People love Dutch Newman, whether in the clubs ("You don't need an ID," he tells me as we make plans to go out. "You're rolling with Dutch"), at the bar or on Twitter. If love paid the bills, Newman would be a rich man. He could drop the mic, take a final bow and exit the stage in early retirement. To hear Newman tell it, his aspirations in the rap game are about exactly that: the love. Love from other artists. Love from fans. "Maybe it sounds corny, but it's about the love. I want people to feel the love when I'm onstage — my passion for this shit," he says. He's been rapping since he was 18 and has performed across the city for years. The young artist appeared so often at the now-defunct hip-hop shows at the downtown Peanut that, Newman says, he earned the nickname "Prince of the Peanut."