Today's selection: Busta Rhymes' self-imposing anthem for hip-hop's mecca, "New York Shit." [watch it now] Iâ€™m not into the nationalist-esque sentiment that clouds this song (and the brains of most New Yorkers) but this shit is kinda hot. New York most certainly needs a swift kick in the ass and Busta provides it. I expected a little more from this video than a live performance strewn with cameos, but ehâ€¦ times are changing, I guess.
Sidenote: I am in no way saying that we New Yorkers are the only ones guilty of having our heads up our own asses, but in recent memory it has apparently prevented us from getting shit done.
I donâ€™t know about the Shockey jersey. That might be the least New York nigga on the team. I know Strahan is having problems with his white girl right now, but itâ€™s still safe to throw his jersey on. Golden Krust boy (Tiki Barber) is always a good look as well. Most Vaulable Patty-eater.
Swizz Beatz shouldnâ€™t maintain the nickname â€œThe Monster.â€ His junkie frame and ghastly facial structure might give viewers the wrong idea. Sadly, the only reason Swizzy would have a razor in his mouth would be to cut his junk before he snorts or shoots.
I see Busta is rolling with a much more compact unit. This is a good thing. Heâ€™s pretty much narrowed it down to Pole Smoker #1 and a few essential bounce staff. Unfortunately, Busta has put his hypeman in the forefront so frequently that Iâ€™m not so sure he can â€œtake care of that thingâ€ anymore.
Spliff Star is such a popular weed carrier that he canâ€™t even serve his most essential purpose anymore. You give the bag to Spliff, youâ€™re all getting locked up.
Speaking of cameos, all the â€œfounding fathersâ€ he got in this video look hurt. That ain't just "I'm getting older" hurt either. Iâ€™m afraid to say it, but Swizz and a few of those cats who got caught off guard by crackâ€™s first wave of destruction are not the best look. I ain't namin no names. You see these niggas. They on them New York tits.
As much as I try to get behind this, Iâ€™m not so sure what being on some New York shit even means anymore. Sorry, Busta. Even you throw me for a loop these days. Where is your hair?
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