My Mind Spray
He’s a true thug armed with 1,000 bars and two itchy trigger fingers. Buckin’ down wack MCs is Beanie Sigel’s daily operation. Don’t get too close or else you might get shot. By Noah Callahan-Bever.
“Alright, everybody! Let’s go around the room and introduce ourselves,” instructs Lanky Al, who wears his polo shirt tucked neatly into his Levi’s, which are just a hair too tight to be fashionable. The room fills with groans at his request, but Al’s in charge, and as soon as the order is given a portly, dark-skinned man at the front raises his hand. Clad in a fresh white T, shiny black jeans and white-one-white Air Force Ones, the big man turns to the lanky one without expression and announces, “Sigel, here.”




