CH. 7 “CLUB LE’ ELEGANT”
[CH. 7: Summary]
[WHEN YOU’RE DOWN ON YOU LUCK, I MEAN REALLY DOWN ON YOUR KNUCKLES, ASHY, WITH NO MONEY IN YOUR POCKET AND STRAIGHT-UP BROKE, YOU NEED SOMEONE IN YOUR CORNER, ON YOUR TEAM, SOMEONE WHO’S GOT YOUR BACK TO HOLD YOU DOWN. THAT DOESN’T ALWAYS MEAN CLOSE FAMILY MEMBERS. BY AROUND EARLY-2004, WHILE TAKEN CARE OF HIS PARENTS, DJ DARKBODY HAD GOTTEN INTO AN CAR ACCIDENT AND ALSO ENDED UP GOING TO JAIL. AT THE SAME TIME, DJ KOOL KEN, WHILE LIVING WITH AND TAKING CARE OF HIS OWN GRANDMOTHER WITH ALZHEIMER’S DISEASE, WAS HOLDING DOWN DJ GIGS TRYING TO SCRAPE UP MONEY TO KEEP AFLOAT AND HELP HIS FRIEND THE BEST WAY HE COULD. THESE ARE THE STORIES ABOUT HOW WE GOT A GIG AT THE TIME AT ONE OF THE HOTTEST/COLDEST ADULT CLUBS IN THE CITY]
“THE BREAKTHROUGH GIG/GAME-CHANGER”
↓ [Darkbody’s Version] ↓
Ok, getting ready to go down memory lane. Ok. This chapter is called. Club Le’ Elegant…A.K.A.: Lee-Lee.
A.K.A: YOU WILL GET F*CKED UP!
A.K.A: SHOUTS OUT TO P-ROCK! (That’s my other home…they adopted my black ass Plymouth Rd. & Southfield Freeway., for seven years was where you could find me, baby.)
In 2004, we were doing a bunch of little neighborhood clubs/bars: CLUB 7 (7 MILE & EVERGREEN; Westside Detroit)—then a little deeper west at CACTUS LOUNGE (8 MILE & TELEGRAPH RD.)—Shout Out to them 8 MILE niggaz—they CRAZY too., we did Every Hole-In-The-Wall, so to speak– and the money in those type of places is as we say MINIMAL. Even if you have a good night, you’ll end up getting paid “one set price”: Generally, About $100-$150. But for me, I’m getting top dollar. I’m coming in the door going for $200 then I would work with you after that. But with that being said, we needed “A GAME-CHANGER”.
We needed to get up out of those spots, plus, this was still DJ Kool Ken, so-called “TRAINING GROUNDS”. So I had DJ Kool Ken in one strip club: “CLUB 007”, that lasted about four (4) days.
*LEE-LEE (Club Le’ Elegant) came about ironically after I got out of jail. I get in a car accident, in DJ Kool Ken’s grandma’s car, the guy hits me. I got warrants and shit. I go to jail. After staying in jail about 20-days, I get out that mother-fucker broke-as-a-joke. Of course, the county has taken all my money too. Man, I was just on my knuckles, in a bad spot. Nothing coming tomorrow…or the next day either. Feel me. I Got to Do Something Now. First thing I did was sleep for 12-hours straight (I was gone.) Second, when I got up. I called my dude…DJ Kool Ken.
“Hey, dude. We Got To Get Out In These Streets and Do Something”. I said,
He replies, “Well bro’, I’m tapped out, let me see if I can grab some change from my old man. We’ll hit the street with that and try to flip that, try to make something happen.”
“Ok, cool we need to start somewhere,” I replied.
On the way to DJ Kool Ken’s father’s house, we pick up the bread, I look up in the sky and see flood lights at this club.
“You know what I use to work there back in the day, Pull up in here Kool and let me see,” I told DJ Kool Ken.
Sure enough—”GRAND OPENING” at CLUB LE ELEGANT.
I go inside and ask to speak with a manager of CLUB LE ELEGANT. Let’s just call this guy “D” (Great Dude by the way). “D” comes to the door and I proceeded to ask him just one question:
“DO YOU NEED A DJ?”
“D” almost jumped out his shoes and shouts out: ”YES, I NEED A DJ– YES”
I replied, “Well, it’s Saturday night.”
D says: “Yeah, and this is my 2nd-night open. The place is packed. But this guy (DJ) in here now man, I don’t know.”
“Well, what do you want me to do?” I uttered.
“Come back tomorrow and audition (DJ) for me.” He exclaims.
I get back to Kool Ken in the lobby of the club and says:
“OK Kenny, LET’S GET IT!”
And this was right on time. Mind you I just got out of jail. I needed this shit. Plus, we need to upgrade. Club Le’ Elegant was just remodeled. 40’-50’ Flat Screen TV’s everywhere. The Finest/Baddest-Bitches in the city of course because everything is brand new, fresh and clean. Sweet-Ass DJ booth. It looked like a lounge. You could fit 8 people in there comfortably.
With that being said, we go to the audition. “D” goes in his office. I start spinning and mixing a few songs. 20 minutes later this guy comes out the back with a full weekly schedule. He says:
“Man sign here. How much do you charge?”
“$125 thru the weekend. $150 thru the week, Plus, from the bar $10 a girl.” I reply.
“D” replies, “Man we just starting, can we do $75 now, and then in a month, you got a deal. Bet?”
I said, “Bet.”
And this is how we got the job. Let’s put it like this, I know in the first week I made, at least, $2,000–EASY!
In a month, I had purchased a GMC SUBURBAN (that was my Baby too!) from the car dealership for $4500. I took them $3500, then paying the rest of it off. Done in two months with that bitch.
That’s how the money came.
**(DJ KOOL KEN…SPINNING RECORDS …or should I say LOADING THE CD’S…GETTING READY TO PLAY @ CLUB LE’ ELEGANT)**
** (DJ KOOL KEN…SPINNING RECORDS …or should I say LOADING THE CD’S…GETTING READY TO PLAY @ CLUB LE’ ELEGANT) **
“LIVE TO DJ |DJING TO LIVE”
Now I had already experienced something like this before. DJ Kool Ken, on the other hand, had never experienced that. This was his 1st time seeing how to really GET PAID and GET MONEY doing what we do as DJs.
With that being said, the club itself was like–” CHOCOLATE CITY” (with the female exotic dancers, not the fellas.). Just Minks…Furs…Tippers…Strippers…and Mother-Fucking Gangsters…Pimps…Hoes—you name it–The Drug Dealer of the day…The Drug Crews of the mother-fucking millennium…Black Mafia Family (B.M.F.)…BRIGHTMOOR…P-ROCK…7 MILE…SHIT…EVERYBODY. I ain’t trying to leave nobody the fuck out, but DAMNIT.
All the rappers you want to see at the time were there too: Bun-B (UGK) (he’ll show up and would set a table out. That’s all I’m going to say), Young Jeezy (CTE), Detroit rappers: K-Deezy (K-Doe) (Dirty Glove), Made West, Blackface and Big Herk (Rock Bottom) would come up and chill with you like “WHAT UP DOE?”
I (DJ Dark body) done sat down with the likes of just about everybody.
And that’s what everybody sees and views on the outside of DJing. You’re going to be around all these glamorous, high-profile people and Rap Stars with all this MONEY…but you got to…REPEAT GOT TO…STAY LEVEL-HEADED.
KEEP IN MIND…THIS SHIT HERE (THAT BAR…THAT JEWELRY…THE GIRLS…THAT LIFE.) AIN’T YOURS!
You going HOME to what YOU going home to. You got to DEAL with Whatever-The-Fuck YOU got to DEAL with when you leave that Club/Party/Gig–Ya’ Dig. ALL that other shit DOESN’T really Fucking matter.
YOU’RE ARE THERE FOR ONE REASON—ONE REASON ONLY: MAKE YOUR MONEY…GET YOUR BREAD.
THEN TAKE YOUR ASS HOME… PERIOD.
FUK THESE BITCHES.
FUK THESE STUPID-ASS NIGGAS.
AND I’M LIKE THIS;
- RULE #1: IF I’M TRAINING A DJ OR WHILE IN TRAINING (ESPECIALLY IN THE TITTY-BAR); I BET NOT CATCH YOUR ASS TIPPING THEM BITCHES. I BET NOT CATCH YOU ASS IN I.P.—TIPPING BITCHES/GETTING DANCES–I BET NOT CATCH YOU ASS DOING NONE OF THAT SHIT WHILE YOU ON DUTY; DJING; WE TRYING TO GET THIS MONEY.
Now when you get paid at the end of the night, if you want to wipe your ass with the money… I’m fine with that shit. Long as it (that MONEY) WENT IN YOUR HAND FIRST. THAT IS THE NAME OF THE GAME: THE DJ GAME.
And for those knuckleheads motherfuckers that do the opposite. YOU MAKE IT HARD FOR EVERYBODY ELSE YOU HATING-ASS MOTHER-FUCKER! JUST TO GET YA’ LITTLE NUTS RUBBED ON; YOU MAKE IT HARD FOR EVERYBODY IN THE GAME—NIGGA.
FUK THEM BITCHES!
That’s’ the problem if you got ANY GAME…you could be YOU and still PULL THE BITCH. Damn.
Now, you got to do ALL this EXTRA-SHIT AND BUY DRINKS. I DON’T DO NONE OF THAT SHIT.
When you come in my DJ booth. You see drinks everywhere–empty bottles and all. I don’t drink champagne. I drink JACK DANIEL’S (Old No. 9) and Coca-Cola with a slice of Lemons and my peoples know that. But Tequila…Cognac…and all that other shit…I DON’T EVEN FUCK WITH IT.
One last point. I’m a firm believer in “Practicing What I Preach”. DJ Kool Ken can back up everything I’m saying. The bitches that I did fuck with; they fuck with me…for ME. I couldn’t trick with them hoes.
I COULD NOT DO IT. None of that shit. Then tell another mother-fucker NOT to do it. I’m NOT Elijah Muhammad.
(Got Malcolm X and the whole Nation of Islam speaking, believing, and teaching wholesomeness, truth, and living rightly with one wife under Allah. But out here screwing young females more than half his age in the nation having 4-5 babies out of wedlock–ain’t taking care of NOT ONE of them.)
I’m out here trick in’ money and swinging from trees, then broke-than-a-motherfucking-joke the next day, trying to keep up with the latest fads and these whores— NO WAY.
So anyway, I must digress.
From 2004-2010, we were there at Club Le’ Elegant. Everything was GOOD. We Making MONEY. GOOD MONEY. EXCELLENT MONEY. MORE THAN WE SEEN IN AWHILE.
One night there at Club Le Elegant was like 3-4 nights put together at the previous clubs. When you running doing that type of gig for a year, you get kind of SPOILED.
I mean go to the major Detroit casinos and drop like $300-$400 with the mentality like “IT’S NOTHING– FUCK IT. I’LL BE BACK.” Go to work for a week and make it ALL back.
STUPID-SHIT. YES, I DID STUPID SHIT. (I’M HUMAN TOO. I HAVE MY VICES)
But I quickly cut that shit out when I figured that’s how the game goes.
Club Le’ Elegant was a beautiful club. I mean I wish we could have set-up cameras back then. Really upscale entertainment. Because again, everybody that was everybody would show up. Concert promoters would come through. Because it was NEW and FRESH. We just BALLED OUT. NIGHT AFTER NIGHT. I remember, people would even be coming from out of town with Luxury Buses and Limousines all lined-up around the block of the club. Also, since it was connected to a Car Wash; Car Shows and Bikini Car Washes would be held in the parking lot.
Club Le’ Elegant was the perfect “PROVING GROUND” for DJ Kool Ken. His REAL-DJ LESSONS began there; and eventually, in about 2-years’ time our boss bought another club on the far east side of Detroit named CHI-CHI’S LOUNGE (Harper & Gratiot—Eastside of Detroit). I sent DJ Kool Ken over there.
[This could be said about the DJ’s in the Detroit Metropolitan-Area.]
Now what I did was when that club opened, interestingly enough.
When I got the job at Club Le’ Elegant, I was the Head-DJ there. I didn’t ask to be the head DJ either—IT WAS GIVEN TO ME.
I DESERVED IT. (WORKING 6-NIGHTS-A-WEEK; WITH ALL THE NIGHTS “BANGIN” — CONSISTENTLY!)
A lot of DJ’s was “HATING ON ME” because it’s hard enough getting 1-2 nights in a popular club. And be CONSISTENT?!? But, DO YOU got 6-Nights. (TRY THAT SHIT OUT!)
Anyway, the census with management was to get DJ Kool Ken over at this new club CHI-CHI’S LOUNGE, when it opens up 1st so he could make HIS MONEY.
*NOTE: THIS COULD BE SAID ALSO ABOUT THE DJ’S IN THE DETROIT METROPOLITAN-AREA:
The managers personally asked me what do you want to charge/or let the other DJs make at this new club. We’re coming to you DJ Darkbody.
I replied; “Make it $60 to start with– (…and this is where I kind of Fucked-Up…because I wanted to say $100 bad than a Motherfucker. We were making $125+ the bar + girls previously at LEE-LEE – a.k.a.: Club Le Elegant). I wanted to say $100. But I know if I did that, one of you so called Hoe-Ass-So-Called DJ’s in the Detroit … you sly-motherfuckers. I know ONE of you were going to slide in and undercut my man. Plus, I needed Kool Ken to get a feel for his own by having his own spot and making a name for himself. To put his name on it. To give him time to do that.
If I had gone and said $100; 4-Sho one of you DJs is coming in and say: “I’ll Do It for $75” or “I’ll Do It for $50”.
A DJ NOTE: [“THE LOWER YOUR PRICE…THEN THE LOWER YOUR VALUE AS A DJ OR ANY BUSINESS/COMPANY.”]
AND YOU WONDER WHY WE AS DJ…DON’T MAKE NO MOTHER-FUCKING MONEY?
EVERY TIME YOU DO THAT YOU COMPROMISE THE WHOLE MOTHER-FUCKING GAME. THE DJ GAME.
DJ’S IN DETROIT…DON’T MAKE DICK.
EVEN THE ONES ON THE RADIO.
DID YOU KNOW?
- “THE AVERAGE YEARLY SALARY OF A DJ YOU LISTEN TO THE RADIO IS ONLY $20,000.”
- “NUMBER OF STRIP CLUBS IN THE US — 4,000.”
- “ESTIMATED NUMBER OF STRIPPERS EMPLOYED BY US STRIP CLUBS — 400,000”
EVEN THE ONES IN THE NIGHTCLUBS DOWNTOWN–THEY NOT MAKING A WHOLE LOT.
AT LEAST, NOT WHAT-THE-FUCK THEY SHOULD BE MAKING. TRUST ME.
BECAUSE YOU GOT ANOTHER SLIMY-SO-CALLED-DJ “UNDERCUTTING”.
NOW YOU KNOW WHAT, YOU CAN’T FAULT AN OWNER OF A CLUB TO FIGHT WITH PAYING A DJ AND BE THRIFTY AND SHIT BUT, HERE’S A MESSAGE TO THOSE OWNERS: “YOU GET WHAT YOU PAY FOR.”
YOU SEE IF I’M AN OWNER OF A CLUB. I WOULD RATHER PAY SOMEONE I KNOW IS GOOD; PAY FOR THE SALT THEY ARE WORTH; THEN WE ALL MAKE MONEY.
THEN ALL THE DJ’S WOULD GET PAID!!!
LET ME TAKE THIS $50…OUT OF THE BASEMENT-ASS-NIGGA…NO SKILLS HAVING BECAUSE HE WORKING ON THEM…THE GIRLS DON’T LIKE HIM…HE GOT A FUCKING ATTITUDE…IT’S ALWAYS A HEADACHE…I GOT TO PUT HIM ON “DAY-SHIFT” JUST TO HOLD ON TO MY CLUB-TYPE DJ.
YOU AIN’T EVEN LOOKING AT THE FACT THAT…If you would have gone and paid the DJ an Extra FUCKING $50…YOU WOULDN’T BE GOING THROUGH NONE OF THAT SHIT.
ALWAYS CUTTING OFF YOUR NOSE TO SPITE YOUR FACE…IS WHAT I’M SAYING.
And those DJ Conferences and Summits—I got tired of going to them because you’ll be hearing the same DJ mother-fuckers with the same damn speech. That’s doing all the “UNDERCUTTING”. They would stand up and say:
“WE AS DJ’S NEED TO CUT THAT “UNDERCUTTING” SHIT OUT.”
“BITCH, YOU THE MAIN MOTHERFUCKER DOING IT.”
I GOT PROOF. I GOT NAMES AND EVERYTHING.
IT’S LIKE GOING TO CHURCH. WATCHING YOU PREACHER GIVE A SERMON ABOUT INFIDELITY IN MARRIAGES AND DESTRUCTIVE RELATIONSHIPS. BUT, YOU KNOW FOR A FACT HE FUCKING OTHER BITCHES AT THE CLUB AND IS KNOW TO BE RUDE and JUDGEMENTAL TO CHURCH MEMBERS AND STAFF. BUT HE STEADY READING THE BIBLE; TELLING YOU IT’S A SIN. YOU PLAY-DOH-CLAY-CAN-HEAD-MOTHER-FUCKER!
“THE HEAD-MOTHER-FUCKER” GAME.
IT’S EASY. WHATEVER YOU SEE IN FRONT OF YOU AND YOU DON’T LIKE SOMETHING OR SOMEONE…CALL THAT PERSON THAT.
- IF YOU SEE A STACK OF PLYWOOD AT YOUR LOCAL HARDWARE STORE YOU COULD SAY => “YOU PLY-WOOD HEAD MOTHER-FUCKER!”
- IF YOU’RE STANDING ON THE SIDE OF YOUR CAR OR DRIVING YOUR CAR YOU MIGHT SAY => “YOU HUBCAP-HEAD-MOTHER-FUCKER!”
- IF A CAN OF SOUP IS IN FRONT OF YOU WHILE YOU’RE AT THE GROCERY STORE YOU MIGHT SAY => “YOU CAMPBELL’S-SOUP CAN HEAD MOTHER-FUCKER!”
- IF YOU’RE IN YOUR HOME AND YOU HAPPEN TO WALK OVER AND TURN THE LAMP ON YOU COULD SAY => YOU LAMP-SHADE-HEAD-MOTHER-FUCKER!”
HAVE FUN WITH IT.
MORE ON THIS GAME AND THE “HEAD-MOTHER-FUCKER GAME” CHALLENGE LATER ON…
So that’s how I feel about those “UNDERCUTTING-HATING-ASS-DJs”. “I HAVE NEVER DONE IT.”
I’M NOT being a “HYPOCRITE” either; like: “Oh, yeah it was this one time when it was tight.” NO…NOT NEVER.
You know what my stick has ALWAYS been? When I go get a DJ Gig/Job. I walk in the door and I say:
- DO YOU NEED A DJ?
- IF THE YES, THEN, WHAT NIGHTS YOU GOT?
- WHAT’S YOUR WORST NIGHT? (More Than Likely, I want the worst night…)
MY STICK: GIVE ME YOUR WORST NIGHT. GIVE ME 4-WEEKS AND IN THOSE 4-WEEKS, IT WILL BE YOU’RE FUCKING BEST NIGHT.
I have pulled that off, time and time again. Unbelievably. Even I can’t BELIEVE it sometimes.
NOBODY TAUGHT ME THAT.
I just figured that’s more than enough time for everybody (customers, staff, dancers, etc.) to get acquainted, and the club/spot is going to “DO WHAT IT DO!” 1-month/4-weeks; plenty of time.
**The book is about DJ’s, and I got to talk about how we do each other…the envy and the little greed. We already DON’T GET SHIT. Then we fighting for over that. Then you hear fools talking about “HE FELL-OFF AS A DJ” **
YOU CAN SAY ALL THAT SHIT ABOUT ME ALL YOU WANT, BUT I’M KNOW I’M WORTH MY SALT. I BE DAMNED IF I WORK IN ANOTHER CLUB EVER-THE-FUCK AGAIN AND NOT GET PAID AT THE END OF THE NIGHT—SOMEONE FUCKING WITH MY MONEY. I’D HAVE TO CHASE BITCHES OUT THE DOOR FOR A DANCER’S TIP-OUT AT THE END OF THE NIGHT JUST TO FEED MY FAMILY?
AND ANOTHER THING…
EVERYBODY IN THE NIGHTCLUB GETS A CHECK. CHECK THIS STRUCTURE OUT:
*“HERE’S THE STRUCTURE OF THE STRIP CLUB/NIGHTCLUB” *
- THE VALET PARKING ATTENDANT = “GET’S A CHECK”
- SECURITY GUARDS = “GETS A CHECK”
- DANCERS/STRIPPERS (ON-PAYROLL) = ”GETS A CHECK”
- THE BARTENDER = “GET’S A CHECK”
- THE WAITRESS = “GETS A CHECK”
- THE SHOT-GLASS GIRLS = “GETS A CHECK”
- THE MANAGER = “GETS A CHECK”
UH, YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO BE PAID TIP-OUT!
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?!?
But I’m promoting the club—Making Announcements In The Club—I’m Passing out Flyers—Telling people in the streets about the spot (Word-of-Mouth/Guerrilla Marketing) I’ve gotten commercial spots on the radio for some clubs.
And then they want ALL THE CREDIT—and ALL THE GLORY. Then want to SHUT-THE-DOOR IN YOUR FUCKING FACE. I GOT TIRED OF THAT.
It’s still some of you stank-breath-ass DJs still out here right now, STILL dealing with that SAME SHIT. More Power to You. You can have it.
I just got back from Cleveland, Ohio DJing a gig and got more LOVE. When I left this motherfucker (Detroit). UNBELIEVABLE!!! White people, Chinese people, etc. I met one guy with a handlebar mustache–HE WAS COOL!!! But here—in Detroit—everybody is dog-eat-dog and when you read this part. You’ll probably call me a “BITCH-ASS-NIGGA,” and say that–“He Got His Heart On His Sleeve, Uh-Huh”.
Naw, I’m talking about YOU Mother-fuckers. I’ve been saying this SHIT—This ain’t nothing new. You HOES are STILL out here doing that type of SHIT. But like I said, you can have that. I’m DONE. You could say “I FELL OFF”—WHATEVER. Let someone else DO that shit.
Let someone walk up to me and say:
“We want you to DJ. Whatever your prices are—WE GOT YOU! Here is YOUR PAYROLL—Here’s YOUR TICKET— I’ll BE THERE.
When “D” was my boss at Club Le’ Elegant he would pay me every night. I use to get a white envelope from him and I wouldn’t open it up. 3-4 envelopes of them in a box at my crib and wouldn’t u open then until 3-4 days later.
I got 15…20…25 Girls –@ $10 a head…DO THE MATH!!! I got customers paying me bread (MONEY)—I’m Slangin’ my MIXTAPES—GRINDING—BECAUSE IF YOU DON’T GRIND…YOU DON’T SHINE. It’s a BEAUTIFUL THING WHEN EVERYTHING GOES RIGHT. EVERYBODY gets their bread (MONEY). EVERYBODY GOES HOME, we meet back up in the club the next day or night and DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN. I’ll come to WORK for YOU FOREVER! I was doing 8 to 9 hours EASY. Everybody else is closed. We at the club—OPEN ‘TILL 4 A.M.
***This Detroit, Michigan—EVERYTHING IS CLOSED AT 2 A.M.***
4 o’clock in the morning and we still in this Motherfuckin’ club—Partying. Getting cussed out by my wife at home—but not for long—toss her an envelope full of MONEY to her and tell her:
“Here Boo, COUNT THAT! Oh, Shit—I ain’t even went in the OTHER pocket—DAMN!”
It be looking like you SELLIN’ DOPE!!!
So, I just wanted to say that, to say this—I don’t want to sound like a REVOLUTIONARY or a GRASS-ROOTS (DJ) Motherfucker—talking about WE NEED TO COME TOGETHER…BLAH…BLAH…BLAH.
You need to have—COMMON SENSE. And be AWARE OF YOUR ACTIONS! They HURT MORE than just that ONE Motherfucker you trying to UNDER-CUT. It’s going to eventually BITE YOU IN YOUR OWN ASS! When have your own residency/club/event that YOU BLOW UP and make it club popular from your hard work—
The Manager walks ups, just as proud, and hands you over ($50) fifty bucks for the night—while THEY made $5,000—and they tell you—SEE YOU TOMORROW!
What The Fuck?!?! How are you going to FEEL THEN? Hey DON’T GET MAD—YOU AGREED TO THIS SHIT.
I’m talking about motherfucking DJ’s who are reputable—well-known names—you know who the FUCK YOU ARE. I’M NOT ABOUT TO DO A TELL-ALL—Maybe in: “GANGSTERS, STRIPPERS & TIPPERS: MEMOIRS OF A DJ” (Part II) or under another name —MOTHERFUCKER—I might. Let’s see how the sales go on this one BITCH.
DJ KOOL KEN. That’s is MY DAWG—MY DJ!!!
Shout out to the whole “D” (a.k.a.: DETROIT)
I want to shout out to something that may be in a negative light to me and my city– to these motherfuckers that have been screaming bad about Detroit—talking shit—folks in Chicago, Dallas, etc. All these other cities—every time we beat someone’s ass—be in the news–they want to take small POT SHOTS or say a QUICK STANDING JOKE toward–us as Detroiters–and about our city. You know what, look at me—I’m going to tell you this one time—Look at Me and then look in the MIRROR, motherfucker. That’s what you are looking at. Just like things that are happening to me or in our city—it can happen to YOU—while you are RIDING HIGH. Everybody understand that. While you are riding high on YOUR SHIT and YOUR CONFERENCES are full right now—instead of helping me you’re talking shit. I thought it was THE UNITED STATES—YOU DUMB B*TCHES!
See if you tell me you’re HURTING—I’M SUPPOSE TO SAY— “Ok brother, let me LIFT YOU UP—let me GIVE YOU A HAND”. I AIN’T SUPPOSE TO SPIT ON YOU AND KICK YOU WHILE YOU’RE DOWN. But you know what? I RELISH THAT SHIT. Because just like these motherfuckers around here say—and just like we do—from The Eastside to The West Side—IT’S DETROIT VS. EVERYBODY. Shouts out to Southwest Detroit too.
Now on that note, you motherfuckers that be hating on DETROIT—EAT A DICK! IT’S DJ DARKBODY. I’M DONE.