The Pharaoh is Our Decent Bastard of the Week



Just as the ancient Egyptians needed monarchs to guide them and provide their civilization with fruitful bounties, so does The Community. Whether it’s teachings, deliverence, or even salvation — sustenance from a higher authority is integral to our soul. That’s why this week we’re saluting The Pharaoh by naming him our Decent Bastard of the Week.

Go back twelve years or so to a simpler time when rap music, sports, dime bags, and busting heads were the primary concerns of many. That was the height of The Pharaoh’s reign. Dropping heavy beats, football knowledge, and shwag herbs with a slew of rough characters he welcomed to his domain, The Pharaoh served as figurehead to a kingdom unrivaled to this day. He also had a huge fucking TV and a pitbull.

And while you may think The Pharaoh was a thug by the description above, in fact he was as gentle as they come. Therein lies the greatness of The Pharaoh. His lifestyle and what he projected were exactly what his community so desperately needed during this time period. Whether he was dishing out a bag of grass or a can of whoopass, he was doing it for the greater good.

The Pharaoh’s reign may not be as robust as it was twelve years ago, but that doesn’t mean he’s no longer The Pharaoh. Nay. In fact, it’s The Communty’s stance that The Pharaoh’s dynasty is still in its infancy. Because while he took power at a young age, The Pharoah’s virtues (and his love for weed) will never die. Teach us great Pharaoh! Teach us!


Doublecheck Your Head

Dece Commune wanted to let our readers know about a dank little project from Max Tannone — the same dude who worked over a fresh mashup of Jay-Z and Radiohead. This time the bastard manipulates tracks from the Beastie Boys’ bad-ass album, Check Your Head — an all-time Community favorite. From Max:

I made the project in support of the Beastie Boys recent reissue of their “Check Your Head” album. The concept is that the Beastie Boys are mashed up with themselves, rapping over tracks sampling their own instrumentals, with all vocals and sampled elements coming from “Check Your Head.”

The Community got an exclusive sneak listen to these jams and they’re definitely worth being heard! Tubesteak’s personal fave from this collection is a jam called “Maestro’s Got to Give” — a mix of “The Maestro” and “Something’s Got to Give” in which the latter groove provides an ill back beat to the “Maestro’s” aggression. But make no mistake — all the tracks are worthy! You can check them out at

DC Podcast Vol. V (Hip Hop Style)

Hello Community! During your time reading this site, you may sometimes get the feeling that we’re a crew of dirty hippie-type dudes, always talking about Phish and Jerry. But that doesn’t really tell the whole story. The truth of the matter is that we enjoy all types of jams — as long as they bring some form of decency to the table. To branch out a little bit, we thought we’d bust out some hip hop for the fifth DC Podcast.

Click here to listen to and download the Decent Community Podcast.

We’ve got a pretty good variety of jams here, a lot of turntable work, some heady rap, and some stuff that’s a little more hardcore. Who doesn’t like some jams from the mean streets? After all, our readers come from all sorts of backgrounds, and it’s only fair that we do our best supply our entire readership with their fix. Jam on!

Getting Caught up in a “1-8-7”

It’s just about every day when a fool tries to set someone up for a 211. Chances are — they fuck around and get caught up in a 187. And so it goes for residents of Compton and beyond — the daily grind of trying to avoid getting jacked up.

Section 187 of the California Penal Code defines the crime of murder. Most white boys wouldn’t know this if it weren’t for mean gangsta rap artists singing about 187s in just about every one of their songs. A sampling:

  • Snoop and Dre collaberate on a jam called Deep Cover, also known as “187.”  You’ve heard it before: “Cause it’s 187 on an undercover cop.” In What’s My Name, you may also recall something similar when Snoop raps, “Mr. 187 on a mothafuckin cop.”
  • In Ice Cube’s Why Me he says, “I don’t give a FUCK what you saw on TV, but a 187 don’t make an OG.”
  • 50 Cent has a track called Curtis 187 where he laments, “I’m grimy, I’m greasy, I make a 187 look easy.”
  • In 2Pac’s jam called How Long Will They Mourn Me?, he rhymes, “Shit, retaliate and pull a 187, do real niggaz get to go to heaven?”

As these wildly popular rappers would lead us to believe — 187s are fairly prevalent, even if they are a dick move. And being a white boy who listens solely to gangsta rap, I’ve come to learn that getting caught up in 187s is just an unfortunate fact of life.

Real talk: It’s only a matter of time before one of my OGs gets gunned down, and I admit, I won’t be happy about it. But if one of my associates getting caught up in a 187 makes me “hard” or nets me more street cred — then I guess maybe it’ll be OK.

All I Think About is Lil Wayne


Lil Wayne

I know, I know,  everyone thinks about Lil Wayne so what makes me soo special, right?  Here’s the thing; contrary to the public belief that an infinite amount of Lil Wayne is not enough Lil Wayne, when Lil Wayne interferes with your everyday life he does become a problem (forgive me Lil Wayne, God Bless).

For example;  the other night when I was watching Obama’s press conference, I could hear Obama talking but all I could see was Lil Wayne.  The other night I woke up my girl because I was screaming “Lil Wayne!” in my sleep.  When I jog through the park all the squirrels and pigeons have little animal bodies but the face of Lil Wayne.  Sometimes on my walk home from work I lose myself and when I come to my senses I’m standing in line at Best Buy, and in my hands is a Lil Wayne CD.  My Lil Wayne obsession is getting soo bad that I almost got fired from my job the other day.  When my boss complimented me on a job well done, I responded, “thanks Lil Wayne!

I knew social and cultural influences were big factors in ones mental health but never did I think Lil Wayne could cause such a disability.  Lil Wayne has become a pebble in my shoe.