The Jay-Z that we now know ā the one who makes shady and feeble NFL deals, the one who is essentially a house husband to Beyonceās breadwinner, the one who looks like Basquiat if he had a 401K ā pales in comparison to the Jay-Z that my older brother, older cousin, and I were obsessed with growing up. Shawn Carter was once a force of nature on the mic, and transformative as a rap star. No one knew much about his personal life that wasnāt in the music, but they knew he came out with a crew of dogs ready to unleash at a momentās notice. (This Diary of Jay-Z from MTV is a good example). He was adept at making you feel the snark and the bite in his music, lifestyle, and persona, but also being in control of his behavior and narrative. Thereās never a time, except when he struggled with a Mannie Fresh beat, where Jay-Z isnāt in control while he is rapping; itās arresting to listen to him jab and swing with his flow and words without ever losing the rap pocket. For example, a song like āStreets Is Watchingā, when he says āitās like a full time job not to kill niggasā, is so raw to me. He truly means that. He wishes he could smoke everyone. It is hard for him to keep control of himself when he wants to lash out. But he has to do it anyway because violence costs too much. For any Black kids in NYC, and especially ones who are outgoing and enjoy the limelight like me, who are trying to make it happen, listen to late 90ās Jay-Z. Itāll make you more focused, stronger (notice how Jay-Z is never focused on women, in fact he rejects them if they annoy him) ā and more aware of the possible snakes around you.