Ever since the institution known as Yo, Son! moved from Chop Suey down the way to Neumo's, several promoters have tried to get Sundays at its original home base cracking once again--but with little success. A steady hiphop night at Chop Suey would be ideal since its comfy, kitschy atmosphere is still a great place to enjoy banging beats. The newest night to give it a go there is called Juicy--which was an enjoyable if sparsely attended event when it was previously at the Vesper Lounge. The DJ lineup on this "classic hiphop party flavor" event consists of Tone, Sabzi, Bles One, and Marc Sense and is hosted by MCs Geologic (Blue Scholars) and E-Real (Uni-verse-All/Black Anger). It's starting on July 4 and, yes, it's free for now. From the vibe I saw at its earlier incarnation, the Capitol Hill club should be a good fit, so hopefully, with y'all's support, it'll jump off. My only question is, can I still get those bomb-ass lumpias like before?

Word is, last week's M.O.P./Pharoahe Monch show was off the hook--and poorly attended in true Seattle funny-style. A damn shame considering these fellas' pedigrees as some of N.Y.'s finest: M.O.P., the oh-so-hardcore Brownsville bullies, and Monch, simply one of the finest MCs to ever handle a Shure. Monch, of course, was one-half of legendary duo Organized Konfusion (cop the whole catalog, people)--who were rumored to be reuniting (plus longtime collaborator OC)--until the other half, Prince Po, started bitterly airing Pharoahe out due to his impatience with his former partner. C'est la vie. It's now well known that the label-less Monch is doing his damnedest to secure a deal with the 500 lb. gorilla known as Shady Records. If it goes down, Marshall might just have the game in a headlock. Watch Out Now!

Speaking of underground heroes making good, I know you were probably as enthused as I was when you heard M.O.P. were signing to Roc-a-Fella. So why the hell hasn't an album dropped yet? Luckily Billy and Fame have been on their grizzlie in the interim, dropping mad product, including the dome-cracking Mash Out Posse album--an incredible metal-tinged rock/rap collabo with fellow Bucktowners Shiner Massive. This is no cheesy Linkin Park type thing, it's straight-up assbeating Brooklyn brutality the way you like it. Cop that shit--it's better than a sixer of Sparks to get your heart palpitating. Mosh pit, anyone?

Of course, nothing satisfies that itch better than good 'ol rap beef--since Jigga and Nas mixed it up, that one's a surefire crowd pleaser. But do you really care if Trina is taking shots at Jacki-O? Or if former Major Figga and Cash Money soldier Gillie the Kid calls out Freeway? Yeah, me neither. Gimme a battle worth paying attention to, please (Joe Budden, this means you).

Lastly, it seems like fallen, uh, angel DMX attempted to steal someone's truck recently by impersonating a federal agent. Please X, for Boomer's sake--leave the scripts alone for a minute and get off that shit. I still got love for ya. What happened to you becoming a preacher like Mase?

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