The submitter of this photo swears that the following story is 100% true. No posse was hidden in the car with their discreet video cameras and slow-smirks blazing, but maybe this was a masterpiece of NYC subway performance art all the same:
“When I ride the R train I like to beatbox. If I hold my hand out sometimes people give me money, other times I get dap from the youngsters (it’s a sign of respect apparently), but most of the time people try to ignore me as I remind them that even after all these years It’s (still) All About The Benjamins.
This day was different. On this day my musical stylings were matched by this lyrical genius. He tilted his hat, folded his newspaper and proceeded to be the Fresh Prince to my Jazzy Jeff. We held the train under the spell of our call-and-response. We channeled the greats from an almost forgotten era…Pete Rock & CL Smooth, Premier & Guru (RIP), Eric B. & Rakim. For a brief moment, time stopped. We were a two-man revolution. There were no contenders. We never spoke again.”
- Khris Pants