Two things are vastly inexpedient here; emotions and morality. Emotions are for the weak, or so I’m told. Therefore it’s a common spectacle to see people attempting to blot them out, trying their hardest to throw bravado at life’s bigger issues. You could problem drown in the sea of tears we’ve collectedly cried at sometime, but you wouldn’t know it, for here we make sure business produces more flow than tear ducts. When I say morality, I mean your sense of it, not ours.
It’s funny how such things share kinship without actual connection, for in ‘gangland’ where the grime generation was born, we are ‘men of honour’ and those not sharing our ethos are ‘abject spies’, each one of us considering our selves ‘Bello Mafioso’ in some way, shape, or fashion. In this place that grime built, poignantly it is Grime that is increasingly the sound of ***. In terms of music, the ‘Bello Mafioso’ sound that is grime, Wiley will always be ‘Il Padrino’. Only he could have his name legitimately shot to pieces yet still emerge seemingly unscathed, as a scene we have seen it, more than once. Dizzee is our prodigal son, the 1st to ‘make it good’ and lay the blueprint for a competent/ thorough Grime album. The scene has its ‘made men’, legends such as D Double E who have been around since the starting days, and could probably ‘duppy’ any given rave with a verse about the weather, let alone any infamous material. No scene is without tragic royalty and ‘young pretenders to the throne’ and we most certainly have the latter and the former. The loss of pioneering lyricist Escobar is a memory still sore in the mind of any true grime fan, and Crazy Titch interviews and tracks recently released have garnered the attention befitting to them. Titch most certainly stands testament to the spirit of this place and its musical culture, for it seems not even prison can stop this man from imposing his talent and venom upon the world. That is why I use mafia synonymous language to describe this scene, Titch will be heard regardless of his apparent error in judgement, and you will remember his name. Furthermore, he firmly intends on dictate which grounds such memory will be anchored in. That my friends, is “Bello Mafioso”.
Having said that, you must forgive me, for it is not Grime I’ve intended to write about per se. Today, I want to talk about UK Hip Hop. One artist specifically, one track, which encapsulated what it is to be; young, black and living in the belly of the beast.
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