This was the official rap entry for those black Americans that had “country” accents. This “country” spreads from lower parts of the East Coast to the entire south, midwest, and halfway up California.
You have been there and have family from there.
Maybe you haven’t and call them the “flyover” states (you are missing out mayne).
There are still old world trees there.
There are still men with perms there.
There are mutafuckas that talk hella shit and tell the best stories there,
while making ribs.
The beat is par for the time it was created, dead center of the Trip Hop era, Imagine Tricky on that beat with his Bristol accent, or doubled up inna jungle
‘Def! innit fam?‘
“Naw not really but he kept smiling like a clown
facial expression looking silly
And he kept asking me, what kind of car you drive,
I know you paid
I know y’all got beaucoup of hoes
from all them songs that yall done made
And I replied that I had been going through the same thing that he had
True I got more fans than the average man but not enough loot to last me
to the end of the week,
I live by the beat like you live check to check
If you don’t move your feet then I don’t eat,
so were like neck to neck
Yes we done come a long way like them Slim ass cigarettes
from Virginia, this ain’t gonna stop so we just gonna continue”
And that was it, reality shook it out. One clever line.
Drowned in all of that southern twang, finger waves and Mojo’s Chicken Wings, was the ability to break the wall between performer and fan, giving all the power to the listener. At least that’ s the way I heard it.
EXACTLY!!!@while making ribs
Trip hop…let’s talk about that soon.
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