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It was a crazy time for sure. It was a really welcoming place as well. There were very few pretentious folks who stuck around.
There were so many stories I didn't even get to. There was the time I interviewed Little Brother in Camden and then went to the store, jumped in the cypher and they walked in while I was rhyming. They did an impromptu instore and halfway through the set Phonte points at me like "
This nikka just interviewed us and know he's out here rhyming like *breaks into comedy English accent* too? 
"It was a place where cats who are really out there doing it, rubbed shoulders with regular cats who happened to rhyme and were fans. It was definitely a high water mark for Black British music in the 00's.
So many great nights. Went to the last instore they held there. It ended with a conga line out of the door to this:
crew might remember this. Me and my crew used to host a couple of hip hop nights at various Detroit bars. One night at one of our shows, the exact date was April 11th 2005 reason I know is because it was the day Blade Icewood was murdered. It's early in the night and we used to play pre-setup cd's and low and behold Proof and his Iron Fist records crew show up to the show 
I'm going through various setups in the dj booth and eventually go to the bar and Fat Joe's My Four Four 50 cent diss starts to play from the cd. I notice that one of Proof's partners is close to the dj booth, TOO close so I walk back over and he starts talking crazy saying that 50 cent is their boy and somebody need to turn the song off 
Now I know I'm in the club with my crew who will hold me down over anything and I already know these dudes have a rep as well. I can't allow this nikka to put his hands on equipment that we responsible for with the club owners so I contemplate what the move should be. Dude is still motioning like he is going to go into the booth. None of my folks is observing the confrontation so I decide fukk this I'm going to kill this shyt and switch the song. So I go to the booth and go to the next song and not soon after that my partner Red(rip) comes and I tell him what went on and he is PISSED and wants to play the song AGAIN. I tell him it's not even worth it and let's just start the show. I open the show as the MC and I acknowledge proof who is basically just sitting at the bar with 2 white chicks buying beers for his crew. I then give a moment of silence for Blade. The night was real tense as more of my camp found out what had happened and everybody was pissed that these nikkas had the nerve to come to our show and think they could regulate. At the end of the night Red went to Proof and his boy and told him how he felt about the shyt and Proof pretty much apologized for his man's and they gave us about 10 free tickets for Proof's release party for his Jerry Garcia cd. We went and had a good time and actually kicked it with Proof for a while. We ended up being real close with the Iron Fist fam. That was the last time I actually spoke to Proof though and almost a year to the day of the incident on April 6 2006 Proof was murdered 
and 2 years after that his homie who was beefing over the diss track was killed. 
on some real sh!t- Chris Brown a real cool dude.. 
wiped him off the map real quick, and later Beyonce called me over to kick it/chat.. she was honestly, very cool.. she even asked to take a photo.. 
he just came home and he on his war story mode...so i raise my volume back up and listen to "the p*ssy is free"...then the guy starts pointing at me looking at me then he looks at the guy in the 2 seater pointing and talking loud something to the effect like "i aint no punk" so at this point i got the grimace face (in ny you have to mean mug nikkas so they leave you the fukk alone) so i raise up and im like "whats up?" the whole time i guess i had a mean mug the guy tells me "my brother i been trying to talk to you cause you look like you want to kill someone but you wasnt paying attention to me" he keeping it real with me i guess the whole time im sitting there with a mean mug looking at him he thinking i want beef with him while im thinking the same thing...so while he talking to me i get a real good look at his face and im like 
"aint you tragedy the intelligent hoodlum?" he smiled slapped my hand and said yeah he is...i think he was surprised i knew who he was (love my hiphop) i told him shyt i thought you was trying to vick my shyt cause in ny thats how nikkas rob you in the trains...they will talk out loud and test you and say "what size are those sneakers?"
