Street reports on vinyl

Just the other day I wrote about how the  punk scene of the 70s, and the hip hop scene of the 80s and early 90s, both drew on DIY culture and the principle of creating your own noise if you were being ignored.  Punk lost its’ pioneer Malcolm Mclaren a couple of weeks ago, and this week Hip Hop lost one its’ own pioneers, Guru from the group Gang Starr, who lost his battle with cancer.

Hip hop in the 8os and early 90s was my version of community media – vinyl I tuned into to get the latest report from the street, (very different from the 50 cent type of crap churned out nowadays!).

This is one of the street reports I tuned into in 1991.  RIP Guru – keep on telling it like it is!  Salaam.



Stick up kids is out to tax (x2)
And this is how the story goes

Brothers are amused by others brother’s reps
But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept
‘Cause in the night, you’ll feel fright
And at the sight of a 4-5th, I guess you just might
Wanna do a dance or two
‘Cause they could maybe bust you for self or wit a crew
No matter is you or your brother’s a star
He could pop you in and jet without a getaway car
And some might say that he’s a dummy
But he’s sticking you and taking all of your money
It’s a daily operation
He might be loose in the park or lurking at the train station
Mad brothers know his name
So he thinks he got a little fame
From the stick-up game
And while we’re blaming society
He’s at a party with his man
They got their eye on the gold chain
That the next man’s wearing
It looks big but they ain’t staring
Just thinking of a way and when to get the brother
They’ll be long gone before the kid recovers
And back around the way, he’ll have the chain on his neck
Claimin’ respect, Just to get a rep

Ten brothers in a circle
Had the kid trapped, the one wit the hood, he said, “We’ll hurt you”
If you don’t run out your dues and pay
Give up the Rolex watch or you won’t see another day
See, they were on the attack
And one said, “Yo, you wanna make this to a homicide rap?
Make it fast so we can be on our way
Kick in the rings and everything, ok?”
The kid was nervous and flinching
And little shorty with the 3-8, yo, he was inchin
Closer and closer, put the gun to his head
Shorty was down to catch a body instead
Money was scared so he panicked
Took off his link and his rings and ran frantic
But shorty said, “Now” pulled the trigger and stepped
It was nothing, he did it just to get a rep

The rep goes bigger and now hes known for his trigger finger
Rolling with troops of the sons like a gangster figure
Hes near the peak of his crazy career
His posse’s a nightmare macking jewls and some crazy gear
but as we know these things do come back
and shortys now peeping others that are scheming the kind of act
Cuz the kid that got shot didnt perish so
He pulls up in a jeep with tinted window
Too late shorty was caught in the mix
His time ran out his number came up and thats it
Ya know the rest so dont front the plan has been upset
Some brothers gotta go out, just to get a rep


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