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Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens...
Man, Scarface looks so young. |
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The Beautiful Struggle: A Father, Two Sons, and an Unlikely Road to Manhood
whoa clean version..
man this so used to be my joint.. it's a true classic.
I love this feature. I feel like I'm watching Pump It Up.
..Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars? Thought he had 'caine, but it was Gold Medal Flour..
I live by the swode.
sv, youza fool for that. (-:
That was a classic verse by Willie Dennis. Any cat who can take 'sword' and 'paranoid', and make them actually sound like the words rhyme, is a genius.
AndI'm still trying to figure out which of the 'Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens' was driving.
Forgot to add: when school started back that fall (FAMU, '91), there were three songs coming out of every car at every HBCU:
Tonite - DJ Quik
Mind Playin' Tricks on Me - Geto Boys
Ain't No Future in Your Frontin' - MC Breed (RIP)
Damn, I miss dem days.
Quik, in my opinion, one of the most underatted MC's of ever. He was so influential to me, that one of his songs actually caused me to give up one of my most favorites acts in the world(for a brief period anyway), that being 1995's epic "Can I Eat It?".
enjoy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JyQGlgaIDVI
"This year Halloween fell on a weekend..."
*Sigh* So many quotables.
Hey Sweet Jones FAMU Class of '93 over here!
Just listening to this Sunday.
I always smile when I hear, "And if I died then my child would be a bastard." Can't argue with that logic.
Aww man homey...
I am now officially homesick. Although these boys were from Houston, I never forget how sweet it was for us back then in school. We felt like Texas was finally on the map. Good times, good times indeed.
Brad Jordan is one of the most underrated storytellers (and MCs) in hip hop, and one of the many fathers of coke rap (kept it realer than the delusional kingpin shit we hear today, though). I wore out "Mr. Scarface is Back" in the early '90s. Grimy tales of Houston trife life. Heard he was a muslim (Sunni, not NOI) now. Thats seems to be the move these days.
In September, you have another chance to personally acquaint yourself with an ass-kicking (non-hipster) rock band from the "crack age", as you refer to it. The Cult is playing Terminal 5.
Thank you Office Space for introducing this rather clueless white boy (and probably thousands of others) to the Geto Boys.
Jeff Sessions might be looking down at his hands like Bushwick Bill fairly soon.
"Man, Scarface looks so young."
And slim.
We were college freshman, a few years after this song came out, just hanging out listening to one of my notoriously diverse mixes after eating some hallucinogenics. A Bob Marley song was followed by a Don Williams song followed by an Albert Collins song followed by this song. As the first few familiar bars played, all five or six guys simultaneously said "Yeah!" or "Alright." But within two seconds, that collective joy turned to collective fear, realizing how the image of Bushwick's bloody knuckles would affect our trip. I jumped up and smacked the boombox until it was quiet.
But what a great song. One of the very few songs that could adequately follow a rollerskating jam.