Marco Polo Feat. Invincible “Drunken Sleuth”

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—Words By Invincible

“Drunken Sleuth” was written as a way to creatively call out the many forces conspiring to profit from land grabs, gentrification, displacement, voter disenfranchisement, and political corruption in Detroit. Each verse is loosely based on real stories that took place over the past five years in the city.

Since I wrote this piece many of these situations have grown exponentially worse. Bob Bobb, who was then Emergency Financial Manager of Detroit Public Schools that shut down dozens of schools and threatened to displace the block in verse one, went on to Stockton, California where he filed for that city’s bankruptcy in 2012, stripping away at lifelong city workers’ pensions. One year later, Detroit was forced to file for Bankruptcy, threatening thousands of pensions and city assets including parks, schools and even the art collection.

The plot thickens: the state appointed Emergency Manager (Kevyn Orr) was directly hired on from Jones Day, one of the country’s largest bankruptcy firms and days after coming into his position— hired on his own firm. This firm formerly advised and represented Bank of America and other banks that currently stand to benefit the most from Detroit’s bankruptcy. Kevyn Orr also went on to hire the Manhattan Institute, the think tank that invented Stop and Frisk, to import that method and train Detroit Police in these racial profiling tactics. Speaking of racial profiling, over 50% of Michigan’s Black population is now under State appointed Emergency Managers, meaning that elected officials power has been stripped by the State, and these EMs can make top down decisions without any accountability; bad money all around!

The good news (and there is good news) is that there is a growing movement on the ground doing the tireless work of exposing this madness. You can support this movement by reading the Detroit declaration and signing on in solidarity here: DetroitStateofEmergency.org

Scott La Rock (1987 Interview)

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Scott: “‘My 9mm Goes Bang’ is based on KRS’s brother who got out of jail a couple of months back. His name is ICU and he heads a posse by the same name who hang out around Cyprus Avenue. ICU stands for Intelligent Criminals United — all the smart-thinking, rational thought criminals united as one. They’re called that because while they’re criminal minded, they’re intelligent criminals like the Mafia or Reagan.”

Why call the album Criminal Minded?

Scott: “Because everyone is; it’s just that some are more naked about it than others. Ollie North is criminal minded. Anytime you break a rule to advance yourself, that’s being criminal minded. The government is criminal minded. They raid other countries, take shit. They don’t put that in the paper, but America do that shit all the time. Reagan says ‘let’s screw these mothers up today’. So he sends in a posse. We had this much land, now we’ve got this much more. That’s the way shit is. People think we’re all stick up kids in the Bronx but the government are bigger gangsters and hoodlums than we’re ever be. That’s life, man.”

Doesn’t this criminal minded attitude inevitably demand victims and by being so associated with such an attitude, aren’t you going to be accused of promoting violence?

Scott: “I don’t promote anything. Just because it’s called Criminal Minded doesn’t mean that the record is going to mug you or steal your television. We’re just portraying how things are. That’s how this country is. The strong will survive, the weak will perish. That’s it. If you want it, you take it.”

Does such a situation ever make you feel sad?

Scott: “Yes but there’s nothing you can do. All the talking in the world ain’t going to change shit. You hope it don’t have to be that way but you’ve got to be a realist. Because in the end somebody always wants more than somebody else. It’s human nature.”

Human nature or American nature?

Scott: “It’s human nature — always want, never satisfied. Russia makes a missile, we have to come back with one better so that we’re still the best, still the most powerful. And this won’t stop until we self-destruct. All countries are on a destructive course. The way of the world is that it’s going to destroy itself. That’s the way all civilisations go. Right now we’re having fun, 20 years from now this mother might be Planet of the Apes.”

Scott speaks from a position that’s gone way beyond the land of alienation (where the message raps of the early ’80s were said to come from) and into the land of detachment. The democratic false promises of the Carter and Reagan eras have been brutally demystified to reveal, what was already suspected, that the whole structure is criminal. Everything is upfront. Notions like “the common good”, “the American people”, “the community” are just political abstractions. There are criminals and there are victims and that’s all.

As Scott put it: “This whole country is in such a mess that while I’m living I’m going to make sure I get mine. While I’m alive I’m going to lead the extravagant life.”

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A pioneer of rap music craves 9 to 5 stability…

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Lamar Hill began his first career on a central Harlem street corner, in the pre-MTV days of boomboxes and mix tapes. He and two pals, calling themselves Kool Moe Dee and Special K, recorded some of the earliest hip-hop records as the Treacherous Three. Wearing a T-shirt with an iron-on decal bearing his preferred name, L. A. Sunshine, he plugged his speakers into streetlight outlets to blast what was then a bold and unfamiliar new music, called rap.

It was 1978. Mr. Hill was 15.

Sitting in his Bronx apartment, Mr. Hill, now 50, looked more like a youthful librarian than a rap pioneer as he talked about the Treacherous Three’s early days and the uneasy journey that followed. His voice somehow combined an entertainer’s enthusiasm with a survivor’s weariness.

“The neighborhood was proud to claim us as up-and-comers,” he remembered. “This powder keg known as hip-hop was bubbling and we thought we might be able to make some noise. Our turn was coming up.”

But Mr. Hill soon realized that the music business could be a tough place for a young man with trust issues, who was unprepared to deal with disloyal partners and predatory managers. It only intensified the depression that he had been battling since childhood.

“The industry,” he said, “put me in a real dark space that I couldn’t find myself out of. I had breakdowns.”

Mr. Hill’s 2011 autobiography, “L.A. Sunshine: A True Story, The Real Accounts,” begins with a deeply unsettling recollection of sexual abuse at the hands of a babysitter when he was 7 years old. His mentally unstable father was an inconsistent presence in his life; his mother, a nurse’s aide, worked long hours to provide for her four sons. Mr. Hill said he started taking care of himself at age 12.

“I was never a drug dealer, proud to say,” he said. “But I was a hustler. I’d shoot dice with the drug dealers and take their money.”

Shortly after he dropped out of ninth grade, radio stations began to play the Treacherous Three. The group released “New Rap Language” with Spoonie Gee and “Body Rock” and appeared in a 1984 film, “Beat Street.” But Mr. Hill saw little money. His first paycheck came in the form of cash, in a “greasy paper bag.”

Not that he was seeking the high life. “I’ve never so much as bought a chain, I don’t eat lobster, I don’t do Champagne,” he smiled. Aside from performing, Mr. Hill found the camaraderie and security he enjoyed on the tour buses to be the best part of the lifestyle.

But by age 20 his depression had been accompanied by suicide attempts and complicated by a cocaine addiction. The Treacherous Three dissolved in the mid-1980s and Mr. Hill found jobs to fuel his drug habit, living on and off the streets and sometimes sleeping in the stairwells of the Manhattanville Projects.

When Kool Moe Dee’s solo career took off he toured with him, performing on worldwide stages. But he spent most of the time in his hotel rooms getting high, he said.

“If there’s anything I regret, I’ve been to every major city at least five times and I have no idea what they look like,” he said.

Still, he found a second career in youth development. He returned to his Harlem neighborhood, organizing a basketball tournament and acting as an M.C. for the games, and worked as a recreation specialist for the city’s Parks and Recreation Department.

Over the next decade, Mr. Hill found part-time and seasonal work in after-school programs and as a teacher’s aide, at places like Harlem Children’s Zone/Promise Academy Charter School and Imagine Me Leadership Charter School in Brooklyn. Students called him Mr. L.A. or Coach L.A.

“The kids were my therapy but I didn’t realize it,” he said. He stopped using drugs, found different ways to navigate his depression and moved into his own apartment in the Bronx.

“It was the beginning of a turnaround,” he remembered thinking.

He was wrong. Past mistakes came back to haunt him. “I tried to dot the i’s and cross the t’s, which I am not the best with,” Mr. Hill admitted.

He owed approximately $35,000 for 20 years of unpaid child support for his oldest daughter, Ebony, now 31. Mr. Hill says he actually overpaid child support for his other daughter, Jamara, now 21. He was not married to either of the girls’ mothers.

And in 2011 the Unemployment Insurance Appeals Board filed suit against him for $18,000, citing payments they said he had received ineligibly. (Mr. Hill maintains that he had been transparent about his income history in his application.) He eventually pleaded guilty to a misdemeanor, but had already lost his job, and an eviction notice all but spelled the end of the line.

“I felt like someone pulled the stop out and all the water was running down the drain,” he said.

At a friend’s suggestion, he applied for a job at the Dunlevy Milbank Center in Harlem, an agency with the Children’s Aid Society, one of the seven organizations supported by The New York Times Neediest Cases Fund. Social workers there realized his desperate financial situation and helped him secure $2,125.25 from the fund for his back rent and three months’ utilities, food, transportation and clothing.

Now Mr. Hill regularly attends a back-to-work program and keeps busy with a variety of volunteer activities, hoping that one of them will lead to full-time work.

He still loves performing and occasionally appears with the Treacherous Three, but these days he craves 9-to-5 stability.

And for all his travails, he remains proud of his role in hip-hop history.

“Somebody has to be the roots of the tree,” he said. “Without the roots, that tree doesn’t stand.”

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