In 1992, MC Ren of N.W.A. (who is considered the most underated talent in the group by my friend Dan and myself) ventured out on his own to work as a solo artist. His initial offering being an ep, “Kiss My Black Azz.”
The first single, “The Final Frontier”, features lyrics that frequently portray “The Villain In Black”, beating ass. Not rims. Not jewelry. Not always gunplay. But physically beating folks’ asses.
Now, that’s gangsta.*
But far and away, my favorite part of the song has to be little chunk righ-cheer:
Now throw your hands in the air and let me see ya slap a ho
Start the violence goin on through an MC Ren show
I don’t give a fuck if niggaz is fightin in the crowd
I only got one concern, that’s my vocals pumpin loud
I’m standing on the stage I got my niggaz to my right
I bust a couple of verses
then jump in the crowd and get with the fight
I hit a nigga off in the head with a chair
The reason for that, the motherfucker he was standin there
Then DJ Train will grab the gauge - just in case a motherfucker
talks shit; he’ll be the victim on the front page
He’s on his way to the morgue - to kick it with the rest
of them motherfuckers that I gave free room and board
So when ya at my show
Let me see ya throw your hands up in the air and slap a ho
‘Cause that’s the only noise I wanna hear
‘Cause MC Ren is the final frontier
That’s right boys and girls, MC Ren tells the listener that if you pay money to see him in concert, he would really prefer that you strike a woman in the face as the sound it makes is much more to his liking than applause, cheering, or “Freebird”. Also, there is a good possibility that while you’re in the audience, a fight will break out, and the man you bought a ticket to see performing rap music, will come into the audience and hit you with a chair, just for the simple reason that you were in the area. Apparently, you don’t even have to be participating in the “violence” that occurs at his appearances.
There is also a chance that the gentleman** who spins the records that MC Ren recites his lyrics over, will bring an actual shot gun into the audience and murder you for verbally expressing displeasure towards them, possibly due to fact that the artist you paid hard earned bread to enjoy, has just hit you in the goddamned head with a fucking chair for no plausible reason.
Now that’s gangsta.*
Please enjoy:
*Shyne Barrow
**DJ Train can be seen in the video wearing knee high tube socks.
