THE BEST SIDE OF GREATEST SONG EVER

On Oct 8th, 1963, although on tour, Cooke and associates of his entourage have been arrested in Shreveport, Louisiana, for disturbing the peace once they tried to register at a white motel — an incident reflected within the song’s third verse. And Cooke’s mourning for his 18-thirty day period-old son, Vincent, who drowned that June, resonates

RZA’s sampled pianos rattle similar to the wind down a project alleyway as Raekwon and Inspectah Deck trade harrowing war tales: “No doubt I'd personally speed/For cracks and weed/The mix created my eyes bleed.”We’re not in this article to endorse larceny, but anybody who can make a Avenue-crime anthem as fuck-shit-up intense as Brooklyn’