Graveside rap
Following are excerpts, edited for profanity and length, from a song in a tape that disc jockey Pete Mazalewski said that he helped produce and that was recorded by three of the four young men shot to death in Dorchester. He said that the lyrics represented what the men saw, and that they did not describe actions the artists wanted to take.
Member 1
Look for the coppers. Nine [milimeter] looking sexy . . . We make a good couple, we been going steady, be dead if I dropped her. You don't want no beef with my rastas. Sick, can't nothing be prescribed by the doctor. I ain't no imposter. You wear the costume try and be a monster.
Member 2
We got automatics rippin' your chest up. You should have known a hollow will rip that vest up. It's Graveside . . . we next up. Coming to a 'hood near you when we bringin' the best stuff.
Member 3
From music to trees . . . we got everything. Abuse it and believe we don't act like celebrities.
Member 4
Nah . . . Come hear me boy! You gon' make me dump dump on you chump chumps. With the barrel pump pump. Make them jump up . . . Get crunk. We smoke skunk and get all types of drunk. And crash into colleges with guns in our possession. Group's still in session. . . . We mobsters, full-course lobsters, hard-knock boxers. 