Ayo whattup…yall already kno who it is but in case yall forgot Imma reintroduce yall. The gawd go by a couple different names… The Hands of Zeus aka Thor Molecules aka Phantom Raviolis aka Shampoo Bracelets aka Galaxy Knuckles aka Lamborghini Saxophones aka Broccoli Bundles aka The illustrious Cocaine Biceps so on n so forth nahmean. Mostly they jus call me Big Ghost the almighty soulcrusher n rider of dragons…protector of the realms…first of his name n all that.
So I was peepin this new Mastermind LP by that man born William (Ricky for short) Corleone Khan Ross aka Rick “BAWSE” Ross…one the most authentically credible MCs in the game. Lotta yall dont kno bout his past…when son was known as Freeway Ricky Rawse the Bawse…one of Florida’s most notorious cocaine traffickers n close personal family friend to Panamanian dictator/CIA puppet Manuel Noriega (who had a hit song in the 90s “Superthug” aka “WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WH-WHAT”).
Rick was born in a Cuban refugee camp durin the 70s to a mother of Jamaican/Italian descent named Latonya Peruzzi n a former Colombian military strategist/80s drug czar father named Hector Sosa…namsayin. After Rick’s pops had orchestrated the entire coup d’etat for the 26th of July Movement aka Movimiento 26 de Julio which overthrew the corrupt Batista regime in Cuba n put Fidel Castro in power…Hector spent the next 6 years travelin from Algeria to The Congo to the Bolivian jungle as Che Guevara’s personal advisor/stylist n whatever.
After Che was executed in Bolivia Hector built a raft from some plantain trees n sailed across the Florida Strait in search of a better life n shit. What happened tho was his raft had got blown off course durin a storm n he ended up on a remote island off the coast of Florida where son was captured by Dominican pirates n forced to transport 8 kilos of Peruvian cocaine in his rectum into the US. After they had prepped the nigga as a mule wit the packs of cocaina…they threw homie back on the raft witta tracer n shipped him to Miami. 5 days later son got nabbed by the coast guard n sent to the refugee camp. Thats where he met his future wife Latonya who he had got pregnant after a week n married a month later in a small ceremony that was conducted by a Santerian priest namsayin. 11 months later a healthy baby boy weighin in at 27 lbs n 9 ounces was born. Lemme move the hands on the clock back bout a year tho to when Ricky’s pops Hector had first got thrown in the camp … When he got snatched up by the coast guard the first thing he knew he had to do was protect the only valuables he had on him. So he had found a mattress to stash his coke inside of n left it there til it was the right time to leave… After Ricky was born a cousin of his pops had hooked Hector up witta job at Bojangles Famous Chicken n Biscuits where he rolled biscuits n made fries til it was his time to make his moves in the drug game forreal.
Meanwhile little Ricky n his moms Latonya use to spend they days together playin chess n doin advanced Mensa brainteasers n shit like that. Ricky’s momma had wanted her only son to be able to think strategically n learn to anticipate the moves of his future enemies . Under the tutelage of his devoted moms n his military strategist pops Ricky had began to develop a very advanced way of seein shit…almost as if he had more senses than the average nigga…even at the age of 5 n shit. It wasnt long after that that his pops was able to get all his shit poppin n quit his job at Bojangles to start movin weight. He flipped the first 8 bricks he was holdin within a week n used the bread he had from that to buy a white Ferrari Testarossa n some pastel colored suits.
After that he met witta couple dudes who wanted him to fly down to Medillin to meet witta cat named Carlos Lehder who was lookin for somebody to help him n his partner move 75 tons of coke into Miami each month namsayin. We talkin serious weight yo. His partner was a dude named Pablo Escobar (no relation to Nas Escobar) who had what was called a “monopoly” on that shit at the time. Ricky’s pops was spendin mad time down in Colombia bouncin ideas off Pablo n Carlos n tryin to come up wit bigger n better ways to move all that coca…shit that the DEA n the coast guard hadnt already caught on to n whatever. Homie had the idea to hide the coke inside animatronic dolphins but nobody was feelin that cuz niggas wasnt really tryna build no robotic dolphins n shit b. Later on he had came up witta way to use remote submarines n helicopters n they ran wit that instead.
By the early 80s Carlos had began to spend more n more time on his whole other empire that he was buildin wit this cat named George Jung (not to be confused wit George of the Jungle) which opened the door wide open for Ricky’s pops Hector to become Pablo’s right hand man. Shit was the beginning of a very fruitful (pause) partnership n by the mid 80′s Ricky’s pops was basically runnin Pablo Escobar’s cocaine empire for him nahmean. It was around this time that lil Ricky had began makin his own coke connects on the low. He use to spend his summers in Medellin…which was where he began a secret romantic love affair witta older woman by the name of Griselda Blanco. Griselda was the godmother of her own cocaine empire n had took a special interest in Ricky. She was actually the one who introduced him to the game namsayin…not his pops. It was also her that gave him his nickname BAWSE. She use to tell muthafuckas “Deese meh Reeeeky….I cohl eem bowze” n the shit jus stuck. Pretty soon ey’body in Medellin was callin him that. But Griselda had a cold heart b. She also had a plan to assassinate Ricky’s pops Hector n have Ricky replace him as Escobar’s right hand man n put him one step closer to the top of the Escobar pyramid namsayin. This way Griselda would have some control or influence over what was happenin on both sides n shit.
So one day while Ricky’s pops Hector was comin outta a cathederal after a meeting wit his peoples two dudes on a dirt bike wet him up witta TEC-9 n threw a grenade at him to make sure it wouldnt be no open casket at his funeral. Sons body exploded all over the square yo. Shit was a mess b….they was findin pieces of him for weeks. Ricky was sittin across the street at the ice cream shop havin coconut paletas when it happened n seen his pops explode all over the place. He had no idea at the time that it was his secret romance witta older woman that had led to the death of his own father. See Ricky’s pops had never wanted this life for his son b. He wanted Ricky to grow up to be a doctor or a veterinarian or some shit like that since he loved animals n shit. But seein that shit…his pops get expoded all over the town square…that shit made Ricky’s heart turn to ice.