fell hardbody on this classic today...this song/video embodies everything that is right/ was right about hip hop. damn without sounding cliche corporate dollars really fuck'd shit up. the hunger in this record is astounding. i mean it comes across so raw. it just baffles me how corny, soft and weak, "new age" hip hop is. i mean it's tailored itself for a wal- mart generation. i mean i could go on and bash about the disgust of what is being produced now but lets be a little bit more positive here. ok. first off, the video shot in black and white; incredible touch right there. the street garb being donned in the video lets examine. for footwear, timberland's. why? because things could pop off and you can't stomp somebodies face in with sneakers. plus sneakers are for jock-o-homos and i don't think there are any in this video. baggy jeans, why for the tech 9 in the waist line. as far as the top goes, hoodie and a warm down jacket because it gets cold pitchin on the block. and last a nice warm hat for the Sculley. also no major jewelry. too hungry for the lavish luxuries. opposed to the neon, scarf wearing, jewelry on loan, abominable taste of what is displayed today. the v used, a modest suv. whats all that's needed for a solid video? your crew because you ain't got nothin when your standing alone. and your neighborhood because you have got to rep your set proper. the melody is perfectly laced. they even know where they came from and paid tribute by tying in the "all night long" mary-jane girls hook. magnificent. please answer me how something so sweet can go so sour? on a final note. real recognize real and crews gave props to one another. a lot of people want to talk reckless today but i guess that's ok when your world is a high rise office. people tend to stay in line when please reference 1: 55 min into the video, everybody is packing. definitely not an advocate for violence but staying in line and respect is important.