In 1993 lynch got shot?
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damn. i live in iowa and i know this shit...but anyway the real story
Interview of The Brotha Lynch Hung Espionage,
artist rapper/producer; and Hyst, Brotha Lynch's protege rapper.
September 21,1993,10:13 p.m.
During the whole cold November game, #75, nosetackle, had an attitude problem, especially with #84, his opposing lineman. Words had been exchanged, and the defensive game had put more players on the stretchers than in all the other games this season combined. #75 and #84 were raw, it was the last fifteen minutes and they were ready to tear each other apart. They faced each other, knuckles to the ground, and stared into each others eyes. "HUTT!" starts the play and the two collide, but #75 breaks through the offensive line to find an unsuspecting QB hawking for his wide receiver. #75, his rage unleashed and uncontrolled, blindsides into the QB, snapping him like a brittle stick. The game's not over, but the quarterback's season is.
SONNY. What happened that night?
BROTHA LYNCH. I wuz at a get together at my partna's house. My partna does some gang-bangin, and he's on one team. But the apartment complex is drownded with a whole diff'rent team, y'see. The only people I know are my partna `an the people who visit him. Well, my partna and his buddies had been runnin' in and out of the apartments, knowin' that the otha team wuz there, kinda showin' that they were'nt scared, `an maybe doin' a little side show, throwin' up signs. Me, Hyst, and Shante (BL's girlfriend) were leavin' an' I guess they (the apartment team) mistook us for the people that were throwin' up the signs, `an started talkin' their slang to us. I kep' askin' what they meant , and then I said forget it, and told Shante to get in the back seat. Hyst started drivin' back, and just as were about to take off, someone ran up onna window and fired six shots, point blank. We didn't know we were shot until we saw blood. They jumped in a car an' we panicked because we didn't know if they were gonna follow us. They didn't, and we ended up at the hospital, where the treatment was not well. They (the doctors) said they couldn't find the bullet, so they left it in me! A bullet went in Hyst's chest an' out the back of his arm....this never happened before....
HYST. Three things happen' all at once. The glass bustin' in ma face, a loud-ass ringin' in ma ear, and my arm goin' numb. S. An incident like that could have left you dead. How has it affected your philosophy on life? BL. I am here to stay outta trouble. I been rappin' for 12 years, an' I'm 25 now. I have an EP out called 24 Deep on Black Market Records and a new one called Season of the Sickness. I just wanna do my music. In this day and age, you can stay outta trouble, but if trouble comes your way, you gotta handle it, or else you'll end up gettin handled. H. I'm happy to be alive. My philosophy is to tell the truth, and fuck wit' Nintendo. To get through handlin' ma own...an' do a lil' drinkin'. I'm sayin' I'm on ma own. S. Where's it all leading? BL. Where it's leading for me is to not even go to places where thugs hang out. I'd rather go to Cattle Club or a punk rocker party where evr'body accepts me and no one gets shot. I try to message everyone on the shit goin' on, but if shit on the street and in society keeps goin' its way, we're ass out! I hope everyone gets my message and really listens to the lyrics. H. When you see ma tape, don't sleep on it `til you hear it. Don't judge a book by its cover. Brotha Lynch and Hyst were two of the most gracious, polite, profound, and real people I've had the honor of kickin' it with. With the massive trend of "being a gangster" and the ease of obtaining a handgun, shit like this is no longer unusual, much like a football game. It sucks, and my motivation for doing this article was out of care for a young artist trying to make his way in a stratified society. Support the arts, not the macks.
Peace, soNny.
http://www.heckler.com/articles/heckler_2/lynch.html
Interview of The Brotha Lynch Hung Espionage,
artist rapper/producer; and Hyst, Brotha Lynch's protege rapper.
September 21,1993,10:13 p.m.
During the whole cold November game, #75, nosetackle, had an attitude problem, especially with #84, his opposing lineman. Words had been exchanged, and the defensive game had put more players on the stretchers than in all the other games this season combined. #75 and #84 were raw, it was the last fifteen minutes and they were ready to tear each other apart. They faced each other, knuckles to the ground, and stared into each others eyes. "HUTT!" starts the play and the two collide, but #75 breaks through the offensive line to find an unsuspecting QB hawking for his wide receiver. #75, his rage unleashed and uncontrolled, blindsides into the QB, snapping him like a brittle stick. The game's not over, but the quarterback's season is.
SONNY. What happened that night?
BROTHA LYNCH. I wuz at a get together at my partna's house. My partna does some gang-bangin, and he's on one team. But the apartment complex is drownded with a whole diff'rent team, y'see. The only people I know are my partna `an the people who visit him. Well, my partna and his buddies had been runnin' in and out of the apartments, knowin' that the otha team wuz there, kinda showin' that they were'nt scared, `an maybe doin' a little side show, throwin' up signs. Me, Hyst, and Shante (BL's girlfriend) were leavin' an' I guess they (the apartment team) mistook us for the people that were throwin' up the signs, `an started talkin' their slang to us. I kep' askin' what they meant , and then I said forget it, and told Shante to get in the back seat. Hyst started drivin' back, and just as were about to take off, someone ran up onna window and fired six shots, point blank. We didn't know we were shot until we saw blood. They jumped in a car an' we panicked because we didn't know if they were gonna follow us. They didn't, and we ended up at the hospital, where the treatment was not well. They (the doctors) said they couldn't find the bullet, so they left it in me! A bullet went in Hyst's chest an' out the back of his arm....this never happened before....
HYST. Three things happen' all at once. The glass bustin' in ma face, a loud-ass ringin' in ma ear, and my arm goin' numb. S. An incident like that could have left you dead. How has it affected your philosophy on life? BL. I am here to stay outta trouble. I been rappin' for 12 years, an' I'm 25 now. I have an EP out called 24 Deep on Black Market Records and a new one called Season of the Sickness. I just wanna do my music. In this day and age, you can stay outta trouble, but if trouble comes your way, you gotta handle it, or else you'll end up gettin handled. H. I'm happy to be alive. My philosophy is to tell the truth, and fuck wit' Nintendo. To get through handlin' ma own...an' do a lil' drinkin'. I'm sayin' I'm on ma own. S. Where's it all leading? BL. Where it's leading for me is to not even go to places where thugs hang out. I'd rather go to Cattle Club or a punk rocker party where evr'body accepts me and no one gets shot. I try to message everyone on the shit goin' on, but if shit on the street and in society keeps goin' its way, we're ass out! I hope everyone gets my message and really listens to the lyrics. H. When you see ma tape, don't sleep on it `til you hear it. Don't judge a book by its cover. Brotha Lynch and Hyst were two of the most gracious, polite, profound, and real people I've had the honor of kickin' it with. With the massive trend of "being a gangster" and the ease of obtaining a handgun, shit like this is no longer unusual, much like a football game. It sucks, and my motivation for doing this article was out of care for a young artist trying to make his way in a stratified society. Support the arts, not the macks.
Peace, soNny.
http://www.heckler.com/articles/heckler_2/lynch.html