“No Smoking” signs are posted up outside of most rooms at the Marriot Marquis in Times Square. Just not the top floor, where, of course, Curren$y happens to be staying. It’s coincidental, though, so the unaware Spitta is hard at work trying to securely hotbox the room. Equipped with only packing tape and bed sheets, Curren$y and his crew—no Fly Society today, just two dudes he met at a skate demo only a week prior—are determined to keep the peace while blowing back.

And their Macgyverian efforts have paid off. Upon my arrival, no scent lingers beyond the front door—until they open up and are forced to take down the 100% cotton wall that covered the entire doorframe.

Pass the tape, please.

TSS: How did you get into rap?

Curren$y: I always used to fuck around with it, but I ain’t take it serious ‘til I got out of high school.

TSS: What made you take it serious then?

Curren$y: Just seeing a couple people who I knew like Mr. Marcelo and Soulja Slim get deals and poppin’ up on shit and I felt like I should have also.

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