SUNSET STYLE – NIGGA STUDIES: GAZA 101

SUNSET STYLE – NIGGA STUDIES: GAZA 101

SUNSET STYLE: The Next Element of Hip Hop
By SUNEZ

“They all have tanks and we have stones/They demolish our homes and kill our children/Oh Palestine the free, oh Gaza the brave/Zionism shall be defeated”

– Shadia Mansour – “Kollon 3endon Dababaat”

More than boxed in, they outflanked. Borders finally don’t exist. All a closed cipher of bombs bursting in the air by the dawn’s early light. A study of nigger at the eye of the drone exposes the fight or flight of Original people oppressed. Upon nigger, when style is applied, the suffix is replaced with a loose ‘a’ and fitted for a new era of survival. And a new styled nigger becomes a nigga that struts, buckdances and shuffles their way out. Striving gets confused as thriving and the man lets you keep surviving. But these new niggers ain’t allowed to be niggas everywhere.

Back to the war in Gaza where God is a mystery, Allah is unnameable, Israeli bombs Zig, Palestinians Zag and everything Zig Again and Again and Again. In Gaza, Palestinians the only Brown folk that ain’t called niggers but are the legendary niggers of this era. They don’t even have the chance to be a nigga. Some powerful sisters out there rap and between bombs on beaches the young brothers might b-boy. And after wakes they been known to graf up a tank with rocks and disc jockey a homemade bomb merely scratch combating the records of oppression. And they won’t even call them niggers cause they can’t make themselves niggas. Niggers, melanated and assassinated ought to be identified. And so they can stumble humbly and be niggas—a selling nigger.

The real niggas are here where I live. These niggas got time between pig frisks and space to graze under the glass ceilings. They import many exotic toys and genetically modify the food to a special blend. We got our own strips but the struggle is calculated like a good movie script so we can make castles on hills and fortresses on landfills. Anti-heroes in our own plays. How dare those pigs get at me and assume that I got the crack that I do got?!! Then the war starts because trickle down economics and Keynesian bliss don’t reach the gutter stock markets. And our worst records are on the radio so our marketing is bumping.

So we the niggas here. We only have certain things to sell and piles of conditioning relaxing lyes into our scalp affecting the purchases. But we are niggas. The God can go nigga too. I can dance on this page, make you clap to rage and then saddle you with my sadness, a great ghetto sage. This is the nigga you say you respect. A real nigga that’ll tell you the real. But I’m telling you a nigga don’t tell the real. He sells it some way and only the God can build on the real. All as I stand by the light sparked by a gorgeous gunset to tell you that nigga don’t recognize nigger.

Even them embedded wiggers can karaoke the songs that spelled your hells. They bloodsuck culture like any gentrifier caved in Washington Heights or barricaded in the heart of Medina. They can count along immortal techniques and rack up poison pens but they never waver about the trials that spawn such dynamic devastation. Here, in these United States, they get to audition to be niggas if they learn the flows and package their product. It’s all riff raff without the fortitude of iron fingaz, yela links with none of the strength of wooden chainz. They sell the worst, we buy the wrong and we never noticed the new niggers being wronged.

The Gaza gotta be filled with niggers. They can’t sell us their song and dance so the man won’t let them be niggas. Just corral them and exterminate them. They remind the God of some of my ol’ nigger-certified roots—the indigenous Arawak that then extend to all the Native American brother and sister tribes in this wilderness of North America. A bunch of true and living whose genius made life too simple that the white man needed to compartmentalize it, toss contrasting complexities upon it and conquer it. Today, our oppression on that side labels us niggers of yesteryear in the history texts. These are thoughts to be worn by a nigger that get used to let a young nigga rock.

But where is that whitey of great burden to label the suffering Palestinians niggers? Who will not care that they Palestinians have not the time to dance coon tunes on Eid Mubarak and earn themselves some nigga meals? Is there a nigga of repute in these lands to save them niggers over there? Some rapper nigga bitch with concrete ass to help these Palestinians pass into our sympathies? Is there a rapper bitch nigga to shine his shines, spin his rims and pretty hiccup a simile of his illness on this? A trap bar or two, if you will, my good nigga, to them white cats at rapgenius to analyze that you fuck niggas up like Israeli bombs on Palestinian niggers? That you are exploding heads like brown Gaza babies?!! That you got so many fucking bars that you barricade families of niggers to death like the Israeli and Egyptian borders?!!! Where is a nigga’s humanity that he can’t acknowledge another nigger’s existence?!!

The Palestinians are niggers by definition. Nobody is killing for a mystery god named Jehovah or Woody Allen. Ain’t nobody giving a fuck about the 99 attributes or the unnamable mystery they calling Allah. Jack Bauer is going to live another day just like the fairy tales of John Wayne. Everything is real and it’s just that ol’ case of the niggers closest to the origins are wiped out by the new whiteys—that archaic gentrification. No one gives a fuck about niggers but niggers acknowledged as niggers is the least you can fucking do. Palestinian babies are getting killed and we are droned of empathy. Palestinian families are bombed and they are deemed necessary military collateral. However you fox it up Palestinians are being treated like the worst indigenous niggers. Niggers because they aren’t even considered human enough to spare their women and children or fight them with honor. Never to be niggas because they won’t even stop to have them sing, dance and pitch their rights for the conditional caged freedom that we niggas got here.

Boxed in I got a knowledge of self and outflanked massa. I got this knowledge knowing I was a nigger that wouldn’t become a nigga. But here, today, in the Yankee west, niggas forgot they are still niggers so they won’t even see another nigger. Even as Gaza is told, we are still being sold and so we all just niggers on different levels, varying stretches of miles to swim in the waters of oppression. Find me some niggas willing to swim and until then the God will sail his ship against the currents of savagery.

“Beef is Iraq, the West Bank and Gaza Strip/Some beef is big and some beef is small/But what ya’ll call beef is not beef at all/Beef is real life happening every day/And it’s realer than them songs you gave to Kayslay…”

– Mos Def (Yaasin Bey) – “Beef”