Gurp City

It's like Vegas fool. San Francisco and the Bay Area rappers, producers and DJs all get together for one good cause, to get drunk as fuck and make good music. Gurp City consists of hip hop pioneers such as DJ Quest and DJ Eddie Def to underground legends like Bored Stiff and Sacred Hoop to freestyle champions TopR and Conceit...pretty much every alcoholic rapper in the Bay Area of California. The Gurp Fam keeps growing and innovating rap music with artists like Trunk Drank, Z-Man, Fist Fam, Grand Invincible, Fay Dog, G-Pek, Eddie K, DJ Marz, Bullet Proof Space Travelers, Bullet Proof Scratch Hampsters, DJ Cue, Brandon B, Luke Sick, Iron Fist, Thuggy Fresh, 6 Feet Deep, DJ Mathew Africa, 4oneFunk, DJ Teeko, DJ Max Kane, DJ Mista-B, DJ B. Cause, DNAE Beats, Boac, The Makai, Third Sight, The AlterBoys, MC Oroville, Illsquad, Live Human, Lords Crew, Alex Pardee, Zero Friends, Big Sammy, DJ Raw B and Fatees.

Luke Sick’s Drunken Recap of the Minnesota Spectacular…

Posted by Thuggy

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Fresh off the plane back & from tearing shit up in Minneapolis MN. Sacred Hoop MC Luke Sick sends me this ditty of an email.

TopR, DJ Quest, a Bill Bixby/Bruce Banner green army duffle full of merch, a Rane mixer, and myself headed out to MN hell-bent on sex and crime, and as far as myself is concerned the plane ride out there provided both in abundance, so from the jump I was relaxed with my instincts primed for debauch. The promoter’s girlfriend, Molly, got me high on MN’s version of commercial green; she said “outdoor,” (I was so grateful, planes suck for keepin your head right these days) and Skel (the promoter) looked at TopR and said: I got a bag of coke with your name on it! and tossed Top the stash. Your boy looked down on the bag and sure enough, written in black Sharpie, it said: “Topr.” The show was illy to say the least. The house DJ’s Serato was busted so Quest played my NWA and The Posse cd before TopR’s set. I forgot how dope it is to hear songs like Boyz n the Hood, Fat Girl, L.A. is the Place, etc. before you get on to rip. That shit is my warm up tape right there. Me and Top started gettin’ crunk backstage, doin’ hyphy dances and shit while I was smoking all of my boy Slick Willie’s (MN dro) weed. TopR was drainin too many shots, and I knew it was about to get ill. We peeked around the corner to see if the Minneap fools was gettin’ stupid and they were just standing around cocktailin’ like it was uptown, so I got scared, ’cause I’m like, “If they can’t feel the god Eazy E how they gonna feel us?” But TopR poured a whole bottle of beer on his head, and totally won them over as soon as he threw his svelt emo physique into the fray. TopR rocked his fucking heart out and ended up snatchin $300 in merch sales, pretty much blacked out the whole time. How does this guy do it? DJ Quest rocked his unfuckwitable set next, which starts with juggles of Fat Boys and Public Enemy and ends with fresh-to-death scratching over a devious electro beat. That’s when the crowd basically shit themselves. I’m basically on the verge of crying (not from happiness or grief or bitterness but just from pure amazement) at least one time during all the sets Quest has been doing lately, goddamn he serves fools!!! The Sacred Hoop set was on the money, and a bunch of the punkers that Skel (the promoter) turned on to our shit started goin dumb in tight pants, we did Kids of the Dead World and everybody sang along to “We’re gonna die young!” and me, Quest and Top all lit our lighters for the entire break. Then I said, “Well it’s been five years y’all, and I didn’t die, so let’s have fun…” and Quest launched into Funstyle. I sold hella merch, got groupied by overdo tattooed stuff, and straight up got one of my myspace fans I’d never met before laid, and partied with the rest of the band through an all night dj/rappin’ session at Skel’s house with about 25 hardcore punks from everywhere from France to Mexico City to Wisconson (Wiscompton). I instigated a rap battle between new gurpette AliaTron (who magically appeared on our plane and did merch at the show…she’s from out there originally, thanks girl) and some dumb snoopy in a railroad hat. Tronny crushed the soft fem and continues to glow the house down! I went back there at 11 am and fools were still going at it, and then they dragged us to the Country Bar where we got hella more drinks and listened to E-40 on the juke box. I’m like, Is this frozen Chico or some shit? Later me and Quest went to Cheap Cologne’s (a MN producer DJ who’s hella cool) house and ate pizza and listened to his beats. I tried to rap over one of ’em but I was too took; I hope to death that he erased that shit like I told him to, ’cause he could really clown if he wanted to. Cologne! you my homey, don’t sell me out, relly! I’m just kidding I don’t give a fuck! The Minneap myspace kids that came to the after party with us were like, “Gurp City ain’t no gimmick it’s the break of dawn and y’all are still here gettin stupid with us!” Fuckin’ A right, it ain’t no gimmick, Gurp City don’t tie no popsicle sticks to our dicks to get hard mane!… Feel proud gurpos we fucked that shit up right for y’all: Thanks to Skel and everybody out in MN who came to see and support us, you made our fuckin’ night!
plane tickets: $450
eighth for Luke: $45
teener for Topr: $60
a night out drinkin with the boys: $40
Quest’s blown headphones: $50
one lost brown plaid SF fitted: $45
the blank look of destruction on TopR’s face when he boarded the plane back to the ‘Sco: fucking priceless!
Yo thuggy stop the presses, I gotta bust a p.s.:
I forgot to say that we chopped it up with P.O.S. backstage and that he’s a cool ass dude, and his boy Sims ripped it as the opener that night…I just wanted to say thanks to those dudes for showing love too.
Also I wanted to re-print a myspace email that I got from slick willie after the show…

Slick Willie wrote:

what up luke that shit crazy def..the show was rockin and the after party was even crazier…rippin it up with you ,quest and topper.. now thats the shit im talkin about! nice to finally kick it with you though bro , im going to have to head that way next time to check out some cali dro! will have to make sure that vrse is the mix next time… im letting everyone know that the hoop and gurp city is the real deal, its not just an image.. mpls will never be the same bitches!

stay up


also whats up with some of those pics from the after party??? let me know!

You know that shit’s tight, relly! errrray! Luke Sick signing off.

Anyone with pictures from the show, please post up a link in the comments or send them to, We’ll be sure to get em up on the site.



    on Friday, January 19, 2007 at 2:49 pm

    Just to top it off, it’s 8pm the next night (sun) i’ve been sleeping for a few hours then i am awaken by loud footsteps comming up the stairs to my room. the door busts open with TOPR still on GURP saying “i just broke into your girls house”. Front door was locked so he cut the screen of the bathroom window before he thought “maybe there is a back door”. he came in the back door. now his flight leaves in 1 1/2 hours and his id is missing. i’m thinking “now we have a house guest that will be going home greyhound in a couple days”. he finds his id in the last place he looks in his other pants. we drive to the airport hopeing he will catch his flight. we send him off with his crusty black wine lips and his dried up blood buger on his shirt. good luck the plane was delayed. as Molly and i drove off i was telling her “i would love to see the expression on Quest and Luke’s faces as TOPR rolls in”. Thanks alot to TOPR, Luke Sick, and DJ Quest for an amazing night! UP THE PUNKS DOWN THE BEER!

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  • 2Big

    on Friday, January 19, 2007 at 5:00 pm

    that sound like one hell of a show


    on Wednesday, October 10, 2007 at 12:40 pm

    […] writes: Looks like we’re heading out to Minneapolis for another fiasco at the Triple Rock. Last year gurpo promoter Skell brought DJ Quest, Topr, and myself out to wreck the house which we did with Doomtree affiliate Sims and partied all night with domestic […]