Saturday, August 28, 2010

Dust Off Those Oldies

This post is in response to Rage Against the Drake Machine.

Yearning for the gritty ghetto bards of yore? Grab that box of CDs off the top shelf of your storage closet. Dust them off. Pop in an old favorite. Skim through your favorite tracks, you know, the ones whose track numbers you still remember. Is the nostalgia flowing strong yet?

Head thumping back and forth to that sick beat on Insert Favorite Wu-Tang Song.

Grinning at those so-goddamn-cool-you're-jealous Beastie Boys on the Paul's Botique interlude "5-Piece Chicken Dinner."

Then of course, there is Biggie. sigh.
Follow along, for full effect. Think: drug deal gone wrong. Like the Scarface chainsaw scene.
Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra
Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ['cha]
...
All they tote is stainless, you just remain as
calm as possible, make the deal go through
If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do
...
Just bring back the coke or the cream
Or else, ya life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank
Them cats we fuckin wit put bombs in yo moms gas tank
...
Fuck a robbery, I'm the boss
Promise you won't rob em, I promise
But of course you know I had my fingers crossed
And the soldiers have their marching orders. If worse comes to worst they can handle themselves; however, they've been warned that a robbery is out of the question. Well now, when has a warning ever stopped anyone? Time for a plan.

Verse 2:
Since it's on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron
From Tuscon, [push] the black Yukon
...
Now he feel he undefeated, he mean it
Nothing to lose, tattooed around his gun wounds
Everything to gain, embedded in his brain
Step one: Get Ron. Step 2: Make a plan. Do some recon.

Verse 3:
We agreed to go ['in'] shootin is silly
Because niggaz could be hidin in showers with Mac [milli's]
...
Got shook, thought a nigga was comin for the safe
Now she breakin, shut up, 112, what's shakin
A Jamaican, some bitches I swear, they look gay
In a black Range Rover, been outside all day
...
Ron, get the gasoline, this spot, we bout to blow this
get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats notice
Room 112, right by the staircase, perfect place
When they evacuate, they meet they fate
Good plan. Smoke em out, grab the cash. This is where things get hectic (and violent). Biggie and Ron start a fire. Flush them out and kill them (Ron is a little sadistic, amirite?). Take the cash. Now, how to get away from the backup in the Range Rover outside?
I know them niggaz in the Range is on they way up
Flippin, pistol grippin, I load the clip in
The hallway, got real loud and crowded
They walked right past us, I don't know how they allowed it
The funny thing about it, through all the excitement
They Range got towed, they double parked by a hydrant
So tell me, what old favorite did you rediscover?

1 comment:

  1. I'd like to see a ghost rapper battle a la Celebrity Death Match, with Biggie and Tupac tag-team representin' on worst lyrical team ever Drake (I know way too many people here right now that I didn't know last year, who the f' are ya'll) & Fitty Cent (Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire)
    It'd be a delightful massacre... wish there was something that could be done to the losers, like carve a microphone on their forehead.

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