Women of all flavors in here looking luscious/ man in one hand, the other hand they’ clutch is/ concert buzz on the lips of the patrons/ Old School grooves attempt to serve the patience/patients/ iPhone pics flash/ over priced liquor splashed/ cheap date not today everyone is here/ unlicensed drivers get a glimpse of the stage/ as well as cool kids, gangsters, old heads and gays/ Yankee snapbacks and fitteds’/ home made tees’ tight jeans/ exquisite tall heels reign supreme/ as the curvy women strut/ all mens’ eyes go from butt to butt to butt, but you know what?/ Brooklyn apparel gives reference to origins of reference of half of the Throne they said not to throw rocks at/ however the crowd would soon throw ROC’s back/ 40+ plus songs/ 120 minutes/ well worth the wait real talk no gimmicks/ the guy from the Chi’ wore a leather kilt I, nor the people really cared, the Air Yezzy’s were fly/ the show began late suddenly with a loud pop/ They went H.A.M./ The Throne stood by as the crowd watched/ High square stages/ separated the fans from their favorite rappers as bars were traded/ the nosebleed section screamed in amazement/ meanwhile adjacent/ the American flag fell from the rafters/ Otis Redding’s voice preceded the rappers/ that bounced through the beat with the greatest of ease/ as the song neared its end the front row ladies would scream/ A dream come true to see 2 headliners/ on the same bill I’m like Hey Mama I understand that you happy but watch my kicks like Jay said in that song’ these jawns are sick/ Seemed like Ye’ & the light man carried some grudges/ Idk why they couldn’t get it right with a VMA budget/ When he no longer got it wrong All Of The Lights cam on/ not the ones to the house I’m talking bout the song/ the performances were impeccable/ seemingly stopped time/ I swear even the ushers’ were throwing the ROC sign/ no 2 men should have all that POWER/ captivating the crowd hour after hour/ They went into OT/ the crowd did OD/ Ye’ said thanks, Jay said “Peace”/ They exited stage left, the crowds on their feet/ “Encore” chants from the ones that won’t leave/ “We’re gonna skate to one song and one song, only/ for the third time the fish fillet was ordered by shorty/ then as Jay Did before, when He asked aboard, what the hell are you waiting for? On comes ENCORE/ camera phones start flashing/ they left as they came top billing & high fashion forever changed the game/ for the ones in the bleachers/ I thought to myself, wait there were no features/ I thank Gloria & Donda for giving us kids’ that made a living off inspiring cause thats what it did/ As seen from a man whose a fan seat 8 Row 17/ Section 134.