Rech labored down the two flights of stairs, with slight apprehension about what he was about to see. A patient of this potential caliber hadn’t walked into his office in months, make that years.

Def Jeff on the other hand sprinted to the ground floor to catch the first glimpse.

Jeff Harrison has always been an exuberant young man. He walked into the doctor’s office 5 years ago at the tender age of 15 looking for job. Lucky for him not only did Rech have an opening but more importantly Jeff was a hip hop head from the same mad thorough borough. Hired more for his collection of over 500 albums than the possession of office skills, it was clear that Jeff would be a perfect fit to work with the good doctor.

The big man brought them to the corner where they witnessed a young brolic brother doing pull-ups on an electronic street sign. Rocking some faded ass fatigues and a tightly fitted dingy and dark green t-shirt with the word Army shining across his chest in white, he was like a machine elevated above the crowd. Between every flash of the red-orange Don’t Walk hand this dude was working his upper body to the max.

His cousin approached him.
“Yo Marc, get your ass down from there. The doctor is here.”
Lucas looked all types of puzzled as the soldier continued to get it in effortlessly.
“Yo Marc, we don’t have all fucking day! Come on fam, reel it in.” his cousin responded.

Marc-Charles finally jumped down from his workout and spit back,
“Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I’m deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I’m grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker’s Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug’s wife
It’s like a cycle, niggaz come home, some’ll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that’s the ritual”

And that was it. He stopped and stared at his new audience with stare blanker than a subway car protected and washed by Ed Koch himself.

Jeff and the good doctor watched in utter amazement. Rech, somewhat confused by this spectacle raises his eyebrows and responds, “what the hell was all that about?”

Jeff hit him with, “Doc that was Verbal Intercourse.”
“You mean as in sex! Young man what did I tell you about that gutter mind of yours.”

Jeff with a light chuckle answers back to his boss and mentor, “Na man Verbal Intercourse is track 12 off Only Built 4 Cuban Linx. That shit was a classic album. Homie jus spit Nas’s entire verse without a blink.”

Rech now a bit confused yet blown away asked, “Did he just flow that perfectly? Is that how he speaks; through spitting?”

Big Man answered back, “yup.”
“For how long has this been going on,” asked Rech.

He’s been on three tours to Iraq. My dude just got back from out there and he’s never been the same. That shit really had an affect on him. All he does is exactly that. Give it a shot, said the Big Cuz with much conviction.

Dr. Rech excitedly took advantage. “Young man what’s really good with you?

Marc-Charles looked up without a moments noticed and once again spit back.
My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle
like a Lexus, if driven wrong it’s sure to hurt you
Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew and me
commit atrocities like we got immunity
You guessed it, manifest it in tangible goods
Platinum Rolexed it, we don’t lease
we buy the whole care, as you should
My confederation, dead a nation, EXPLODE
on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient
When it balls to steam, it comes to it
we all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this
True this, history school us to spend our money foolish
Bond with jewellers and, watch for intruders
I stepped it up another level, meditated like a buddhist
Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of
gettin cream let’s do this, against T-D-S
So I keep one eye open like, C-B-S, ya see me
stressed right? Can I live?

Rech listened closely and looked to Def Jeff for validation.
“That was Jay-Z’s Can I Live off that Reasonable Doubt.”

Dr. Rech laughed with pure exhilaration as if he just heard Martin crack on Pam’s weave. The doc was overwhelmingly excited so much so he yelled out in a way that he hadn’t ever yelled before.

“Off to my office!”