D12

Yo, peeps, let me drop some real talk straight from the heart of Detroit about that Obie Trice concert. So, Obie rolls up on stage, swearin' up and down like he's stone-cold sober, but yo, the vibes were tellin' a different story, if ya catch my drift. Homeboy starts spittin' his rhymes, but then he's eyeballin' the ladies in the crowd like they're some kinda buffet, talkin' 'bout comin' to on their bodies and whatnot. Like, bruh, you gotta keep it real with the fans, not actin' all sketchy and disrespectful. And don't even get me started on the performance itself. Dude couldn't find his flow if it hit him in the face. It was like watchin' a car crash in slow motion, no rhythm, no energy, just straight-up disappointment. Look, Obie, we love ya, but you gotta come correct next time. Detroit don't play when it comes to hip-hop, and we deserve better than this half-baked mess. Peace. 4 stars for shock factor