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THAT’S MY S**T!!!
written by JusHH

I can’t lie, I had nothing for this week. At 8pm on Sunday, I didn’t know what I was going to write for tomorrow. So I decided to do some non-related work hoping that not thinking about it will some how lead to inspiration. I decided to put in 2Pac’s All Eyez on Me to rock out to and what I did next gave me more than enough to write about…

“I won’t deny it, I’m a straight rider. You don’t wanna f**k with me, got the pol-…”

Stop. Repeat.

“I won’t deny it, I’m a straight rider. You don’t wanna f**k with me, got the pol-…”

Stop again. Repeat.

“I won’t deny it, I’m a straight rider. You don’t wanna f**k with me, got the pol-…”

See when the bass line drops when Pac says “police”, that’s my s**t!!! I did that stop and repeat thing at least 5 times. Keep in mind the album came out 12 years ago and I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve heard it but it still makes me do it, every single time.

When you are a fan, and I mean a real fan of Hip-Hop, it makes you do some ridiculous things. For example how many times have you been listening to that joint and you grab the remote control, a brush or fork and act like it’s a microphone. And if there’s nothing around, you ball your fist up and act like you’re rocking a crowd at MSG.

Or what about when you are in the car with your people and that DMX song comes on and you smack your boy in the arm and spit the lyrics in his face like you wrote them yourself. Hell you might even throw the “Arrff, arrff” in there as well.

How your head drops and bobs when the beat for “One More Chance (Remix)” comes on.

How you and your girls made a dance to every song that was played on Hot 97 and did a part of it every time you heard that song.

Or when your G-Dep’s “Special Delivery” came on in the club and you laughed at the kid who ran to the middle and couldn’t really do the Harlem Shake but really acted like he did. But while you were laughing at him, your shoulders started speeding up on the low (haha)

The times you are alone in your crib and Meth & Mary’s “All I Need” came on and you put on a one-person video shoot.

How you close your eyes and stop moving when “Dear Mama” comes on and you just vibe.

Or one of my favorites, you are listening to a Hov joint, catch a line and you have to get up, walk to the other side of the room, and pause it just to say, “Son, did you just hear what the f**k he said?” Then rewind it and analyze that punchline for the next 2 minutes.

What about the times when you’ll listen to 2 minutes and 30 seconds of a song just to get to that Canibus verse on “Beasts from the East”.

When you are rocking Bone Thugs’ “Crossroads” on your headphones and you don’t know any of the damn words except for a few but you scream those joints out! “…sumthin’… sumthin’… I MISS MY UNCLE CHARLES Y’ALL… sumthin’… sumthin’ … SEE YOU AT THE CROSSROADS, CROSSROADS, WHERE YOU WON’T BE LONELAAAYYY.”

I love this s**t. I will always act like I have a mic in my hand. I will always screw up my face when Pun says “flawless victory, you n***as can’t do s**t to me. Physically, lyrically, hypothetically, realistically.” I will always act like I’m in the “Doggy Dogg World” video. And I will always, always rewind the beginning of Disc 1 of 2Pac’s All Eyez on Me album because….


That’s my s**t!