I wasn’t actually planning on attending a Hip Hop show but since I follow my nose and my brand new Blackberry I just go where the GPS signal leads me. Never the less, I was with the person who I’m not actually with due to technical difficulties and privacy rights. As we’re walking we witness a car hit a biker on the street. Actually the car hit the biker and then the biker got up and picked up the bike and hit the car with it before the rider got back on it and peddeled away. That was the funniest shit I’ve seen in a minute..but I disgres. We finally get to our location…Harlem’s Vault (@vaultharlem) where they were holding an UpScenely Lazy Sunday concert featuring some folks.

The show was MC’d by this entertaining fellow, Puma213. He quite enjoyed the free flowing Nutcracker drinks provided by Imperial Nutcracker.

The folks have names but you don’t really need to know them all. Trust TJ when she’s says I heard good fucking Hip Hop, I heard good lyrical content and then I heard what some have been allowed to call Hip Hop. I was inspired by my dude’s artist @StarMike from outta Queens.

I have to credit this kid with having the best performance of the afternoon. He’s 14 years old and is nice as Hell. MC’s and or “rappers” should hang up their microphone when a CHILD….*screw face* has more insight, lyricism, clarity AND complexity to his rhymes than several of the latter performers of the evening. I don’t know what you want to do with that but I’m being honest….

If the worst criticism I have for his performance is the suggestion that he needs to work on his breath control than what does that tell you about his talent???? He’s 14…some of yall motha fuckas been rapping as long as he’s been alive. Hence..you see the irony in my statement…moving on.

Yo, what is it about Queens that makes a sick MC?? I’m just saying..it could be something in the school lunches. Who knows? Someone should look into that and than prep a meal for the hungry youngings that took over the stage at the end of the event. I won’t go into detail lest I cause scandal with my big mouth but you see where I’ m going with that.

The second notable performance of the evening belongs to this chick right here!!

She goes by the name LA…there she goes—->@UCanCallMeLA and I don’t know what to do with her. She’s good as shit..she’s only been rapping nine months and she’s winning the coveted teeny bopper MC competitions like…REALLY!? I was very into her lyrics..and I deduced that indeed she is not a rapper..she’s a poet. You can’t fool me, Ma…Fuck that music. I wanted her to stand there and continue beating those stanzas to death..alas..it’s a Hip Hop show though..

Her verse sounds like some shit I done heard from Jessica Care Moore and her flow reminds me of Lady of Rage. I only say that because home girl grabbed the mic, double times her verse, sped up, slowed down, sang hooks, was bouncing and dam near stage dived but there was no stage nor crowd for all of that. However, I’m sure they woulda rocked with her if she tried.

I’ll say I was paying attention; she’s entertaining; a very busy ball of passionate energy. I bet my bottom dollar that there is way more creative genius going on here than met the eye during yesterday’s performance. Shit, if I ever wanted to interfere and suggest a little direction to an artist that has me excited and hyped..it’s this chick. I’ll be looking forward to her growth as an artist…and you should too. See way more on her website.

I had fun watching everyone up to a point..let’s just say that sometimes a strong family name will cause you to feel some type of way about yourself that may not be justified. But who am I…just a chick with big hair and toes that were stomped on all night by happy open bar liquored up Harlemites?

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