The opinions expressed by Luke Sick in this report back from last night Topr show at 111 Minna pretty much reflects the ideas and views of the Gurp City family. We stand behind his blight opinions and drunk shit talk even though he thinks his shit don’t stink.
For the record, the sound at 111 Minna for rap performances blows dick. Good thang that us Gurp heads like it nice and janky. Like I told Dick Nasty after last night’s show, “Shit, I’d listen to y’all rock if it was comin’ thru clock radio speakers submerged in the rhea that I got after eating a stale Popeye’s biscuit at Boac’s crib.” Frankenstein’s Topr ripped the loyal, coked up audience like a sadistic sheep-herder, and Fatees and Thuggy got reprimanded by the bouncer for moshing. Fatees was under the wing of his father and mentor, Booger Keys. He had the dope line for the honeys he was poppin’ it to: “Yo, you can come home and stay wif me girl, I’m stayin’ at Thuggy’s.” Needless to say, the bitches were jockin’. Fattees, here’s some double-OG advice for the next time you go out on a trim hunt: buy your own B-12 and emancipate yourself from the confines of Daddy-Yay-Care. Desperation is a stinky cologne, but smells less like piss if worn alone. As the night wore on and Topr launched into “Grindhouse,” the double-fisted PBR cans began to wrinkle under the pressure of the tense predators’ sweaty hands, as we all slowly realized that it was Thursday fuckin’ night, and no one was gonna after-party-till-the-sky-turned-blue, because all these high-rent paying lunatics had to go to work for the man the next day just to be allowed to breathe is this corner of this expensive shithole we call the Area. Burn it all the fuck down. Start with the speakers and Radio Shack soundboard at Minna (A Vestax Pro is bigger than that piece of shit), then torch the whole fucking club and all the fuckin art, then bowl a fireball down the Embarcadero and make the whole 7×7 mile radius a pile of ash. Pour oil in the Bay and let that fucker burn and boil too, take a flamethrower to the whole fucking Peninsula and detonate the East Bay while were at itâ€”the demise lullabyed to the tune of Topr’s “Why?” And only one king shall emerge from the remains, to lead the disgruntled survivors toward rebuilding the kingdom just to hate it all over again. We’re of course the only one’s who’d survive, cuz that’s what we’ve been doing the whole fucking time anyway. All hail the Gurp!
Thanks for another inspiring show Topr! It’s not like your performances make me feel good necessarily, but that isn’t what’s important. It’s more like your music brings together a bunch of people like me (us) who can’t fucking stand it anymore, and when we’re all together I feel like we could just likeâ€¦ I dunno, like all band together andâ€¦ just like kill every-fuckin’-body, ya know what I mean? That’s what keeps me coming back.
– Luke Sick