Words from me to Lil Moe & Jo-Jo
As you know, the rap we knew is no mo', but that's okay, for I still got that old record player, boom box, and walk-man to play the hip hop songs we use to bounce to. Right now as I type these words to send out to you, I am playing one of our favorite songs, Children's Story by Slick Rick, "knock 'em out the box, Rick, knock 'em out the box, Rick, knock 'em-knock 'em-knock 'em out the box, Rick." Yeah, drove our parents' crazy by walking over to one another's (sic) house first thing on a Saturday morning to ring the doorbell with boom box in hand loudly playing music. Lil Moe's mom use to annoyingly scream for him to hurriedly get dress and to get out the door so that I and Jo-Jo could get away from her door. Yeah, as soon as Lil Moe walked out the door wearing his Adidas, Levi's, and fitted cap--we laughed and walk down the street bopping our heads to Rick the R-u-l-a! As we walked out of our hood, Jo-Jo switched from Slick Rick to Run and DMC and played our favorite songs, " I'm the king of rock/ there is none higher/sucka M.C.'s should call me 'siah/ to burn my kingdom/you must use fire/ I won't stop rockin' to I retire," and " Can you rock it like this/ I can rock it like that/ I got jet set women who offer me favors/ my face is a thousand lip stick flavors! As the last song came to it's end, we turned off into the next neighborhood and played, Melle Mel and the Furious Five's song, The Message--It's like jungle sometimes/ makes me wonder how I keep from going under.... don't push me cause I'm close to the edge/I'm trying not to lose my head." As we continued to walk, a few other fellas joined us to walk through the hoods and to listen to our music. The next song to play was Special Ed's, I Got It Made--"I'm Your Idol/the highest title/ numero uno." Before "I Got It Made" could end, Lil Moe and one of the fellas who joined us had a square-off in the road on a cardboard box to see who could perform the best helicopter--no doubt, Lil Moe won it, which prompt us to keep walking forward. *** after we walked to the back of the neighborhood, we jumped a ditch to across over into another one. As soon as we walked into the next neighborhood, we had our hands filled, for all the "tickers" and "pop- lockers" came out. As soon as the "tickers and "pop-lockers" surrounded us, Jo-Jo popped in Africa Bambaataa's song, "Planet Rock," and stepped into the middle of the circle to battle another dude. Instantly, Jo-Jo started performing a ticking wave from one hand to the other hand, and then stepped to the other guy when the song "Egyptian Lover" played. In a robotic manner, Jo-Jo placed his hand over his heart and in a ticking manner, heaved his chest in and out towards the guy and then popped and locked his way back to the side where Lil Moe and I stood, and as usual, I stoically stood with Lil Moe as he struck that battle pose--arms folded across chest and feet spread apart. As always, when Jo-Jo performed his final tick, lock, chin check, and pose, the other second tier "tickers and pop-lockers" waved their hands and walked off-signaling that they did not want any " mo" of Jo-Jo. After "holding ground," Jo-Jo picked up his boom box and motioned for me and Lil Moe to follow him home. As we walked back to our neighborhood, Jo-Jo switched the music to Poor Georgie, Cha-Cha, and Paper Thin by M.C. Lyte and "Gotta Be Tough" by M.C. Shy D--" Everything I say /you know it's rough/ I'm M.C. Shy D. and I gotta to be tough!" As we bopped, bounced, and hurriedly walked back into our neighborhood (the streetlights were on), Lil Moe "parted way" from us so that Jo-Jo (alone) could walk me home. As we walked down my street, Jo-Jo switched the music back to Slick Rick and played that song, Teenage Love, which provoked us to walk in silence and incited me to "break-out" in a sheepish grin. As soon as we arrived at my home, my mother swung the screen door open and warned me to get in, for it was dark. Afraid of being furthered embarrassed in front of Jo-Jo, I quickly ran into the house-- never taking a look back at Jo-Jo, which I now regret, for I have never seen him and my close friend Lil Moe.
So it is now that I send out these words from one of my favorite rappers--Slick Rick: " Hey young world/ the world is yours/ believe it or not/ the lord still shine on you/ righteous laws are over you/ get ahead and accomplish things/you'll see the wonder and joy that life brings/.....so listen/ be strong/ scream whoopy-do/go for yours/ cause dreams come true, by Slick Rick--The R-u-l-a.