…Like Louisiana Mayne.
There was a time when Roc-A-Fella had pretty much all my playlists in figure-four leg locks. There was a time when it seemed like every member in the crew was determined to churn out an anthem or two before passing the mic to the next consigliere and ultimately back to their godfather.
Gone is that time, but not those anthems.
The song that brought this to mind was “What We Do”. I’ll be damned if this song still doesn’t have the effect it did when it first came out. Maybe even more, given it’s nostalgic value. It’s a solid monument to an era when the Roc not only had it on lock, but they were doing it the right way. Just Blaze was massacring beat after beat, Kanye was in training, Sig, Bleek and the rest of the clique played their positions, and Jay led valiantly. Radio, clubs, streets and beyond. They seemed unstoppable.
We can speculate all we want as to what led to that epic downward spiral, but it seldom changes the facts. Remembering when that gnome-looking, bearded Philadelphian fellow first began spewing his high-pitched rhymes next to the Broad St. Bully, Bleek and Jay almost makes you forget the day Cassidy pulled his lyrical pants down and bent him against a wall of punchlines(I refuse to pause that).
My theory remains that his pitch got higher after he got deflowered in that battle.
The times, they are a changing.