Fear of a Black Tenant...
First off let me say that Ghostface's "Fishscale" is amazing hip-hop. A great album in concept, format, and most importantly MUSIC. As a random fact regarding the author Mr. Dennis Coles has firmly ensconsed himself as #2 on my list of all time faves behind the untouchable penultimate apex that is Strong Isle's own Rakim Allah (the only god regardless what Jay-Hovah thinks). But pecking orders aside it was Mr. Coles latest instant classic that inspires this installment of "No Singles, No Shorts."
Early this evening I was working in a domestic capacity in Casa de Drewpreme getting some laundry done with "Fishscale" in heavy rotation helping me whistle while I work... While no Cinderella and definitely not Snow White I hear a heavy knock on my door and look at the clock and see its about 9:55pm. Swathed in Polo Bear towels and a bag of dutty Nike socks I work my way downstairs to see what the mother effin' commotion was all about. I guess I didn't get to my own door fast enough because I an once again disturbed by a very Federal type knock...
So dumping the laundry I answer the door to find a "neighbor" at the door... Already figuring that he's here about the music (Ironically the first music complaint I've received), I ask the standard "Hey what's up?" and I'm met with the following retort...
"I live down the hall and can hear the music three doors down. I'm also a cop..." and proceeds to show his badge. Here's where the drama begins.
"I apologize as a neighbor if you were disturbed by the music but do you really think it was necessary to whip out the badge also?"
"Well I had to knock twice and..."
"And you hear loud hip-hop. Ever think I had to get downstairs to answer the door? I mean you come to me as a neighbor that's one thing, but you really need to go ahead with that cop shit..."
"Well I wanted to have it prepared to see if everything was OK. I didn't mean any offense... "
"OK? You care to elaborate what you probable cause and theory of what was going wrong? Plus its to late for offending people."
*John Q. Flatfoot is becoming visibly embarrassed*
"I mean damn man. Just knock as a neighbor. I would have understood that, but I mean what was there plans for arrest?"
The pig fumbles for a BS apology. I take his badge number and inform him I'm filing a complaint...
FUCK THE POLICE...
On a sad note - Rest In Peace to Proof. From what it seems with out you there's no Em, which means no 50, etc... You were a cool brother, I'm glad I got to meet and kick it with you that time at Joe's Pub. Here's the hype man and best friend to America's biggest pop star and you were definitely one of the most down to earth cats I've met in the game. Hopefully your death won't be in vain and hip-hop will stop being the purveyor of comic book death and violence. No one seems to take note of the 100 bodies caught on an album until one of those deaths are real.
Signing Off... Mighty Drewpreme 2006
Free Kenneth McGriff.
Early this evening I was working in a domestic capacity in Casa de Drewpreme getting some laundry done with "Fishscale" in heavy rotation helping me whistle while I work... While no Cinderella and definitely not Snow White I hear a heavy knock on my door and look at the clock and see its about 9:55pm. Swathed in Polo Bear towels and a bag of dutty Nike socks I work my way downstairs to see what the mother effin' commotion was all about. I guess I didn't get to my own door fast enough because I an once again disturbed by a very Federal type knock...
So dumping the laundry I answer the door to find a "neighbor" at the door... Already figuring that he's here about the music (Ironically the first music complaint I've received), I ask the standard "Hey what's up?" and I'm met with the following retort...
"I live down the hall and can hear the music three doors down. I'm also a cop..." and proceeds to show his badge. Here's where the drama begins.
"I apologize as a neighbor if you were disturbed by the music but do you really think it was necessary to whip out the badge also?"
"Well I had to knock twice and..."
"And you hear loud hip-hop. Ever think I had to get downstairs to answer the door? I mean you come to me as a neighbor that's one thing, but you really need to go ahead with that cop shit..."
"Well I wanted to have it prepared to see if everything was OK. I didn't mean any offense... "
"OK? You care to elaborate what you probable cause and theory of what was going wrong? Plus its to late for offending people."
*John Q. Flatfoot is becoming visibly embarrassed*
"I mean damn man. Just knock as a neighbor. I would have understood that, but I mean what was there plans for arrest?"
The pig fumbles for a BS apology. I take his badge number and inform him I'm filing a complaint...
FUCK THE POLICE...
On a sad note - Rest In Peace to Proof. From what it seems with out you there's no Em, which means no 50, etc... You were a cool brother, I'm glad I got to meet and kick it with you that time at Joe's Pub. Here's the hype man and best friend to America's biggest pop star and you were definitely one of the most down to earth cats I've met in the game. Hopefully your death won't be in vain and hip-hop will stop being the purveyor of comic book death and violence. No one seems to take note of the 100 bodies caught on an album until one of those deaths are real.
Signing Off... Mighty Drewpreme 2006
Free Kenneth McGriff.
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