Rapper Nigel “Hollywood” Holt is the architect behind Murder Club, the first black-founded moped gang in the country. He’s also the kind of kid who will kiss your girl in front of you. But it’s nothing personal. It’s just passion—the same passion that leads his peers to grant him spokesperson status as Chicago’s moped hypeman.

“Murder Club is the illest shit ever,” says the spirited MC with conviction. And if that statement alone isn’t convincing, then “Throw a Kit,” the unofficial moped anthem recorded with his cousin, producer Million Dollar Mano, certainly is. “I single-handedly make mopeds look cool,” Holt continues. Believe him.  

Do you ever have beef with other crews?

Hell naw, man. The whole Moped Army is afraid of us.

What about Bloody Spokes, the crew you dissed on “Throw a Kit”?

Them pussy-ass niggas ain’t shit. They weren’t even a real crew. Only one or two of them had bikes, and it was, like, four of them altogether. I heard one of them was talking shit to Pat, and Pat is the nice dude in the crew. He’s the mechanic—he just chills. That’s not somebody you look for confrontation with. I’m the dude you look for confrontation with. If you want to fight, fight me.

So Murder Club is a gang? Because a lot of moped crews refer to themselves as gangs, but they don’t take the same approach that you do. 

Murder Club is a gang, not a fucking club. We beat niggas the fuck up. Motherfuckers used to disrespect your shit. Motherfuckers would come through and sit on your bike and shit like that. I’ll come out and hit a nigga in the face with a fucking brick, just to drive the point home, like, “Nigga, that’s my shit. You don’t sit on another man’s motorcycle, so don’t sit on my motherfucking moped, nigga.”

How does it feel to have everything that you envisioned become a reality?

It’s dope because now it’s a solidified deal. When you create something, and it works and it’s great; it’s so sick. All these cool-ass dudes who would never ride mopeds before are completely into the shit now. It’s like the tightest thing ever because it has the toy aspect, like, you got a cool little toy to fuck around with, and it’s also like a motorcycle gang when you’re rolling with your crew. There’s no way you cannot have fun with a moped. Just riding it is fun, and I want niggas to have fun.

See, now you sound kind of nerdy.

It does sound nerdy, but when you see eight cool-ass niggas all G’d up with fresh gear, fucking tattooed up, chilling on bikes that are custom as hell, you can’t front on that because the shit is so tight. You want to be a part of that. I love it. It completely embodies my whole personality—tough, but still dorky. I’m cool, but I ain’t that cool.

Aka…
Donny Sunshades, aka Donny the Dunk Punk, aka tha freshest thing on air since the Fresh Prince of Bel Air. But everyone just calls me Donnis.

I was raised in…
Atlanta, Georgia, home of the Waffle House, Dungeon Family, and the illest strip clubs in the world. Trust.

The reason your reading about me is…
Because I’m the future of hip-hop.

Right now I’m working on…
Making sure that people remember Atlanta for more than just snappin’, leanin’ and Supermannin’ hoes.

But I’d rather be…
Not having to remind you how dope Atlanta music is—Kilo Ali, OutKast, Goodie Mob, Ludacris, T.I., me. Hmmm, yeah, we’re pretty good.

My most prized possesions are…
My family and my gift of gab—I can talk my way out of anything.

The first thing I do in the morning is…
Jump on the computer, hit Bossip, Concrete Loop, CNN, and my MySpace page. I know what you’re thinkin’, “Damn, brush ya teeth.”

The last thing I do at night is…
Plan my global takeover and pick out what I’m gonna wear the next day. I mean, if you’re gonna take over the globe, why not do it fashionably?

I love it when people…
Mention me next to emcees I respect. You know, Andre 3000, Cee-Lo, people of that nature.

I can’t stand when people…
Hate on me because I had sex with a girl they like. I’m sure it happened years ago. Let me live.

The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen is…
The woman.

The ugliest thing I’ve ever seen is…
Greed.

If you ever see me walking down the street…
Don’t scream, “It’s (insert your display name here) from MySpace!”

My most notabe run-in with the law was…
In 2001, aggravated assault with a weapon. The weapon was a chair and I’m really not for getting my ass whupped. I’m 5’7”, 140 pounds, I’m allowed weapons. The case was dismissed, yes sir.

If I had to say sorry…
It would be because I said something that hurt a girl’s feelings.

I lose control…
When I hear a dope-ass song from the ’80s or ’90s I haven’t heard in a while. When I was in Tokyo this DJ spun Digable Planets “Cool Like That” in his set; it was very hot. Later that evening I taught a bunch of Japanese kids the electric slide. It was a night to remember.

The last time I swore I’d never drink…
Was a night of big money spending. I went out with the owner of the Denver Broncos’ daughter, she had just turned 21. Her parents rented a limo/truck thing. I woke up late for work, went to work smelling like alcohol, and was close as hell to getting kicked out of the Air Force. But who needs the Air Force when you can rap, right?

Future plans include…
Releasing my album through a major label—can’t tell who, don’t wanna jinx it. Just watch out for me touring the globe with Million Dollar Mano and DJ Benzi.

And before I leave I’d like to give a shout out to…
Mr. McFly, Track-O-Holiks, Juanita Pu, EMG, Space Club Crew, Crump Family, Hollywood Holt, Million Dollar Mano, Jesse Lee, DJ Jayvon and all the other DJs and people who support Donnis and the Space Club movement.