Rast RFC Interview

Running From Cops…A Hip Hop Odyssey

In the ‘90s, Rast RFC was just a little kid writing on things by the time my generation of writers had moved on to life’s responsibilities. And when it was time to knock a few back or holler at some PYTs, Rast was the little kid in the club popping bottles with models. As an older gentleman at the time, Rast’s graffiti crew RFC (or Running From Cops) were in the periphery; a gaggle of young goons in Polo who got high with rich white girls all up in daddy’s Tribeca loft. I would later learn that there was way more to it.

The writer Timm Hotep arranged for a meeting with myself and Rast late last year. He was interested in writing something on the autobiographical tip and I was told Rast had some talent as a writer. We met and he kicked what he wanted to write, which is what is attached below. He had a really interesting perspective, and while his tales of thuggery can prove to be both entertaining and sad, there were huge sparkly jewels to be mined from his output.

Rast then proceeded to say that he was a rapper— one of the best in the world.

This scribe laughed to himself. Yeah, i-ight son. I done heard that one before. Told the cat, “Look, I don’t really fuck with too much rap these days. I can’t really relate to what’s being talked about.” Plus I can’t do the obligatory-head-nod-while-some-rapper-plays-his-demo-for-you shit. The subject changed from there.

Later that evening, something told me to go listen to Rast’s music.

FUCK! I’d heard MDC— “Mark David Chapman.” Chapman is the douchehole who murdered John Lennon (turns out Rast is deeply inspired by Lennon).”Forgive Me” also became a fast favorite. Eerie, haunting, reflective.

Raw. Creative. Sad. Aspirational. Ignorant. Literate. Unnecessary. Necessary. It just felt like punk rock to me. Felt like the blues to me. It felt like the Life’s Blood seven-inch all over again. You can hear bacon sizzling in the background as he spits his rhymes. It feels real. The production— which he handles himself— feels like vintage Wu-Tang. A famous rapper I played if for said he sounded like Jay Electronica meets EPMD, recorded in Astoria projects.

This scribe has spent time with some of the greatest rappers in the history of the culture. Rast— who is still developing and growing— he has a shot.

Sacha Jenkins SHR

Rast RFC Instagram

Words by Rast RFC Illustrations by Adnauseum

New York City, 1992

It was a smoldering hot summer night; I was 12 at the time and after a long night of tagging our names all over the city, me and my partner in crime CA decided to break into Bellevue Hospital’s city morgue to view some dead bodies. If you asked me why, I couldn’t tell you. Perhaps it was to feed our mischievous, adolescent curiosity of the macabre, or maybe we were simply looking to kill time after consuming copious amounts of Colt 45 malt liquor and smoking blunts.

We often gravitated to Bellevue’s morgue when we felt the urge to mingle with the ghosts of New York’s past, or to steal some “embalming fluid,” because we took the slang term for PCP literally and thought we could make our own angel dust supply. I can recall one of our last trips to the morgue when we somehow conjured up the sinister idea to kidnap a baby’s corpse, carve our gang’s initials into the body and strategically place it in the middle of the housing project of a rival gang’s territory. We attempted this, but looking back I’m thankful we couldn’t find the babies’ corpses.

On this particular summer night, the police chased us out. And as we ran away in our scuffed up, spray-paint covered Nikes, laughing, CA said to me, “Man we’re always Runnin’ From Cops.” And almost simultaneously, we were like, “That’s it! RFC!” And in that moment the RFC crew was born.

We Were The Forgotten Children Of The City

RFC is a family — a family that was created by necessity —due to the fact that most of us came from broken homes, drug addicted parents, group homes and homelessness.

My mother and father were involved with the Black Panther movement in the ‘60s. Moms once told me a story about my mean old Irish great-grandmother who hated her because she was black. These life experiences led Moms to continue her social activism well into the ‘90s. During this time she exposed my brother Aquarius and me to rallies, marches and protests with the likes of Al Sharpton, Louis Farrakhan and Jesse Jackson. Nonetheless, with all of this knowledge of self, we eventually broke loose and started running wild in the streets. Early on, Aquarius recognized the inevitable consequences of our criminal lifestyle and withdrew from street life. He attained his GED, attended college and delved into acting. I was always proud of him for that. My pops was AWOL, due to mental health issues and drug addiction — a bi-product of Vietnam — so we were dirt poor.

One of my earliest memories as a child is of my mother, brother and me living in what people would then refer to as a “welfare hotel.” Two infamous welfare hotels were The Prince George and the Latham which were right next to each other. We lived in the Latham on 28th Street. The funny thing is, we were never actually on welfare. My mother was too proud, and at times this caused us to go hungry or live without electricity.

In 1985, I remember the crack epidemic unfolding before my eyes. I remember having a crush on this girl Kay Kay. She was so beautiful, I mean gorgeous, but after that crack hit she completely changed. There were subtle signs at first: like how she walked and talked, and before you knew it she was a full-blown crack addict. It was a sad sight to witness.

In 1988 we moved to the Bronx and that’s when I was introduced to graffiti. I lived at 38 West 182nd Street in the Bronx. I loved that neighborhood. The drug dealers, the chicken spot, the smell, all bring back some of my fondest memories of my childhood.

My brother and I started writing and that was it; I took the tag RAST(A) because of my dreadlocks and my brother wrote AOS, which was short for Aerosmith. The funny thing is, we unknowingly went to school with the lead singer’s daughter a few years earlier.

The 183rd St station on the 4 line was our new jump off point. We rode that train hard and would scope out the bombed rooftops. COPE 2, PJAY and MED were all putting in work at the time. NEAR and the KGB crew were doing it big as well and I eventually became cool with all of them.

Guru of Gangstarr and I also became close when I was very young. He used to hang with the drug dealers in the neighborhood (Corky RIP) and he actually knew my mother too. Since I had these long dreads, he would always say, “What up lil’ dread.” And before I knew it, we were cool. Years later when I first started rapping, I ran into him at The Cheetah Club and he showed me crazy love and invited me to the studio with him to be featured on the Baldhead Slick album. We actually recorded a song and everything, but I was horrible back then so of course it didn’t make the cut. But the experience was priceless.

For me, graffiti and NYC nightlife culture were passed down through my bloodline from my much older, now deceased brother, BEAS-79. He was the first in the family to tag his moniker across the city. He was also instrumental in spearheading the “club kid” movement in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s, throwing parties at such monumental clubs as Mars and The Sound Factory as well as others that I am too young to remember.

Now my mother (RIP), was a great singer and she basically supported us by “street performing” in front of Bloomingdale’s on 59th and Lexington Ave for money. We would go on adventures around the neighborhood causing mischief, coming back hungry and she would give us change out of her cup to buy donuts and candy.

During our neighborhood adventures we befriended many of the more well-off and middle class kids that lived in the area; they often made fun of us because of my mother’s “street performing.” It was easy for them to judge. We also became close with some of the tougher kids from that ‘hood — cats like RD, DE3, LACE, CHAX, and CIDE — the 357 crew. 357 was the first real gang we were down with; they took us in and embraced us. We were the only black kids that I can remember being active members, at the tender ages of 9 and 12 no less.

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