I was living and dying by this and The Source in 96.
Fresh outta jail, back in the MS Delta, riding around in a primed down Box Chevy and listening to any and everything loud as hell. Everybody knew when I was driving through. Nobody was listening to anything but what everybody else was listening to.
I still had only been as far and diverse as Illinois and St. Louis. All that east coast/west coast stuff was still like wonderful ass alien planets to me.
That Aaliyah commercial had me like

That Nas commercial. I remember being like "

that's NAS!? WTF happened!?" Little did I know....
BET Jazz.....
Me thinking that Jay-Z song was wack and wondering why it was so popular.... but slobbering over Fox. The reason why I be tranq'ed over the dark skin/darker lipstick combo til this day (and dark female smoker's lips)
Crucial Conflict was getting major play in Mississippi. For us in Da Souf, it was like one step away from Young Bleed's "My Balls and My Word". It wasn't "Southern", per se, despite what nikkas may say now as to it being "Country". It was "Western". The parts of Illinois I was in loved them cause they were Peoples/VL/4CH and nobody had been put on nationwide (and loudly claimed it) yet. Bone came out with "Ghetto Cowboy" and destroyed all that "wstern rap" trend right after. shyt was so wack, nobody tried it again.
What a time capsule this was for a old head nikka. Me sitting in front of the TV in a folding chair in my mom's living room, eating heated up chicken rice and gravy with the light coming through the window... looking for some new stuff to bump when I rode out that night.
