Mr. Carter and company hit the Bamboozle 2011 stage last night at Giants Stadium (well actually outside of Giants Stadium, but you get the point) and performed every song, freestyle and feature he’s graced over the past 3 years. I caught a last minute hook up to the show yesterday and since I’ve never attended one of these festivals before, I wasn’t letting this opportunity pass me by.

Let me tell you motherfuckers about THIS SHIT! First all, everyone was either drunk, high or on E, I’m sure of it. I was the former since I can’t handle smoking weed without laughing all the damn time and popping an ePill would only secure the notion I’m not built for that type of life. The beers were 9 GOD DAMN DOLLARS, but I wasn’t surprised given the state of the economy and the actual facility. I saw more black folks on stage performing than I did watching the shows, which is another story/post for a later date.

As SOON as I pulled into the parking lot, it dawned on me that THIS is their Summer Jam. And by THEIR I’m talking about those rambunctious white kids that swarmed the stadium. Only difference, they’re to busy yelling and having a good time with each other to be throwing sets, worrying about someones outfit and/or selling their latest mixtape: they were their to actually enjoy the show. The Spitter stage played host to Machine Gun Kelly, Diggy Simmons, Pusha T, Lil B (skipped his set), Freddie Gibbs and Big Sean. All names mentioned conducted dope sets. Minus the fact that it was FUCKING FREEZING, I had myself a good time.

Before scurrying over to the main stage for Wayne’s performance, Red Bull had some type of artist tent in the back where we discovered not only did they have an open bar (which I DIDN’T get a chance to take advantage of), but they also had an X-Box set up with NBA Jam on it. And since I’m a manchild, I played two games straight yelling and screaming at the top of my lungs everytime I dunked on someone. That probably ruined my chances of being bagged by one of those hippie broads who to be honest I wouldn’t mind having on my arm at some point during the Summer lol.

Shortly after, I saw the big sis Sarah C. (she works heavy in the Young Money/Cash Money camp) enter the tent which only meant one thing: Mr. Carter and company were near. So, we (Ernest, Kaz and Belle) scurried back to The Spitter’s Stage, saw Sean’s set, waited for Kaz to conduct his interview for The Source Magazine and bolted over to the stage as if Jesus was arriving in 10 minutes. Of course not everyone had a backstage pass, so like true Swindlers we came up with a plan that would lead all of us inside without complication.

I walked in first with my Sunny’s (code name for sunglasses. Mama LowKey came up with that) on as if I belonged, which I didn’t and everyone followed suit. See, security guards can only catch so many things when it comes to locating credentials and such. If the first two people have the correct badges, wristbands or whatever, chances are everyone else does too. And with it being damn near pitch black and ALL of us moving at a QUICK pace, she couldn’t help but say “Go” to everyone. #SwindleAchieved.

So when we get to the stage, Wayne and his dreads are already on stage going in opposite directions of his body- just look at the video and you’ll understand that description. But here’s the problem: we can’t see shit. You know how on every big stage, there’s a gap between the audience and the actual stage? Well yeah, that’s where we landed. But the problem was, EVERYONE ELSE thought it would be a good idea to do the same thing. Picture 90 security guards and about 50 random fucktards going head to head against each other. What did we do? Became one of those fucktards and attempted to push our way through to get a better view. Hell no that shit didn’t work, but you can best believe it was FUN AS SHIT lmao!

No worries, since we had these cool badges around our necks, we didn’t get thrown completely out the space, we just posted up on the side. Ernest posted first, I stood behind him and Kaz stood next to me and Belle posted behind me. For about the next 20 minutes, we jammed along to every Wayne lyric as if this would be our last concert on earth. Yeah, we were groupies but so the fuck what: IT WAS FUN! And no, we didn’t SEE Wayne perform not ONE song, but we heard it all. We saw some crowd surfers, some 90 odd people get tossed over the barricade and escorted out (real rockstar shit though). If I had to do it all again? You bet your ass I’d gear up and head right back out there tonight if I could. Ahhh, what a rush! Ok, bye!

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