Rakim at Numbers, 7/15/2014

Photos by Marco Torres
Rakim, D-Risha
July 15, 2014

"That was just sound check."

Forty minutes into his headlining show at Numbers, Rakim had barely broken a sweat. It's quite possible his inability to even let a bead drop from his head comes from a near three-decade presence onstage and beyond. It's also rumored that he has yet to be bested on a microphone and walks the Earth searching for challengers like Caine in Kung Fu. Whatever it is, Rakim is effortlessly cool, a rap legend in mint condition that refuses to be anything other than a legend.

Tuesday night, Lunaface celebrated its 7th year of existence by bringing to the stage hip-hop's first true lyrical MC. It didn't necessarily matter who opened for Rakim or even how long Def Jam Blaster spun through intermissions looking to reach people with classic rap records, everyone knew exactly why they were there. It felt more like a relic, a situated hub of classic rap, traditionalism and more.

True to his nature, The God MC sauntered onto the stage to rousing applause, wearing a plaid red shirt, red doo-rag and matching Yankees hat. The opening chords of "Holy Are You" played, almost as if he was stepping to a podium to deliver a sermon for hip-hop.

"Houston, y'all ready for the God MC Rakim?!" DJ 33 & 1/3rd asked the crowd after nearly every track on the set list, some 18 songs deep and spanning each of Ra's four decades of lyrical slaughter. "Microphone Fiend" led to four minutes of breath control and execution, "Don't Sweat the Technique" filtered through squeaked out female rap voices doing their best to attempt to be Rakim themselves. This is what happens with a Lunaface crowd. You never truly know what the ages may range from but the crowd solely rides upon their enjoyment of music.

Indeed, D-Risha continued rippling through what makes him a figure in Houston rap without necessarily living in the traditional realm of Houston rap. He battled through the crowd, mostly stale faces with a few supporters scattered throughout, to perform his own version of "Ebonics" and Houston slang. He kept making sure to yell "FUCK D-RISHA" at every opportunity.

I'll admit this openly. Rakim sort of became one of my first favorite rappers as a child. Your life when it comes to music deals in multiple vicissitudes, mutations, elevations, all of those things. People think you shouldn't grow with hip-hop, that old hip-hop should be segregated and remain in a time warp when the majority of us grew up on it.

There are legacies in rap and then there's that of Rakim -- the man who wound up begatting sons all over the country, worldwide and beyond. Tuesday night was a history lesson for all of us in attendance. School is forever in session when discussing the God MC.

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300 Westheimer, Houston, TX

Category: Music

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@_brandoc Thank you!! It mimicked a custom made hat that his daughter wears.the cake was black with red trim. Not sure what "radio ready rapper" means but appreciate the love, I think. :) Peace and Love  


Nice write up but "Older blacks" dang..I guess that what we are now. LOL..

The God put on a great show but that other trash before it was for the birds. Forgive my harsh tone, I am low on sleep, a bit delirious and feverishly stuffing my face with homemade chicken salad from Saturday night..at the moment..

I have only been to numbers twice, once for a Devin the Dude/Coughee Brothers show and stood on stage the entire time and this time to see The GOD! Being on the floor in the crowd provided a different viewpoint. 

While I zoned out from the pure "nothingness" that was the pre-set I noticed Club Numbers is old as hell and there is a lot of dust on the ceilings. The restrooms reeked of urine and would at least 1 beer on tap kill somebody! OH, There were these kids that were smoking that "ooo weee" in the crowd and the little worker just yelled at them and took it! Hilarious.. they simply went back to "breaking" on the concrete, dirty ass floor. 

I digress.. and should potentially get a LIFE but I had to get this off my chest.

But the GOD was great and I really enjoyed seeing and hearing the "Older Blacks" spit his rhymes word for word. Probably how I would be at a Brandy concert.. Yea, I'm old. 

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