S.K.I.T.S.
I guess I got another one for my year end top ten list, that being Blueprint’s 1988. The other is the Game shit from January. Blueprint keeps amazing me. Each time I underestimate his shit, each time he tops himself. Of course, I don’t wanna sound like I’m riding on his shit. His vocals can still be annoying. And the majority of the time he’s bitchin’ and whinin’. Somebody’s always stealing his style, or not understanding his shit right, or not doing right by him. I wonder if he gets that half the shit he puts on other people can be applied to himself. At times he sounds like just another underground hater, like myself. Yet, he seems to try to distance himself from the hateration. You can’t talk about it and not be about it at the same time.
Of course, I hope he never reads this shit because I don’t want him to kick my ass. Although I have the feeling he probably couldn’t. He says he could knock my fuckin’ teeth out, but I doubt it. Some rappers you believe that shit, that they could actually fuck you up. I think Notorious might have been able to beat the shit out of me, possibly even Tupac, but definitely Biggie. Most other rappers I don’t know about. I think Ghostface and Raekwon could probably fuck me up, but I don’t know about Jadakiss and Cassidy. I wonder about them two. 50 could probably whup my ass. He looks like a filthy ass street muthafucka, but I might be able to beat Young Buck’s ass. There are just some people who look the part, while the rest of them look and sound like they’re fakin’.
Not that I’m saying that Blueprint is faking it. It just that he sounds like my cousin. I got a cousin who’s like one of them big shot business big wigs. He works at a top financial agency. The dude is straight up respectful, and is married with two kids. He’s a deacon at his church and lives the right life. He’s always done things straight.
He’s also always been a hustler. He used to have me and my other cousins and his brothers out on the corner selling shit for him. Not illegal shit. More like candy and magazines and shit like that. He used to go to the store and buy food and cook that shit up and have us sell that shit on the street. He’d keep most of the profits and throw a little change to our little asses.
He’s always worked strong like that. But I never ever felt like he was the hardest dude I’ve known. I never heard or seen him get into a fight. And he’s always carried himself in such a way that I’ve always seen him, I don’t if I’d use the term soft, just straight, just always straight and narrow like. Now, there ain’t shit wrong with that. Hell, that brother is like the richest dude in my family. I guess he’s been blessed for all that clean living. Sometimes I wish I was more like him. I just know his style ain’t no where close to my shit.
I could never be happy living like he lives, with the wife and the two kids and the Sunday sermons. I couldn’t live with always being on, and always having to say the right shit to people. Shit, I figure if you can’t be honest with people once and awhile, and talk shit, and do real shit, you can’t really be living or happy. And sometimes being honest means not always being happy. It’s like if you would rather be ignorant and happy, or know shit and be in constant despair. Unfortunately, I choose that bleak shit. It’s just how I roll.
Anyway, getting back to Blueprint, that’s how I see that brother, like my cousin. I’m not saying he’s clean. He just comes across as clean. He sounds like somebody who has their shit together, just that his shit is too well put together. Like his shit is so clean, it’s has to be dirty as fuck. Some people’s shit seem too perfect to be true. Or that shit is too perfect that it has to be complete bullshit. Blueprint seems like he’s always trying to school dudes, like his shit is straight up rosy. And no brother has their shit together like that. That’s why I don’t trust’em. When he says that he’s hard, he has to be lying. But I could be wrong. He could be one tough son of a bitch. Who knows.
You know who I really fear, little fuckin’ teenagers. I can’t lie. I see a pack of teenagers coming down the street, I swear I wanna react like a white woman and run to the other side. And that’s because teenagers are a bunch of crazy muthafuckas. They brains ain’t developed completely, or some shit like that. They don’t think straight. And half the time they just react. And that’s when a brother gets hurt. Like that Lord Finesse song, S.K.I.T.S., Shorties Kaught In The System, those little teenage bastards are the ones that’ll fuck you up quick, and laugh at your ass while you’re bleeding on the fuckin ground. I doubt if 30 year old dudes still beat the shit outta people for stepping on their shoes. But teenagers do.
I was driving home tonight and saw a bunch of little girls beat the shit out of another chick. They whupped her ass all the way down the street. I wanted to get out of the car and stop that shit. But I knew I didn’t wanna get my ass kicked. Who knows who one of those little beyotches is connected to. One minute I’m acting all adult like and trying to stop shit, the next minute I’m getting my ass stomped out by nine little 16 year old thug bastards trying to protect the honor of some little 14 year old slutty tramp. That shit ain’t never happened to me before, getting the shit stomped out of me by a teenager. But I’ve seen that shit happen to others. And I know I don’t want that shit happening to me.
I might have told this story before. Forgive me if I have. I was on the bus one night. I look out the window and there’s this old dude riding on a bike getting the shit beat out of him by a bunch of adolescents. Now, the dude’s getting the shit beat outta him and he’s still paddling, while some of the lil bastards are on foot, and some of the others are on their bikes, and they’re fuckin’ up this old dude all the way down the street, throwing rocks and bricks at his ass, kicking him and punching him in the face. Eventually, the ass whupping gets to be too much and the old dude topples over, and the kids surround his ass, and they’re stomping the shit out of him.
At this point, the bus stops at a red light. And everybody on the bus is looking at this shit. The weird shit is that nobody decides to get off the bus to go help the old dude, including me. And when the light turns green, the bus driver drives the fuck off without even calling anybody over the system. And the sad thing is I understand that shit because the only weird shit, the only crazy shit, that could’ve happened is that one of us decided to get brave and get off the bus, and that shit ended with one of us getting the shit kicked out of us by a crazy little bastard.
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