Member Since: 9/22/2006
Band Website: soundclick.com/spitvishiss
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Influences: Sex, Drugs, Money, Power, and Pistols.
Sounds Like: Tonight is a first for 22-year-old white MC Vishiss. He has signed up for the last slot of the night, a 15-minute feature performance. Word has circulated about the rapper from Downriver. He has never performed at the Lush before and the crowd here usually meets first-timers with unforgiving ambivalence. But Vishiss is different. A few weeks ago he signed to Dreamworks, one of the biggest record labels in the world. He..s here for the street cred.
As the last open mic participants leave the stage, Vishiss.. introductory backing tracks start booming over the sound system. Quick as a wink four security guards in black flak jackets clear a path and the blond-coifed MC enters the spotlight with his entourage.
He sports an oversized black and green jersey. Under the shadow of his side-cocked baseball cap his face is pale and sweaty. His bare-knuckled introduction shows he has something to prove.
..Where the fuck are the Lyrical Assassins?.. he screams into the microphone. Apparently, there..s a bit of tension between Vishiss and the local Lyrical Assassins. ..Where the fuck are the bitch-ass Lyrical Assassins faggots?..
The security thugs eye the room for a response. When Vishiss finally launches into ..Detroit 9000,.. a slickly produced tribute to violent Detroit street life, the place explodes. Even if Vishiss isn..t a Lush vet, his well-planned debut is impressive. And it isn..t hard to spot his family members around the room, shiny-faced and beaming with pride.
He works though his short set with raucous enthusiasm, spitting sure-footed braggart rhymes at a dizzying speed. Watching him perform you can imagine the chorus of record execs cooing of the next Slim Shady, ..We..re going to make this kid a star... His performance concludes the night with furious attitude.
Out on the sidewalk afterward he is engulfed by his security, a camera crew from a local TV station, and a team of managers and friends. People pour out of the club and spill onto the street. Four plainclothes cops have showed up. The place is chaotic and Vishiss is in the eye of the hurricane. ..It..s like this every week,.. one bouncer says, shaking his head.
..I..ve been locked up my whole life and I..m a fuckin.. white boy,.. Vishiss says to a camera crew from the local WB affiliate. ..What can you say to that? You ain..t used to no white boy like me. I..ve had bullets fly by over my head and I..ve been shootin.. the bullets over people..s heads. That..s how I get down...
When the camera crew packs up and things settle down, his story softens. ..I..m just trying to make in and tired of struggling,.. he says, under the close supervision of his manager. If he..s being a little too honest, it could be that this is one of the first interviews he..s ever done. ..I..m doing what I do best and the deal with Dreamworks saved my life. This might have been the first night that people have seen me here, but people are going to be seeing me everywhere...
There is an edge in his voice; it..s obvious he believes every word, but at 2 in the morning its hard not to be desensitized to grandiose proclamations. This night belongs to Vishiss; next Wednesday it will be the same story with different characters. While the bouncers lock up, three guys remain on the corner in front of Lush freestyling come-on lines to two girls.
..I..m kind of drunk and it..s late, but I..m tryin..,.. one of them says with a clumsy rhythmic delivery. The girls walk away laughing, leaving the guys without an audience. There..s always next week.
MARQUEE
Record Label: Spitco
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