Spit It Into Existence: 'Pre-Game' Was The Zenith of Jay's Casually Murderous Mercury Flow
I Think 'Pre-Game' Was The Zenith of Jay's Casual Murderous Mercury Flow
(originally posted on the boards of Okayplayer by Bombastic, 9/30/2012)
That phrasing may sound strange to some, but Hov fans of a certain age/era know.
We can recall certain moments, around '98/99 when dude was seemingly steadily spitting those sneak-darts up and down your frame like an acupuncturist.
That precision-pea-shooter microphone presence.
Nasty ain't even strong enough a word for That Flow.
More like:
Nefarious Nonchalance.
Majestic Mischief.
That Flow had a mind of its own.
Jigga just happened to be the vessel, from which that cooly-delivered, laissez-fare, liquid-nitrogen, bubbling cauldron of a cadence, chose to speak thru at the time.
And I bet NOT ONE of y'all, including me or probably even The God MC, thought the dude serving that minor key piano-loop a death sentence, via soundproof booth, on a Sauce Money album cut, would a decade later be at the White House?!?
Hanging with the country's first Black President, along with their wives, for more than one Havana Night, on some mutual-admiration society celebratory toasting.
Nah, even Jigga in '99 couldn't have been cocky enough to see either of those things ever happening, at any time, for the rest of our lives.
But The Flow knew.
That flow was concealing a wide, sly, cheesing grin.
Maybe even Mutley-laughing inside, while saying to itself, 'wait until you actually see where this thing will take you’.
Whenever you're feeling particularly pessimistic, about some personal pie-in-the-sky dreams, or fending off some subconscious external weight while feeling like a broken spoke in the grinding gears of the Big Corporate Greed Machine, just remember that actually happened, between today and the first day you logged into your Friendster account, or downloaded a LimeWire file share.
That's gotta be worth something.
We’ve Come a Long Way Baby, Jigga, The Black Scorsese
