PROLOGUE: The year was 1982, a time when hip hop was in its "golden years" and thugged-out b-boys posted up on the block with vicious stances. It was a time of trials and tribulations; there were a lot of things being created and originating from the hood around that period, such as: Urban fashion, Hip Hop, new gangs, new dances and even doing the knowledge, (becoming more intelligent) was considered a priority…it was all about expression in the hood during that era. …. But then a different breed emerged from the back-blocks of the ghettos, considered as top dogs within the ranks of their affiliates, they were masters at streets brawling and regulating certain situations in the hood; such notable figures had a very distinct posture and were well known for possessing brave hearts…in essence they would be known as “hard rocks,” the type that you wouldn’t want to step to on any given day…those dudes were respected by everyone from block brawlers, cops, fly-girls b-boys and even the stick-up kids were afraid of getting vic’d ( becoming a victim)…. And so they were respected for their mean-mugging life style. Stroking the streets day and night was a way of keeping their minds sharp, wits cleaver and remaining thorough and on point nonetheless…. Let’s just say; they were gutta as hell!