My Beat Battle Experience

So I went to that beat battle, I was blogging about for like a month I think….

Anywho, I learned a lot and thus I got a story to tell (cc. Biggie).

So, first off I’ll side track real quick and tell a side story. Yes, this will be a long ass read but I got you tube footage so it’ll be worth is.

Anyway, as for my side story. Man, I was supposed to meet E-Rich at the light rail stop at 8 because my phone is broken. At that point, I could send out texts but I couldn’t keep my phone on for long because the motherfucker keeps dying (I ordered me another one today!). So at like 7:50, I text this nigga like “where you at?” and he goes, “the mc donalds up the street by the light rail”. I walk up there and that sonofabitch was not in there! So, its 2 other mc donalds within walking distance of the light rail. I went to all 3 of them shits. He was in none of them.

I went to Sonar and look was there, motherfucking E-RICH.

Just wanted to type that up real quick lol.

As for the battle…..

I got to the club probably like 20 minutes in the joint, I heard my name on the loudspeaker for the first time. “Is Malcolm Maximillion in the building”. I felt important lol. I went backstage met up with the guy who coordinates Speakerboxing and talked to Shaka Pitts aka Spitts McMahon for a minute. The battle was supposed to start at 9:30, but due to them looking for motherfuckers it started at 10 (artist please be on time). They gave away a slot because someone didn’t show up too.

The battle was tournament style. 16 producers. First round in it was gonna be 8 battles. Whoever Shaka picked out the jar first was going first and the person he picked after that was going second. They had 4 judges and the only one I can remember is my nigga, Labtekwon, the king of independent rap in Baltimore. A lot of people pop shit about other independent rappers in Baltimore but Labtekwon is one of the ones who pioneered this shit. He is also one of the ones that just raps and doesn’t actually hold a 9 to 5. If they had a split decision they’d go to the crowd. If it sounded alike in the crowded, you’d get to play an extra beat and start all over again.

I stood in front of the stage with E-Rich, T-Jay, and N.I.K.E. for the first round. I noticed a lot of dickriding going on though. I’m not gonna say it was from the judges, I’m just gonna say that a lot of people that should have gotten further didn’t because of dickriders. But what event doesn’t have dickriders?

Quick intermission. The motherfucker that took the open slot got on stage and played some wack ass Biggie remix he made. At first niggas thought it was a scratch until Big kept spitting. Shaka commanded the DJ to turn that shit the fuck off and we boo’d the shit out of that dude.

Back to the story.

It felt like I’d never get called to go up and play my shit. Then Shaka Pitts says “I don’t make this shit up. This nigga name is Malcolm Maximillion”. I said peace to E-Rich and jumped on stage. Handed the dude my beat cd and told him play #3. I was going against some dude named Text, as in message motherfucker (word to Shaka lol). I was called first, so I had to go first.



The name of the beat I played is called “Down” (click the name of the beat if you want to hear it), its actually the remix to Nas’ “Shootouts”, so be on the lookout for that. Only other people to hear that shit prior that night was Dom and GQ of Mizfitz Soundz. As I played that shit, I just did what I do when I’m making shit and I’m alone. Bob and throw my motherfucking hands around uncontrollably. Certain sections in the crowd went nuts (only the sections with the dickriders didn’t go nuts cause you know, they were dick riding).

Text played his shit and it was actually a really good beat. I honestly feel like I took that though. My fucking introduction to the beat down to the drum pattern was just overall better than dudes. But the judges gave a split decision. So it went to the crowd. I got over though. For a minute I thought I was gonna have to go another round so I looked at my MP3 player to see what beat to play next. But surprisingly I won.

Next round came about and I was in battle 4 which was the last battle for that round against Woc Beats (spellcheck?). This time, he had to go first.



His first beat was pretty cool. Nice drums on it. But it wasn’t a lot of changeups and what nots. So after hearing that shit, I thought to myself, “Fuck it play Adrenaline” (click the beat to hear it). I told the DJ to play track one. Now a lot of ya’ll might of seen or heard parts of Adrenaline due to the epic you tube video, “Arguments”. I went back and added some drum break downs to it so I could properly mix the damn song.

Now here is where dickriders coming into place. His beat was no where near fucking with mine and you can hear one of his dickriders yelling, “ONE!!!” while my shit is playing. But after that tom roll break down I knew I had that shit. That shit was undeniable or at least to me it was.

Anyway, Woc went again and played his beat. No changeups again. I honestly like his first beat better. So I said “Fuck it, play “God Stepson Pt. 2”” (click the name of the beat to hear it). Man I played that shit and the middle section (again the section without the dickriders) went fucking nuts.

So here we are again at the judging table. The same shit that happened in the first round happened in this one. MOTHERFUCKING SPLIT DECISION.

I thought to myself, “Shit, I’m about to get robbed” and as sure as shit smells those dickriders didn’t not let Woc down (no offense to the dude). I was booted out of the comp coming in at 5th.

I left the stage and everyone backstage was like “Yo, you got robbed”. I went to go meet up with E-Rich and all the people in the middle was just walking up to me saying “That’s fucked up, you won that one”. This one lady was like “I was rooting for you” and I gave her a hug cause a nigga needed one lol.

So I dip out of that place and head outside only to hear.

“YO, SOMEBODY GET THAT NIGGA’S INFORMATION!!!!!”. I looked over and was like “Me?” and dude is like “Yeah, you”. So we talked for a minute and first thing he says is “Not to say you got robbed but yo, you already know”. Anyway he’s a rapper and he wouldn’t stop telling me how he could put my shit out there and get me money. He took off his shades, his hat, and had one of his goons take my number down in his I-Phone, just to tell me he’d give me gwap if I needed it. Fuck yeah I need gwap, they don’t call me millionaire for no reason nigga!

Fuck all that, I wanted to hear dude spit so like the person I am, I pulled out the camera and got a lil cypher going. I went first and then let dude go. I fucked up at the end of mine cause I ran out of breathe and I hardly remembered that verse. He was kinda drunk so he basically did 8 bars and was like “yeah” and the T-Jay turned off the camera.



First thing N.I.K.E. said was “Yo, you Kanye Westing niggas now!?” lol.

After that I went to moms house and fucking slept. I didn’t get over there until 2:30am. Woke up like 9am and left to go back to my apartment. I got home probably like 12:30 and took a nap around 3 and woke up at 6.

That’s pretty much how the beat battle went in a nutshell though. Now I know how Yung Berg feels.

Before I forget, FUCK THE DICKRIDERS. Millionaire Radio and Mizfitz Soundz all day!

Now to get those “Millionaire” shirts made. They won’t rob me next time, I won’t give them a chance to! Next time I’m gonna be top 4.