Sometimes it feels funny to me when I see rap music’s future is to be controlled by non-Blacks, but then I understand that in order to unlock the future the keys must be passed onward.
That is how I felt from the first time I watched a Das Racist music video. This wasn’t about being ‘joke’ rap to me. Das Racist was free to be D.R. at least in their own minds and I dig that.
Das Racist Chicken and Meat video along with an Oprah Winfrey promotion for FREE chicken had me ranting in the streets.
Chicken done did the white folks wrong.
Rafi Kam plugged me to a D.R. show in L.E.S. the same week my young homey RobACK from the midwest made his way to the big city.
We caught the D.R. show and blew trees right on the Orchard Street sidewalk
After the D.R. show I just used to vibe off their earlier shit. I told Rafi Kam, word to Blu Cheez that I wanted to make a fanboy video to the joint ‘Fake Patois’.
It came to me one night in a blinding fury. I worked all night just to make sure I rolled it out immediately.
I got two more D.R. jernts just for how they shit makes me feel.
[ll] you fuckybergs
