Diary of Deck

Rollie Fingers still got a quiet lyricism that tells me he's been thinkin' about shit. Thinkin' 'fore runnin' his mouth. 'Nuff respect.

And speaking of Deck....

'Member that line on "Forever" where he says, "I sold bottles of sorrow/ then chose poems and novels."

I can see a guy like Deck getting into the novelist Richard Price. They both write crime narratives that are pretty non-judgmental and pretty layered. And obviously they both have an encyclopedic knowledge of Babylon.

Memory Play

I first heard "Uncontrolled Substance" at a kitchen table in the UK. Deck reminded me of home that night. Not a great record, but "Word on the Street" is an obvious classic. A direct rebuke to pseudo-intellectual, head heavy abstractions grounded in absolutely nothing -- i.e. the stuff from the Anticon crowd.

Tell a story like Deck did on that track and then come talk to me. Otherwise shut the fuck up.

On the diamond

You figure nine generals, I'd put RZA on the mound, Raekwon at third, Ghost at short, Masta Killa at second, Capp at first, Deck in left, Meth in center.

Not sure who'd fill the other spots 'cause I gotta run. Feel free to weigh in. Matter of fact, someone leave a comment somewhere on this fuckin' blog.