Bruce Wagner - Dead Stars

Not on that day. . . . …

It will keep, said the General.

He would pass the torch to his sons, Ricky Ruben & Liar Cohan, and son of sons Martial Law Mathers. I–Veen the Father, Liar & Little Ricky the Sons, MM the Holy Ghost.

The blind complacency of the Black set the stage for the rise of Marshall Mathers, his marriage to the assassin Fiddy, & the shame and humiliation that followed of Jay-Z, Drs. Dre/ake, Lil Wayne, Snoop, T.I., Ludacris, Nicki, Rihanna, and so many others by his hands. (The beating she suffered was owing to the talented Mr Brown’s explosive displeasure upon learning the news that had been concealed from him; that she had crossed over to the Puppetmathers’ world. He did not love the way she lied. If one were to make a timeline, it would be clear to see that Rihanna’s easing/lifting of the restraining order coincided to the very day she received word from Jay-Z-hova that her contrite beloved had been made a boss on Mathers’ plantation. Alack, another sad day for Suge Templar Knight, who until that moment had been so impressed with Mr Brown, & now spent sleepless nights bemoaning the fate of all of his once brave brethren.)

Jerzy kept a diary in a close, careful hand; the wild history clarified things for him. He wrote about Mr Mathers living in his Oz-like home in Detroit, serviced by Black&White slaves. Like an emperor, his every need was made manifest: in the middle of each of his many labs there sat a fountain which spewed forth Splenda-flavored diet Coke. Mr Mathers has gone on record that he keeps vast files of wordplay rhymes on index cards for future anthems; Jerzy wrote in his journal other hidden details that he felt must come to light should something happen to him during one of his missions — mainly, that a whole room in itself was dedicated to those troves of songs to be written & played at a future date when the War is over & peace descends upon the land. These are the songs that contain the word nigger; the Puppetmathers would fold them into the compositional theme he used so effectively, time & again, of his dominance over the thickheaded thugs & tatted pickanninnies of rapdom. He dreamed he was King, woke up, he was still King. . . of those he enslaved. Watch the (game of) throne … as White infiltrate & co-commander of Black Cointelpro, Jerzy had done an exceedingly careful study of Mr Mathers’ manner of speech, his inflections when he talkshowed or spoke to radio press — the Puppetmathers has a playful side, but likes to keep his interviewers on edge, enjoys making them feel honored he has spared them from his whipsaw rage & violent whitened blackhenchmen — Jerzy noted that when M 2was being serious, his broody face formed words with peculiar, post-modern wigger phrasing, odd & somewhat somehow blackified, & strange sounding… it isn’t quite white trash not exactly but then what is it? Jerzy realized what caused Mr Mathers’ baffling, unplaceable argot: simply the effect upon his regular speech — a compression or distortion or displacement of sound — by that of an alternate speechifying: as he spoke to whatever obsequious interlocutor to promote himself, he was at the same time sending messages to his slaves. One day there would be a machine not yet born (Suge’s scientists were working on it) able to split his voice in two, & isolate the 2nd speaker : exposing, for the cynics, the pep talk/marching orders he dispenses to plantation workers, in all media & venue.

So artful was Mr Marshall Mathers, that to his father I–Veen’s pleasure, a 3rd domino need not even be touched by his hand — they were already falling by metempsychosis.

The love of Jerzy’s life was a black Jew (he called her Blue) whom he lived with for a time in Brooklyn. He destroyed that love with the necessary, poignant sacrifices of War, forever paying the remorseful price. When the Great Wave came over him — such as it was beginning to lap at him now, & such as it had before he was hospitalized for his small, secret attack — he called her Blue, yet came to believe her true name to be Zadie Smith.

Zadie Bluesmith sometimes helped him, the memory of her helped clear his head so he could set down thoughts & analyses which in Time he knew would be historical. He wished she could be with him but he’d lost track of where she was, didn’t even know if she were still alive, sometimes had a feeling she wasn’t, then heard she got married, but when he heard she got married he preferred to believe she was dead, that his feeling she was no longer living had been correct, preferred that awful thing over believing or learning she had married. She sometimes helped him during his compositions, the close & careful journaling he did to make sense of his inspirited crusade. Because it was lonely, solitary work. She helped with his Lamentations, & encouraged him to carry with him at all times the acrostic alphabet of which the League of Informers & Betrayers was composed — those who it had been written would stand in the way of the Suge-led Black, the warriors who one day, after much bloodshed, would storm Heaven & achieve their place in Paradise for there is no pain like their pain . He kept the laminated cheatsheet in a drawer, it’d been there since he came home from his small, secret attack, but when he saw the dark distant funnel & heard the faraway rolling thunder he placed it on his person & wore it all the days. An eerie roll call & reminder of MCs who had fallen:

Plantation Lamentations

(Aleph) Eminem, Master/Overseer/Puppetmathers

(Beth) Big Pun, Bone th., Busta Rhymes, Beasties, birdman

( Gimel ) Geto boyz, the Game

(Daleth) Dre, Drizzy, DMC, dmx

(He) Hov-Jay-Z

(Waw) Weezy, Waka Flocka Fl., Wiz Kh., Warren G

(Zayin) Ye, Yelawolf

(Heth) Ice Cube

(Teth) T.I., Tyler the Creator/T-Pain

(Yod) B.o.B.

(Kaph) Common, Chris Brown

(Lamed) Lauryn Hill, Luda, LLCool J, lil kim, Jeezy

(Mem) Method M., Mase, Mos Def, Mob deep, Maybach Music, MIA

(Nun) NWA, Nicki-Barbie, Nate dogg