The second part of this day was the best, it went as follows:
When Big Boi opens with ‘Skew it on the BBQ’ and ‘Rosa Parks’, it’s bound to be a good set…
After Big Boi I tried to go over to the side stage to catch some Necro, who I heard killed it, but this failed miserably and I headed back towards the main stage to catch the surprise act. They apparently let the surprise act go out right when they were suppose to and I missed all of Slick Rick because he played for like 10 minutes… Damnit…
What’s the opposite of ‘Front Row Center?’
The Roots only stop their train of sound for suspended freezes that tickle the crowd the right way.
Not only was there a killer solo from Captain Kirk below,
They played the intro to ‘SpottieOttieDopalitious,’ in all it’s funky glory…
But I missed Tuba Gooding Jr. in this set, it’s just not the same without the Sausaphone…
Examine closely the 11$ beer…
And the day crowd…
Busta’s a machine gun, the man just unloads a furry of words into the mike in some weird flow that’s so abrasive for some strange reason I’m always drawn to it. 
As you can see by the pictures, Busta puts everything he’s got into his sound…
His cloths also blend in well with low house lights and high shutter speed…
I left midway through Busta to try and catch some Wu glory in the form of the Rza. I got to the Paid Dues stage to find out that Slaughterhouse was suppose to be up, yet no one but, as Murs said in a loose quote, ‘the only white member of Slaughterhouse is here on time,’ talking about their DJ setting up, the crowd enjoyed that levity as they were becoming a bit impatient.
So then they made the switch, and the Rza came out with a bottle of Grey Goose halfway done…
I was one of the lucky photographers to not get Grey Goose spilt all over me… But the Rza’s set started out slow and took speed with Raekwon taking the stage for even more Wu glory!
‘Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M! Get the money, Dolla Dolla Bill yalll!’
After that I walked back towards mainstage to see the night getting better and preparing for Nas, in which the following picture was taken after I got kicked out of the pit…
Nas is Nas is Nas… He came out alone at first and touched on ‘Hip-Hop is Dead,’ a song made for the world outside of Rock the Bells…
Then he got into ‘The World is Yours’
He charmed the crowd a bit with his Nas-tentatious personality… the man deserves that pedistal though as his flow is so smooth and fluid I feel like I’m listening to the Colorado river through the Grand Canyon,
Then Damian came out and proceeded to travel through a repituore of battling ideas, switching in with Nas during reggae beats and Damien during normal hip-hop beats, even touching on his father’s version of “One Love.”
I can’t wait for the album to drop… it’s going to be good.
Nas got some more alone time to plow through such hits as ‘Can’t Hate me Now,’ ‘NY State of Mind,’ and a Phil Collin’s backed poetry session of ‘One Mic’…
The entire 30 or so minutes they were on together, a Jamacan flag was being twirled in the sky by some guy with incredible arm strength… After Nas got some personal time with the mic, Damian came out to hit on ‘Road to Zion,’ asking for lighters, the picture below shows the beauty…
and they closed it together…
The it was time to get Iced, the man definitly hasn’t lost any of the anger and aggression that fueled his early career.
You best check yourself before you reck yourself ‘cuz I’m bad for yo health
And that was it, it ended early enough I was even tempted to go to HARD and enjoy some dancing for four hours, glad I went home…
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