Down at the barbershop where the upbeat finesse fills the scene, hypnotic basslines and smoking beats rise from the radio into the jazzy air.
Various boys and men come by to get close haircuts, fresh fades, and dope designs. Harmonic flows travel across the shimmering space, bright waves of excellent taste, a thrilling serenity of light, as the barbers create magic in the brilliant place.
Biggie’s lyrical anthem, Big Poppa, blazes around the room, hip-hopping jams full of deep spins and breaking booms.
Groovy barbers rap to the beat, spitting fire flaming diction in glowing dimension, marching in glorious rhythms, as the whole masterpiece becomes a supersonic sea of incessant boogying and wavy arms, snapping ankles and dancing feet, an engine racing extravagance moving in high flight.