Brown Sugar

¶ If y'all feel that shit right about now ¶

¶ come on, y'all, make some noise ¶

¶ if you're with me ¶

¶ come on, y'all, yeah ¶

¶ come on, y'all, make some noise if you're with me ¶

¶ make some noise if you're with me ¶

¶ make some noise if you're with me ¶

¶ it's like that, y'all, and it sounds so nice ¶

¶ hip-hop, you the love of my life ¶

¶ we about to go to the top, y'all ¶

¶ hip-hop love ¶

¶ to the top of hip-hop ¶

¶ it's like that, y'all ¶

¶ and it sounds so nice ¶

¶ hip-hip, you the love of my life ¶

¶ we about to go to the-- to the--to the ¶

¶ to the--to the--to the-- to the--to the-- ¶

¶ the anticipation arose as time froze ¶

¶ I stared off the stage with my eyes closed ¶

¶ and dove deep into the cosmos ¶

¶ the impact pushed back... ¶

Sidney, voice over: I started every interview

I've ever given the same way for over 10 years.

So, when did you fall in love with hip-hop?

Kool g rap: I basically fell in love with hip-hop,

you know what I'm saying, when cats first started

going out to the parks, you know,

with the 2 turntables, the mic.

I think it was 1977.

People are rocking in the parks.

I can remember back in the Bronx, 1979.

Set up some turntables in front of the building.

And we was getting the power

from the street lamps outside.

Plug it up into the street pole.

Mc-ing, dj-ing, b-boying, break-dancing.

Break-dancing or popping,

beats or rhymes, you know. I was in love with it.

Probably about 12 years old, man.

And I was watching wild style.

It was creative, it was new, it was fresh.

Breakin', rappin', battlin'.

It was the whole culture, period.

The bambaataa show, the afrika islam show.

It was just like our way of expression.

Hip-hop spoke directly to me because,

you know, it was speaking from the language

that the people I was dealing with was speaking,

and I loved it as soon as I--

as soon as I got introduced to it.

I was gonna be dealing with hip-hop

whether I wanted to or not.

Like a forced marriage, it was predetermined.

And I heard Eric b is president,

and then that kind of changed my life.

I heard the message, melle Mel.

There was a rapper named Eddie cheeba

who was one of the pioneers.

When I first heard sugarhill gang.

Rapper's delight.

Rapper's delight.

That set it off for rap music.

Funky four plus one more.

Plus one more, you know what I'm saying?

Furious five, freedom.

Run and them and Houdini freestyling.

Sucka mc's by run-dmc.

Sucka mc's live.

Grandmaster flash on the wheels of steel.

Grandmaster caz from the cold crush brothers.

Cold crush. Cold crush.

Cold crush. Grandmaster flash.

Treacherous three, body rock.

Spoonie gee, love rap.

The first time I heard rebel without a pause.

Eric b and rakim.

Epmd and them.

I gotta say public enemy as a group...

You know.

Classics, bangers.

I mean, to this day they're bangers.

I just love what it sounded like,

and I loved what he was saying.

You know, the whole slick tongue thing.

I felt like these dudes hit the truth.

Forget everything else you heard on the radio and all that.

This is it. This is what I want to do.

I was in.

It was freedom.

Sidney, voice over: I remember the exact day

I fell in love with hip-hop. It was...

Bye!

[Play at your own risk by planet patrol playing]

Yo, look, y'all! Look what they doing over there!

Come on!

¶ The mic almost dropped but I catch quick ¶

¶ and from that point we get hectic ¶

¶ now, I score the ladies, I score the boys ¶

¶ I am the one and only art of noise ¶

¶ what up, hear, hear? ¶

¶ Dana Dane ¶

girl, up here!

¶ When out of nowhere dropped this fiendish fiend ¶

¶ I want your shoes, your jewels, man, everything ¶

¶ now in his hands, a knife, a gun ¶

¶ I'm thinking to myself ¶

should I fight or should I run? ¶

¶ I see his tool, slapped him up against the dome ¶

¶ would you believe this fool ¶

¶ tried to rob me with a comb? ¶

¶ yo, Rick, my, my, ¶

¶ my mellow, my man ¶

¶ get on the mic and rock this jam ¶

¶ well, I was on the 41 bus ¶

¶ reading the news ¶

¶ here comes grandma ¶

¶ and she steps on my shoes ¶

¶ I smile, although I was quite disgusted ¶

¶ I said "what's the matter, granny ¶

¶ is your blind ass dusted?" ¶

Sidney, voice over: The day I saw slick Rick,

who went by Ricky d back then,

Dana Dane, and Doug e. Fresh battle in the Bronx

was the day I truly met hip-hop.

Little did I know a year later

Ricky d would would join the get fresh crew

and record the hip-hop classic the show,

and of course the b-side LA di da di.

Dana Dane would drop a couple years later

with his classic cinderfella.

But little did I know

how much hip-hop would be a part of my life.

Hip-hop was as young, naive, confused,

sometimes innocent,

and sometimes as mischievous as I was.

And as I grew up...

Later, dre. Later, sid.

Hip-hip grew with me,

and along the way it took on all my baggage...

My dreams.

I felt hip-hop,

and hip-hop felt me.

And I know everyone who loves the music

feels the same way I do.

You know this little party going on

out here is for you.

I know. I'll be out in a minute.

I know you can't be working.

Today's your last day.

It's the book.

I got to turn in the pages by the end of the week.

Dre's on the line.

You want me to put him through?

Yeah. Put him through.

Sidney, on phone: What's up, baby?

Hey, what's up, girl?

You knew I wasn't about to let you leave

without my ink, right?

I know you don't have me on speaker, do you?

No, no. I mean, yeah, but it's just me.

So, what's good?

Apologize first.

What happened?

Apologize first. You know the routine.

Say it. "I'm sorry for being..."

Uh, I'm sorry for being

a self-centered, uh, ass.

Actually change that to "impatient, arrogant ass."

Ok, you can't be adding extras here, sid.

Tell me something. Does Simon know

you wet the bed till you were 12?

Ok, ok, I'm sorry for being

a self-centered, arrogant--

no break-dancing.

You crazy, no, no, you--

no, I ain't crossing that line.

Just say it, dre. I got your review in my hands.

I'll put it at the bottom of the stack. Come on.

All right.

No break-dancing...

No break-dancing ass

who's taking advantage of his friendship

with the beautiful, smart, the giving

hip-hop writer of the Los Angeles times.

New editor of double xl.

The new editor of double xl

for his personal

professional advancement.

Are you happy now?

Mm-hmm. Congratulations.

I think you've got another hit on your hands.

Thank you, sid.

Couldn't wait one week

for the review to come out, huh?

So what's the deal?

You gonna be home in time for Russell's party?

Oh, look at you. Like you're on

a first name basis with Russell Simmons.

Come on now, you know how I do it.

Yes, I'll be home for the def jam party.