November 5th, 2007 | fongstarr |

You guys know the lyrics: “I came in the door, I said it before. I never let the mic magnatize me no more. But it’s biting me, fighting me, inviting me to rhyme. I can’t hold it back, I’m looking for the line. Taking off my coat, clearing my throat…” My dude Rakim is tough! And backed with a ten piece band set, Eric B. For President never sounded so good. Past year, I’ve been on a real vendetta in hitting up the local music scene in my area. I’ve been fortunate that artists love “San Fran”, as my nephew Ghostface would say. If there is one guarantee in life that gives back ten fold, it is watching a dope live concert to your liking. I guess orgasms comes in many forms, but I am sure many people would disagree on that idea. Seriously though, anyone who is anyone should join on my parade. Now all I have to do is see Sade live and I am one happy camper.