SCRIBBLE
"What's up player? I just
got back from this stupid-fly
function out in Ohio." "Oh
word? Ohio?" "Yeah, it was
called the Scribble Jam. That
shit was off the hook, son. It was
mad B-boys, writers, DJs and emcees flexing their skills." "Oh I
word?" "Indeed. I guess they do this shit every year. It's organ- I
ized by Scribble Magazine and a bunch of Cincinnati's hip-hop
heads; I guess part of the crew is called the 1200 Hobos, but I
only saw like three or four of them cats. They hold it at this
heavy metal club called Annie's out in the bumblefuck boon- I
docks of Cincinnati. When I first rolled up to the spot I was
buggin' 'cause there was mad country-ass white people out
there holdin' a flea market in the parking lot. I thought I was
in an episode of Dukes of Hazzard or some shit. But then I
peeped the ill graffiti that covered like every wall of this joint.
Cats were doing big-ass intricate, scientifical-type burners.
That shit was hot, , son." "Oh word?" "No doubt, yo. Speaking
of hot, it was hotter than your mom's fake-ass Rolex out there.
I was salty 'cause they put off the emcee battle until nighttime
httime
'cause of the heat
'cause of the heat. I was ready
s ready to ren
represent right then though,
didn't win that
yaknowhatI'msayin'? That's probably why I didn't win that
shit, 'cause that threw off my whole vibe, yaknowhatI'msayin'?
Otherwise I woulda roasted those chumps. They had to post-
I
pone the DJ battle until later too 'cause fools' records were I
were
warping from the heat." "Word?" "For real. They still had the I
B-boy battle out there though; those dudes could breakdance
their asses off. Yo, if my back wasn't fucked up I woulda been I
out there doing the worm like a motherfucker, 'cause the win- I
ners took home $500. After I got flicks of all the flyest pieces I
we went back to the motel 'til it was time to go to the club I
where the emcee and DJ battles were going down. I went out |
there a little early so I could politic outside and find out what I
heads were gonna be my competition, but them fools didn't
want none of this." "Oh word?"
"Yeah,
they
nice on the mic, so they tried to act like they
could tell I was
didn't w
't want to
I
talk to me and shit. They had the DJ battle first, and I can't always understand all I
that shit that they was doin' but I know that motherfucker Presyce was ill as fuck. I
He did some scratching shit that straight flipped my wig; he made the rest of them
cats look like some damn beginners. He won $500 too." "Word?" "Word, they
was givin' out nice loot. That's why I was tryin' to win that emcee battle, 'cause
the first prize was $700 and a contract to record a single on a real record label. I
don't know what happened though; they fronted on me and give it to some cat
from New Hampshire.
!
mean, he was tight, but I
was keepin' it real. Dude
I wasn't from the hood. I
I was robbed. All in all that
shit was still dope though;
next year you're gonna
have to roll out there with
me, man." "Word."
- MC Butternut
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An unidentified B-boy geared up to get down.
110 THRASHER
ZZAMIN HOC
Emcee battle winner: AD Eem.
WITH
Hi Safle
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DJ battle winner: Presyce.
B-boy battle winners: Phaże II.