It's all justified because we are the injured party.
We're here, we're niggas. We're alive. We have potential. The police suffocate us, discriminate against us. It's true, we deal drugs to make some change, and for us, discussion means a gun to the head, brother, one more word, and I shoot.
The curtain rises. It's 1987, the world is ready for the N.W.A. Black, white, opposed or not: let the kids come to us; we are Dr Dre, Ice Cube, Eazy-E, and another handful of poor, angry gangstas with a lot of energy to pour into rhymes on the beats. Fuck the police, son of a bitch, and so on: the first 'parental advisory' warnings were born here.
Excessively misogynistic, women as objects, money, strictly gold chains, as per the script, but the script wasn't there yet: they invented it.
Niggas With Attitude: that’s the sensible meaning of the name. Put the children to bed, the N.W.A. are coming.
Just to say: in those years, our guys sat at a table with lawyers and notaries to determine how much Battisti owed Mogol, or if Al Bano and Romina were still good for Sanremo.
These guys, when faced with the risk of a flawed or violated or missing contract, would first beat you up, then kill you.
Wealth, fortune, came when the seniors broke away from the core and embarked on solo paths. The three prisms mentioned above cooked up projects worth gold.
Eazy-E called for a first reunion in 1993, but life checkmated him. Screwing around, he found himself without lymphocytes: AIDS in its final stage.
“I'm not gay,” he told the doctors, and good luck explaining to him how the virus is transmitted. He cried, went into a coma, died.
Today it all sounds muted, perhaps ridiculous. Racism, riots, the claim for rights. It was all necessary, it all fit perfectly. The turning point was police abuse, and it's true, it's documented.
The N.W.A. reacted, hit hard, fuck everything: and the more do-gooders pointed fingers at them, the more they sold and filled stadiums.
The pure rap, or impure, the embryo, is them, they are the N.W.A: now go, and tell your friends too.
Fuck da police!
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