Burroughs writes the same thing and gets hailed as the greatest writer of the twentieth century. A lot of people, for whatever reason, take offense to such ideas. The mind itself is a ghetto, and the ghetto is universal. In the remaining ten tracks, the group depicts a paranoid, conspiratorial wasteland where cops 'think every nigga is sellin' narcotics,' where they often are selling narcotics to buy gats to kill cops, where bitches have two functions in life- to suck dick and get shot when they stop- and where there are two only professions: bein' a punk and shootin' punks. The bass throttles, the funk combusts, and the sirens deafen as Eazy-E dispenses with tired romantic clichés: 'So what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her!/ You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't no sucker!' And this is the least misogynistic of N.W.A.'s albums.

The opening squall of 'Straight Outta Compton', 'Fuck tha Police', and 'Gangsta Gangsta' is still as confrontational and decimating as it was at the dawn of the 1990s. It unites the paranoia of It Takes a Nation of Millions with the chill of The Chronic, while still retaining an old-school, Run-DMC-style playfulness. In some ways, Straight Outta Compton is the archetypal rap album, the one you would send into space if you wanted to ignite a stellar holocaust. It's cruel, duplicitous, perverse, horrifying, hilarious. This is tantamount to using a 'Happy B-Day, Grandma' Hallmark card to inform a family you just slaughtered their grandmother. First, Dre and Yella took the vitriolic, cacophonous rampage of Public Enemy and discarded all the motivation and history behind the anger second, they sampled laid-back jazz, psychoastral-lovetron p-funk, sweetly romantic soul, naïve doo-wop, Martha Reeves, Charles Wright and Marvin Gaye, and proceeded to lay it under the most gruesome narratives imaginable, dead ho's and cop killers.

Straight Outta Compton was not the first gangsta-rap album, nor was it the first album to use such disconcerting and scabrous blasts of sound, but the music was revolutionary for two reasons. It's one thing to get a catchy couplet stuck in teenagers' heads it's another to convert half the nation into murderous psychopaths hell-bent on riot and rape. Yet, at that moment, I didn't just want to fuck tha police, both physically and figuratively I wanted them lynched, drenched in gasoline, and burnt alive. This is what was occupying my mind: 'See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem/ I see a motherfuckin' cop, I don't dodge him.' Now, based on my limited experience with law enforcement, I've found most cops to be cordial, beneficent protectors of the law.

Last week I was buying some detergent at a local laundromat in rural Nebraska.

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