But she doesn’t love us in the same way that your grandma loves you. She doesn’t want to bake you cookies or tousle your hair. No, she loves us in that freak-nasty, look-where-I-can-put-my-leg kind of way. Basically, she wants to fuck our brains out. Which kind of makes up for the fact that her show, all 60 minutes of it, was really a lackluster parade of old beats and late ’90s hip-hop standards.
I hate saying that about Lil’ Kim. I mean, she’s the Queen Bee, the Original Bitch, the Black Barbie. And she’s a felon. She’s done hard time. But maybe she lost a little something during her year spent in the Philadelphia Federal Detention Center. For a woman who plied her trade in extreme raunch (read the lyrics to “Suck My Dick“), her vanilla show left a little to be desired.
Of all the shows I have ever attended at Higher Ground, this is the first where I have been greeted at the door by a pat-down. I kind of liked it. It made me feel like the show I was about to see had some element of danger. Like there was going to be some sort of Hot 97-esque shootout. You know, with all our rival hip-hop crews here in Vermont.