The Fascinating and Ever More Bizarre Big City Philadelphia Story


Big City Philadelphia, the South Philly-born rapper who may or may not be having a moment on account of “How to Rob an Industry Hipster,” a viral-video-targeted update of an old 50 Cent song, is on the cover of the Philadelphia Weekly this week, talking about “skinny jeans and homophobia.” Byron Crawford and Eskay are quoted. This blog is mentioned. But though PW does a really admirable job with this guy’s ridiculous life–from the time Big City stabbed a guy in the neck to his multiple jail breaks to his “cross-country con-air” flight to the time he jumped out of a third story window to the time he survived a “Marlo-from-The Wire-style raid by rivals who knew he had a stash of drugs and guns in the house”–we hereby request further details on the most baffling detail in Big City Philadelphia’s generally mindblowing bio. To wit:

    A deal from Beanie’s label State Property was on the table when fate would intervene yet again. Big City’s affiliation with a crime syndicate would eventually place a drug charge on the table rather than a record deal. City was intercepted and arrested with 2,000 lbs of ketamine crossing the United States Mexican border. Released on bail, City was on the run for 18 months until falling into a month-long drug-induced coma. When he awoke, City found himself handcuffed to a hospital bed and surrounded by law enforcement.

Right: a month-long drug-induced coma! The piece’s writer, Brian McManus, has this to say about that series of events, which apparently commenced shortly after BCP bailed himself out on ketamine trafficking charges.

    So he bailed out and went on the lam before getting caught at the Philadelphia branch of Cooper University Hospital. That’s where he woke up from a monthlong cocaine-and-Ecstasy-induced coma that resulted in a loss of one-third of his body weight.

“I was down to 95 pounds,” he says. “I had an IV in my neck. I couldn’t walk. I think after five days the Feds came and got me, and I had no clothes because they took them from me. So they took me in stockings,” he says, taking a swig from his third bottle of Miller Lite. “They asked me, ‘Where you been? How’d you get away from us every single time? We were on your heels.’ And they were–I literally jumped from a third-floor window of my condo one time when they came to my house.”

Which is totally absurd, but does not answer the central question: how exactly you take two stimulants to the extent you end up unconscious for an entire month? Where, when, why, etc. Was there some sort of police officer who sat outside dude’s door for an entire month, lightly brushing his hair and rotating his torso?

Anyway, in other news, Byron Crawford turns out to use the word “internets” in actual conversation:

    Crawford says not being painted by the broad “hipster” brush is a business move.

“The term ‘hipster’ and ‘hipster rap’ still has a negative connotation in hip-hop,” he says. “It insinuates that you’re something less than a rapper, more fashion than substance. Artists don’t want to see that label put on them, at least until ‘hipster rap’ becomes commercially viable. Cool Kids put an album out and it only sold like 4,000 copies, despite the fact that they’ve been mentioned on the Internets more times than 2 Girls 1 Cup.”

Phil Esposito Takes on Hipster Rappers [Philadelphia Weekly]