Traffic to the city is a bitch! Almost forgot how much I hate traffic on a rainy day and thank God there was something to remind me. A drive to SF can usually cost me tops 45 min. This time it cost us about an hour and half. Was it cause I wasn’t driving? You can bet your ass it was.

We got to the Regency Ballroom while Hopsin was performing with a homie. Hopsin is what Eminem would be if he were black, 15 years younger, and wore white eye contacts. He was signed to Ruthless Records a few years back by Eazy E’s wife who apparently shafted him in whatever contract he signed with them causing him to bash her and the label. At one point he had the crowd chanting, “FUCK RUTHLESS RECORDS”. I withheld my urge to chime in the chanting for numerous reasons I will not get into right now. He got the crowd going, had a lot of energy and was clearly prepared for his performance as evident in the safety pin that was unmistakably the only thing keeping his chonies on.

But all blunts were lit when the homie Kendrick got on stage. He seemed genuinely humbled when the crowd sang his songs and even jokingly teased that we thought we could melodize. Shit, I know I can. His first show in San Francisco was received well. His stage presence is that of a conductor conducting an orchestra and the crowd loves it – Hello! He stopped at one point and told the crowd to tweet @KendrickLamar what song we wanted to hear, and you know I couldn’t resist the urge to tweet Cut You Off. Not sure if the whole crowd tweeted the same song, if he was already planning to perform that one next, or if my tweet really made him do it, but that was the next song he sang. P*ssy & Patron, Hol’ Up, Spiteful Chant (another personal favorite), and F*ck Your Ethnicity were among some of the other songs he performed. He had the crowd chanting his name when he walked off stage which of course forced him to do an encore… something I had really only seen The Arcade Fire do once. A lot of sneaky hoes tried stay for the meet & greet but were shamefully busted by security. By the time he came out, homie looked drained and ready for bed. Or maybe I was reading his eye wrong. Would definitely see him again if he rolled through. If you’re going to Coachella, put him on your TO SEE list.