Public Enemy — Air Hoodlum

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«Yo Chuck, where you at, G? I think he went upstairs, you know?»
«A very furious mixture of noise, what Public Enemy producer Hank Shocklee
calls, ‘music’s worst nightmare’»
«Hey, he’s a good kid!»
Air Hoodlum
Air Hoodlum
«Check check, check the elevation
Check check, check the elevation
Check check, check the elevation
Check check, check the elevation»
«A player, that can leap, with the best of them»
Risin up in the ‘Velt, Strong Island, New York
The hood, in case you did not know my base
There was a ballplayer who had all the skills
With the pill to pay the piper, plus all the bills
Mick his first name, Mack the awesome game
Practiced in the heat, in the rain or in pain
Mick so quick, at six foot six
Down to be picked by anyone but the Celtics
Oh, what a handle could score from the floor
With people bangin’ on him, or even hangin’ on him
But what he did best, above all the rest was
«A player that can leap, with the best of them»
«As a high school phenom…»
«The Skywalker himself!»
«I felt, he could do, to make this an effective basketball team»
Grades nine and ten, Mickey Mack was all that
But in class, his ass sat way in the back

How I know? ‘Cause I know, I used to flow with the bro
He didn’t mind, I used to read him his own headlines
Cause he could not read ’em, his school wouldn’t need em
If the lines woulda went like this
Mickey Mack jumped over the candlestick
His stack was his stats, but his D was still wack
Grades eleven and twelve, he found the wrong clientele and all
During class, he would dribble in the hall
But never got in trouble in school, but the trouble was
It was cool if your brain was just another bubble
As long as he could score fiddy-two
Get thirty-three rebounds, fuckin’ around
Teams lost to him, he went right through ’em
Division, county, state — that’s three, count ’em
Championships for a small town bro
That’s bound to go pro
«He gets free, turn on the jumper, good!»
«Streak of lightning when he breaks loose…»
«We all felt in our hearts we could win this ballgame»
«They just required me to have the game that I did
I’m just… that’s all, I that’s all I that’s all I can say»
«That’s all I can say»
«He hauled down fifteen rebounds, and kept the ball away from everybody»
«Then he had a triple double!»

«A-a-a sensational player…»
SAT’s didn’t matter cause he was all that
You know, the pat on the back
He was always in the news, you gotta know what it means
It means revenue, and I’m tellin’ you
I saw cars and G’s come to our school, please
Approach Hell with the principal, «Where’s the coach?»
Went to college, four years with a scholarship
And won the championship
But when it came to his life, he didn’t care
‘Cause he took it to the air
«Cross and a hook, he scores, he’s fouled!»
«From the far corner, breaks West and here’s the jumper, good!!»
«There’s the jumper, it’s not gonna go, rebound batted back…»
The fall began when Mickey Mack fell

Hell ripped his knee, drafted last by personnel
Oh, how he loved the game, it was fantastic
Until he was cut, and couldn’t stick
Times got tighter and tighter
He had an attitude, was rude, so he turned into a fighter
School wouldn’t give him the job that he needed
Assistant to the assistant coach, they didn’t need it
Then he resorted to a stick up kid
Ski-mask and gat, but this game he wasn’t good at
And the drugs on the side
Police ambushed his ride (gunfire), another homicide
He was over, ghost you know
Hometown hero, but now a zero
To those hypocrites who ripped him blind
For his skills without the will to develop his mind
Forever in the news the community views him
Only as Air Hoodlum
«I don’t understand it, the kid coulda been another Jordan!»