foot

Black Sheep: From the Black Pool of Genius

Pack FM: I Fucking Hate Rappers

Wu-Massacre

Now here are my top ten albums of the year. (That I heard in no particular order)

10. Rah Digga: Classic

9. El Da Sensei: GT2: Nu World

8. Fat Joe: The Darkside, Vol. 1

7. Freeway: The Stimulus Package

6. Ghostface Killah: Apollo Kids

5. Little Brother: LeftBack

4: Rick Ross: Teflon Don (I know some of you are like, “What the fuck, but the man did put out a good LP. I’m far from bias.)

3: Skyzool & Illmind: Live From the Tapedeck

2: Slum Village: Villa Manifesto

1: Statik Selektah & Termanology Are 1982

Now there was some stuff that my hip hop heads up and I just didn’t get into it (Roc Marciano), but it is not as bad as this list I am about to drop on you. Now once again, let me make this clear. Some shit, I will not listen to because I know it is going to be bad. So let me give you the list of, “I Know It’s Shit List, But I Don’t Like Doo Doo In My Ear List)

4: Drake: Thank Me Later

3: Ice Cube: How The West Was Won

2: Nelly: 5.0

1: Nicki Manaj: Pink Friday.

Besides Ice Cube who has just plain old lost it, I wish you could put these other three clowns. You know what, I’mma say two. No one gives a fuck about Nelly anymore. I never have to begin with, but put that bi-polar bitch and Droopy the Dog looking dude on a sky rocket straight to another planet where they can make gay love all night. I know you don’t think Drake is straight, right?

Now for my top 5 Frisbee throwing albums of stuff I heard this year. And this list might shock a lot of you. It shocked me, but hey, my ears were the judge of it. This is in no order.

5: B.O.B: The Adventures of Bobby Ray. Now I don’t even know why I listened to this piece of shit to begin with and wow, was I mad I wasted about an hour of free time when it could have been dedicated to something else.

4: Inspektah Deck: Manifesto. It hurts me to put this on the list. It really does since I know homeboy personally. But Deck, I need to rap to you about your beat selection and some of these guests you put on here. I NEED A WU TANG ALBUM, not a “Let me do what everybody else is doing” album.

3: Kanye West: My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy. Let’s not forget that this has over 100 fucking people on it and homeboy couldn’t come solo on some of the songs. But when this nigga started making songs geared towards the gay club, that’s when he lost me. But then again, this might finally be his coming out party that he has wanted to do for years.

2: The Roots: How I Got Over. I thought this album was one long ass depressing song. Every song sounded the same and like I said, if I had a gun and I was going through some shit at the moment, I would have killed myself. This album was more depressing than that song, “Ain’t No Sunshine Until She Comes.”

1: Redman: Reggie. Now Redman, if this was an experiment, it failed and get back to what we know. I don’t know what the fuck you were thinking with this bull shit. Maybe it was the weed you were smoking. But even you said it was an “Experiment.” With that being said, get back to that Muddy Waters shit.

And there you have it. I know some will be like, “Well where does so and so fit? If it’s not on MY top ten, it fits somewhere 11 on back. Peace. And support real hip hop.

Mike Turner Meets the Wu: December 18th, 2010

So people are quick to say that Wu-Tang is irrelevant. Oh yeah? Well fuck you. Well I have a history with one of these dudes and if you know me, you know who, but I will not run down the history. So last night in the cold, I became a fan for a minute. You see, with this dude, me and him have always been cool where I do not even talk music with him. I talk to him like a normal ass dude and vice versa. So I seen dude over the Thanksgiving holiday and told him how I saw that him and the Clan was coming to town in December. He checked his I-Phone and said yeah and that I could bring a couple friends.
Say word?

Since I didn't have anybody particular that I wanted to come with me, I posted a message on Facebook and said that if anybody was interested in going with me to let me know. And oh boy, did it bring out the groupie bitches and goofy ass niggas. And I mean what I say. People who I don't talk to on a regular or broads who only have me as a friend because I'm friends with someone they know. Get the hell out of here. So eventually, my mind was made up and I let them know, "Don't invite nobody." Cool.
So I wait.
And I wait.
And I wait to hear back from my sister. She is the real person who has the connect with homeboy even though I know him.
I get e-mails and calls from the dudes and I'm like, I will let you know what's up when I find something out. I know they probably thought I was bull shitting. So yesterday comes and I go get fresh, just in case I do go to the concert. I hadn't heard from my sister, so I didn't know what was up.
Boom.
I get the text. My name is on the VIP. Say word?
So me and the dudes who were rolling with me drove to the place they were performing mad early. I didn't want no bull shit to go down and had to make sure I was on that list. I walk in the line were I was suppose to get my tickets.
"Mike Turner."
"I'm sorry, but your name isn't on the list."
Panic mode.
"What the fuck!" I think to myself.
So I call my sister and ask her what the deal is. She says she will call me back.

Interlude
One drink.
Two drinks.
Three drinks.

Ok. I'm nice now. So I call my sister back an hour later and said my name should be on the list now. Cool. So me and the dudes get back in the line and we try again.
"Mike Turner."
The guy looks down the list and I look down with him. "Sorry, but your..."
I interrupt him because I saw the nickname that everyone calls me and the emcee calls me.
"That's me right there, Michael J."
I show the dude my license and it's a good thing that I have Jr. on my license when I explained to him the J part.
Cool. We're in there now.
So we have to get in the line to now get into the State Theater now.
Cool. We in here.
The place is packed. Packed. There was a group on stage performing, but it wasn't Wu, so fuck em. All I am thinking now is, how am I going to get backstage. Before we got inside the theater, I had talked to a few people and they told me where I should be when the Clan's bus arrived.
Cool. We're in there. I think.
It's freezing outside. Cold as hell. One of the dudes who is with me is getting on my fucking nerves because he is trying to freestyle and is tripping all over himself. Trust me, his hanging pass has been revoked like shit. There were people outside, inside the smoking area, doing the same shit we were doing, waiting to see the Wu.
About two hours pass before we start seeing buses coming through. But by this time, Wu's opening act, La the Darkman was performing and a lot of the people in the smoking section had went inside. But right when the buses started pulling up, people made their way back outside. So the buses start to empty. Okay, no Wu-Tang, looks like a few weed carriers. While this one bus is emptying out, another bus pulls up. You can hear the people in the smoking section screaming, Wu, Wu." Me, i was being cool. Fuck all that yelling, I'm about to be backstage. I think.
So finally, the Wu start to come out the bus. First was Masta Killa. Okay. Cool. Then out comes Method Man. Cool. Finally, my dude, Inspektah Deck comes out the bus.
"Deck, Deck." I holler.
He comes over and gives me pound. I introduce him to my boys. One of my boys was acting cool while the other was in groupie mode. Deck tells the security to let me and my boys come through the gates. But what was funny was a few of the people on the side of me saying, "Come on, man. Say that you know me."
"Beat it, kid. I'm VIP, bitches" is what I wanted to say, but all I said was, "Man, get the fuck out here."
So we are now in the theater and all the Wu is walking right past us. I'm geeking. So I see them all walking up these steps with their entourage and other people who were outside with me. I'm wondering, damn, can I go up these steps. I did get invited back here by one of the rappers. So nervously, I began to creep with my boys right behind me. And as I get towards the back, I see some of the Clan in front of me. And guess what? I didn't act nervous. Nigga, I'm Mike mutha fuck'n Turner. What I look like getting nervous? So I walk though the crowd of wall huggers and dap up Ghostface. I'm like this, if I know one, I know all you niggas. So the one goofy nigga with me starts acting real dumb, real groupie like, asking if anybody had any weed. Since in my mind, homeboy was cut off, he could do what he wanted. I was hoping one of these niggas whooped his ass. So since Ghost is the closest, I ask him if I could get a picture with him. All the years that I have seen these dudes, I have never been this close to them in person besides Deck and Meth, but the Meth thing is another story. Somehow the groupie got in the picture.

Then Meth came and, boom, another picture. No groupie this time. I look mad from all the weed smoke in the air.

What the hell. Why not double my luck.

So it's about to be show time. A couple goofy white bitches are in the back, smoking weed from out an apple. The groupie dude I am with decides to go smoke with these broads while me and my boy leave. So I am going down stairs to watch the Wu perform and it's on the stage. Talking about cissed. Now I wasn't seen by the crowd, but I was actually on the stage. They tore it up also. I heard them go through a lot of their classic as well as a few solo shots. Good times. And my oh my what women will do to have sex with a rapper. I seen a couple of the weed carriers taking a few of the groupies back up the stairs, bang the chicks back out and come back down stairs like nothing happen. So after the show is over, the Clan goes back up stairs. So it's time to go back up stairs. Well that's what I thought. The security dude wasn't trying to let me back up the stairs. But someone saw the friction I had gotten into. Method Man saw the dude fucking with me and said,
"Yo, that's VIP, let him up."
Oh shit. This nigga remembered me. I'm the man.
Now I'm upstairs again, the groupie dude is the last thing on my mind. Me and my boy already X'ed homeboy out. I run across Deck and for some reason, I never go a pic with homeboy. He asked me why I didn't get a picture at Thanksgiving and I was like, that's different. I don't look at you like a rapper. But since the Clan is around, click.

Damn, that's little ass Raekwon? Deck, two for one.

I told Deck thanks for letting me come to the show and he said no prob. Dapped him up, told him I'll see him again since he is cool with my family and seeing him is nothing new. So let me try to link up with the rest of the Clan. Now mind you that all the Clan was there besides RZA. Yeah, U-God and Cappadonna was there also, but for real, I needed pictures with the main ones. Sorry. And it looked like Masta Killa's woman was with him and his kids. She must have been like, "Ain't none of these white groupie bitches fucking my man."
So everyone knows my favorite emcee is the GZA. And I had daped him up, told him peace and everything, but for some reason, this nigga made me nervous. But as the Clan was about to leave and I wasn't about to do the "Male Groupie" thing like ol' boy wanted to, it was time to end this shit right now and get my picture with GZA. So it's do or time. I notice GZA was scooping this chick who was obviously willing to give homeboy some pussy.
"Yo GZA, can I get a pic?

Night complete.