Fresh off the heels of the release of his joint project with Zaytoven and Big Bank Black, Waka Flocka Flame delivered his hype rhymes before a packed Amsterdam crowd on at Melkweg on Sunday night. Taking the stage of the renowned venue at 8pm, the Atlanta rapper was greeted with clouds of smoke as fans hurried to capture a photo of his 6-feet-6-inches frame.

Briefly thereafter, the madness began as concertgoers threw elbows while others spoke in a rapid succession of BOW’s (Waka’s ad-lib of choice) piercing the still air like bullets. As we all yelled “Flocka” and “BOW” until our throats screeched in pain, Waka smiled approvingly, before joining us in going as hard as he possibly could. Dreadlocks were flailing through the air as Waka headbanged through his lengthy catalog of songs packed with pealing sirens, gun sounds and cascades of rattling and staccato beats. The show's energy built up as it progressed, culminating in the gigantic, stomping crunk beast "Hard in Da Paint": few songs elicit such an instant physical reaction in an audience. It was also impossible to ignore the importance of his fellow rapper, Loudiene, who turned Melkweg into his own playground, climbing up poles and hanging off the balcony railings.

The most amazing part of Waka’s show was the interaction with his fans – his set was a testament to the loyal fan base he has created for himself. At one point he did what I've never seen an artist do for such an extended period of time. He actually jumped off stage and started walking through the crowd as he rapped his hit "Round of Applause", before carrying on to do the same with his EDM-flavoured tune, "Turn Down For What". There was no security around him, just a bevy of fans reaching for a touch. I figured he'd only do this for a minute or two but he did it for several songs and crowd followed while being respectful of his up close and personal performance. To a few kids in the audience this was probably as good as it gets in life. Waka also took upwards of 20 iPhones from the extended hands of eager concertgoers and recorded himself and the crowd for the fans’ Snapchats. You can't deny that Waka really does cater to his fans.

Towards the end of his set, now fully drenched in sweat, Waka took the time to spit some bars acapella, in between honest words about his respect for the rap game. Illuminated by phone lights and backed by his entourage, Waka's star power and love for the art of rap was clear. The real art, however, is in the atmosphere he is able to create during his performances. You’re there for the ear-ringing, unbridled, moshpit-inducing chaos facilitated by Waka Flocka Flame. His music primes a listener, but his performance itself stands as an independent entity, an experiential upshift into an activated energetic state that can tantalize thousands. His capacity to grip a crowd by the throat and never let go is truly impressive. So as long as you enjoyed yourself, you were welcomed with open, tattooed arms.