Life on the streets of Somerset County, NJ and Fairfax County, VA (2 of the top 10 richest counties in the country) was rough. I needed to look up to someone who grew up hood tough like me. Cuz in my hood N----- got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap.
One day I was listening to my jam box and heard some funky, infectious hip hop comin' out the speakers. It hit me right in the heart and I felt like I found a connection. It was the truth. I mean, I felt like this guy was takin' me back to the streets. He was comin' to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain.
The joint was called "Woo-Ha" and the lyrics were so true to life. "How dare you ever try to step on my suede shoes, Top Gun shut down your Firm like Tom Cruise" I mean, I didn't have suede shoes, but if I did, I would totally feel the same way. And he was so lyrically enabled, combinin' movie titles with an actor while tellin' a story of life in the ghetto. Although it doesn't particularly make too much sense, it rhymes, and I respect that.
I called up my boy and found that the rappers name was Busta Rhymes and he was "bringin' the rawkus to all you rap mother f'ers" He was the leader of Flipmode which was "the squizzzadd".
So I went down to the store and walked around the rock and roll section, occasionally glancing over at the rap section from the next aisle. I wanted that Busta tape (since I never got my Killah tape back).
It was scary goin' into the rap section, all the haters would be disprespectin' and all. I didn't want the neighbor Miss Jones to see me there and tell my folks. They would never understand me, they just don't get it. Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough.
Finally I saw it and made my move. I went by quick and picked the tape up on the go. I moved to the video game aisle to inspect it. There was a big sticker on it saying "parental advisory, explicit lyrics" This was gonna be tough. They ain't never gonna let me buy this tape, they gonna hate on me. They may have seen me in the streets, but n---- they don't know me.
So when I got to the counter, The Man was watchin'. I put the tape on the counter upside down, hiding this sticker from the trick at the register. It came up on the computer, but shorty was eyein' me and I gave her the look. She cracked a smile and I told her to holler at me sometime. I'm sayin', she was bangin', no doubt. But a playa had to run out to listen to this album cuz it was the hot flow. I told her I'd holler back and I went out the store. (or maybe i kept my head down the whole time and said nothing, who knows)
I drove home, hopin' the cops wouldn't catch me ridin' dirty, and popped the tape in the deck. I was happy to hear that this contained multiple F Bombs, S Bombs, A Hole Bombs, and a massive barrage of N-Bombs, which i never heard on a tape before.
After that day I respected hip hop for sayin' it like it was and for not actin' trife. Using language true to life. I mean my pops used to talk to me like that sayin', "Yo really let me roll some weed, mad charged N---- now I must proceed." That's so pops.
Ayite, ya'll haters bow down to the White President