THELONIOUS ON THE HIP-HOP BATTLE

Whatevs—I got a question and it’s as serious as cancer—Erik B and Rakim’s I-Ain’t-No-Joke—I can still hear that tight-ass horn sample in my head. I’d bet my last ducat if you know the song you can hear the sample too. And what about that boom box! Booming boom box—oh—boom box—tower of booming dream—big boom box, big boom box—big enough for Radio Raheem. Perched atop the hood of the Cadillac—perched like a big grey cat, like Mongo, gray Mongo, enemy of Heathcliff, Heathcliff, no one could, terror-ize the neighborhood Mongo, forever down with the Cadillac cats Mongo—no Riff Raff word to the roller-skating Words Worth the boom box was big. And what about that whip! Caddyshack, yo, sweeter than SweetNLow, chiller than chill, makin-love-in-the-back-of-a-Coup-DeVille. I was stoked when I rolled up on the scene. Like what! To see Teflon at The Show where the hip-hop dropped. And of course he represented. Of course he came through. But I didn’t think there’d be tension—know what I’m saying? I didn’t think we’d have to go to war again so soon. Guess in life you always need to be ready cause you just never know. Motherfuckin warrior’s way. Soldier’s Fizzle tried us like a bitch today. Like soon as I rolled up boom: tension. It ain’t usually like that at no music fest but them-s two—there ain’t no room for that at The Show. I’m sayin—whatevs—you want to be all-blinged out that’s one thing, but we ain’t got time for no fake OG shit. Cause yo—we’ll take care of fake-ass bitches like what—just like we took care of them fake-ass scalpers—just like we’ll take care of you if you come around fakin the funk. It’s like that and that’s the way it is-s-s-s-