NWA, America's most dangerous band at the time had had enough.

Enough with the drive-bys and the senseless shootings, enough with the police harassment and

enough with the lack of opportunity. They took a truly defiant stance,

redefine their theater of war, fought back through music and made their own reality by any means necessary.

A motto coined by Malcolm X, stolen by LAPD Chief Darrell Gates and stolen back by NWA.

Violence, crack, death, and gangster reality rap on wax.

And Led Zeppelin and Jimmy Page, no less driven but darker, a different kind of power.

Magic, ritual, cocaine, booze, debauchery, and excess,

the great white shark of the 70s, gobbling up everything in their path

and nearly destroying themselves in the process.

Physical assault, deadly car crash, a satanic ritual in the advent of heavy metal power.

The Rolling Stones and a dead kid on the dance floor at Altamont.

Berry Gordy, Motown's mobbed up pimp or undaunted hustler with unbound talent and vision.

Madonna, raped, and irrepressible,

pushing her stardom down the throat of sexist America

with their undeniable sexuality and expression,

a supernova, iconic, a fiery eternal flame

almost from the jump,

all coming your way in season four of Disgraceland.

Iggy Pop bloodied and bound by no one, Aesap Rocky beating down haters,

M&M lashing out of the world on and off record.

Eric Clapton's heroin addiction and his murderous drummer.

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