A Nine to Five, just to Feed the Fam
Ghost: A lack of originality, that's it. Everybody's coming out the same.
Do you think that's changing? Is there anyone coming along right now that you're excited about?
Ghost: No, fuck hip-hop. I ain't feeling that shit right now. I don't even listen to hip-hop. I just do this shit because I gotta feed my family.
During a recent interview, Ghostface let it out. The secret. Cars, bitches, rims, booty, crack, skrilla. It's just the suit you put on before you go to work. Some punch time clocks, some wear ties, some rap. Honey, have you seen my yellow Jesus piece? Ya know, the ones that go with my Air Forces?
I don't care what KRS says. Rap is a job. A nine to five. You wake up and "just go through a bunch of beats and thats it." "You get the beats, you write to them, you go in the studio and lay it down. Hopefully a song comes out sounding good. If it comes out sounding good, you put it to the side with the rest of the other good ones, and you try to decide which ones you're gonna use on the album."
Period. End of story. Wake up. Rap. Go home. Pay bills. Tuck the kid in. Sleep. Repeat.
This is more than Ghostface lamenting his lack of commercial success. This is more than Ghost lamenting all of the coffee shop chicks and white dudes at his shows. This is more than Ghost lamenting over the success of Laffy Taffy. This is Ghostface revealing the game for what it is. A job.
Nothing in that equation is worth dying for.
Delfonics: La La Means I Love You (1968): http://rapidshare.de/files/21776644/llmiloveu_del.rar.html
Side note:This reminds of Tarantino's Jackie Brown scene that reveals white-people-are-different-than-black people: Samuel Jackson: YOU like the Delfonics?
Robert Forster: Yeah....they're pretty good.