Who Gave You These Privileges Son?
Wednesday, August 13, 2008 at 11:20PM Why you maxin?"
-The Great Ghostface on Wu-Tang's Hollow Bones
Throughout the course of time, I've been accused of talking big shit. Over at the old blog, I had one special Stan that took every give opportunity to try and discredit The Champ. I can't say that's an invalid "complaint" but I never saw why it was ever made. I mean, rule number 1 is "Don't watch me, watch TV", thus no one should care that I'm talking big shit. More important that Rule number one is that I back up and shit that I talk. That's just the way it goes. You really can't call someone cocky if they constantly show and prove can you? Take current media darling anf Olympic phenom Michael Phelps. He's kicking ass and taking names. If he lines up and tells the field every time that he's going to smoke them, can they really be mad when he hangs a world record on their head? Not really. They can only respeckonize game and get back to training in hopes that they can beat son on another day. Same principle in everyday life. If you see someone living the good life, why be upset, why not just expend that energy making your situation better? I'll never understand it and am not sure that I care to do so.
That brings me to the title of this post. "Who Gave You These Privileges Son?" Technically, the answer to this would be that no one gave me these privileges. They were earned through years on the grind. Experience and Education was my ticket. But if Ihad to say that there was a defining moment, that there was an anointment. It came when King Slick, The King Killah and I were in Miami. Rather then bore you with details, I'll let the man himself do the talking:
Luke's Acknowledgement of my Pimpin from Harlem Slim on Vimeo.
So yeah, always remember that real recognize real and that me and my fam has been recognized by the realest!