The Black Escobar.

Thick Roseland Theatre. Portland repped for this man with heart and I almost passed out from all the Illmatic tracks he did. Got to personally thank him and tell him that we waited a long time to have him in our city at the Someday Lounge after the concert where he posted up for a minute. I think he really felt the love last night. I hope so, anyway.

And I can tell Kelis that her man left in the black Escalade with just his deejay in tow. No hoes, hoodrats, hoochies, breezies, chicken heads or clucks in sight.

I am a very happy Sara this morning.

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