Settle 4 LeS & Bun B. Shot by Third World TV.

They’ve technically been in the sam room before but I’ll be damned if Settle 4 LeS doesn’t represent everything non-stoners love about Curren$y. Spitta’s work ethic has been touched upon heavily, a night and day barrage of freestyles, songs, quick strikes, “musical things that occur in a studio with recording equipment”, you get the point. In the last two years, no one in Houston has released more product than the Boss Hogg lieutenant. It also means there’s a heavy catalog to even think about running through when it comes to a performance.

Ironically, there might not necessarily be a need to pluck the songs titles out of LeS’ arsenal. With a track record that sits somewhere near the hundreds, all LeS and his resident DJ Mr. Rogers have to do is appeal to what makes LeS great: his slick demeanor, his ability to seemingly make his aggression funnel into a cloud of weed smoke and have numerous rappers on speed dial.

So LeS, after running through pieces of Menace and Settle 4 Le$ Vol. 2 brought Killa Kyleon on stage, then MUG, then Delo, then Propain, then Doughbeezy before finally giving way to Slim Thug for “Smokin’ Exotic” and the Boss Hogg bridge between he, Killa & Slim known as “O.C.D” from Slim’s Houston mixtape. That mid-section part, where he essentially just said “Forget it, I’m letting Houston eat too at my own show?” was crazy to behold. At the end, after engaging the crowd with one of the greatest quotes you could deliver about paying homage – “I might fight you if you don’t have your hand up for Pimp C”, Bun B came out to rousing cheers (what else?) and a performance of “Get Throwed”.

Did we want “Mothership”, did we want “G Shit”? LeS indulged us with his verse from the June 27th tribute he did a year ago but all the cards were in his hand last night. What we got, we divulged and left walking away throughly satisfied.

LeS slight tweak on West Coast meets Houston aesthetics did give way to an interesting bill before him. Yes, DJ Mr. Rogers did things only DJ Mr. Rogers does like layer current hits above classic Houston rap records in a sort of educational moment while wearing a t-shirt. He also let it be known that Roosh Williams might have “next” and also might be fighting everyone like a man in a phone booth rapping wise for the next few months or so.

Roosh did one verse during Dex’s set (that was neat having seen it before at SXSW), executing the sort of flawless breath control and pitch that makes him overwhelmingly enjoyable live (it was our third time seeing him following SXSW) yet disappointing. It’s disappointing because a man with that sort of technical appeal to rapping will commonly be seen as an after thought when in actuality, he should be somewhere at the dinner table eating a turkey leg. Also, he has a song with Doughbeezy – that only seven people in the world have heard and could have the feel of a neutron bomb if it were released. A “Free The Song, Roosh” campaign has been enacted, effective immediately.

It would be unfair of us to remotely forget Amber London. We’ve already compared her to a female MC Eiht in the flesh with her nostalgic wave of Menace 2 Society/Compton’s Most Wanted  histrionics but seeing it live, it makes you question things. For example, when she let the steel drums loose for “Low MF Key” she probably stared a hole into someone and dared them to disapprove of what they were seeing. She’s less frightening off stage but her Aaliyah Meets O-Dog look is strikingly deceptive.

It also gives way to creating the entire hierarchy of female rappers in Houston. Yes, there’s Tawn P and there’s UZOY La Pistola (who also performed and continued her string of head nodding stage works)  but do the likes of London & Kickback Sunday favorite Lyric give heed to something more, dare we even say a Female Rapper Division with merit in Houston? Time will tell.

After the show, LeS, clad in black frames, a three quarter sleeved black shirt from The Dope Game and Jordans stopped to pose for pictures with fans and conduct interviews. Near the end, his mom came up to the Fitzgerald’s stage and hugged him. He smiled. On the first leg of the biggest chock of performances he’s done, he seemed rather at ease with everything, despite the instant celebrity he had just garnered.

Gangstas still can be humble after all.

Personal Note: We need a tank top to survive upcoming Houston rap shows. It’s a must.

The Crowd: Light skinned, filled with women with big eyes and particularly curvy frames. This look was slightly off-set by one kid who earned super stripes by being on beat throughout LeS’ set, yet stumbled over nearly every word. Sparse, yet interesting.

Random Note: Three notes actually. The first being that Slim Thug is sometimes too damn tall for his own good, not to mention he came clad in the “South Beach” LeBron 9s and a Miami Heat championship hat. Me thinks Thugga stood in front of Eddy Curry all season.

Note Two: We were without a camera man. We were asked, “Where’s your cameraman?” We assumed he was at a bank or something counting money like Scrooge McDuck. So Third World TV gets credit. There also featured here as well.

Note three, there was a giant argument about sneakers in the upstairs portion of the venue. Propain of course loves his kicks and bet his collection against anyone else’s in the room. And then Bun B walked in which immediately ends any argument about shoe colections, rappers and any combination about shoe collection & rappers.