One of favorite Hip-Hop Groups ever!!! You damn right. They aren’t just your average shoot’em up Mcee’s. They actually have love for the art and get down for it. I’m Gonna flood you with as much M.O.P. shit I can find today. HAAAAA! BLAMMMMMM!!!


Reality can be ugly. Growing up on the hard streets of Brownsville in Brooklyn, N.Y., can be even uglier — hellugly. According to Billy Danze and Lil’ Fame of the hard-core-rap outfit M.O.P. (Mash Out Posse), reality that harsh does more than just bite; it gnaws, spits, kicks, jabs, stabs, digs and devours physically, mentally and spiritually. All of which helps explain why M.O.P. do more than just rap. They hoot, howl, holler, hiss, squeal, screech, wail, rally and roar — demanding your undivided attention with the realest, hardest sound in rap music since N.W.A. And now, with the unrelenting thump of their heavy artillery street anthem, “Ante Up,” M.O.P. are making sure the hip-hop industry doesn’t keep its head turned any longer.


Danze, twenty-six, and Fame, twenty-five, have been raising hell together for a long time, though not all of it has been done on wax. There are clearly many memories they’d rather not rehash at the moment. As we sit at a long table in a Harlem soul food restaurant backtracking through M.O.P.’s history, our conversation is frequently impeded by long pauses mid-speech and sporadic lulls in thought. Although some of their answers seem abbreviated out of concern to not spill incriminating information, the two life-long pals get especially quiet when they mention the close friends they’ve lost to street violence. When Fame gets up from the table to get another serving from the buffet, Danze continues with the M.O.P. timeline. His dark, piercing pupils, which glimmer slightly below his motionless eyelids, poignantly reflect the cold streets of Brownsville, where — as he admits solemnly — “the sun don’t shine for nobody.”

It was on those streets that Danze and Fame met each other (when they were toddlers) and, ultimately, helped build their foundation, their “family” as they also refer to it. “After a couple of our close friends either died or got sent to the hospital over some bullshit,” remembers Danze, “that’s when we figured it was time to start doin’ shit our way, to protect our family — the niggas who we considered down with us from day one. Our family had to come first. So we said ‘fuck it’ and named ourselves Mash Out Posse. A ‘mash out’ is what we call a beat-down and that’s exactly what we wanted to do to anyone who fucked with us. So, basically, we’ve been M.O.P. forever.”

At this point in the conversation, Danze’s explanations get more revealing, albeit terse. “I did a lot of bad shit in my past,” he says before adding defensively, “but a lot of it I did just to get by. I mean, I was on the streets when I was thirteen. My pops died around that time, and my moms wasn’t workin’. What’s a nigga to do? I had to hold my own somehow.” When I ask Danze if he regrets the things he’s done in the past, he sinks his head slowly, fixes his eyes on the table and mumbles, “yeah — definitely.”

It’s the same feeling of regret that seems to have prompted Danze and Fame to begin rapping in the early Nineties, finally having another outlet for their day-to-day frustrations. But, as all four M.O.P. albums have proven since 1993, they never forget where they came from. “We couldn’t forget our roots if we tried,” assures Danze. “We represent the part of society that muthafuckas is tryin’ hard to forget about — you feel me, nigga? We’ve been that part of society all our lives. A feeling like that’s too hard to just get rid of. It don’t just go away. As far as we’re concerned, it never will.”

Scattered at the table and engaged in separate conversations are a few other members of the M.O.P. foundation. Laze E Laze, the producer of the group, discusses with Rock, the engineer, the intricacies of the sound system they’ll be using later on tonight at the show in Poughkeepsie, N.Y. Back-up rapper and fellow Brownsville slugger Tephlon, who tours with the group and is featured on a couple of their tracks, is bugging out with the DJ and the two street-promotion guys a few seats down. And Foxx, the woman who handles much of the group’s business affairs and manages them on the road, is on her cell phone, bitching someone out over a conflict in the group’s schedule. “She don’t fuck around,” says Fame about Foxx, as he sits back down with a fresh plate of soul food. “Hell no,” agrees Danze. “I wouldn’t wanna be on the other end of that line, either. She’s seven months pregnant, and she’ll still put a nigga where the sun don’t shine.” (old article in Rolling Stone. I couldn’t find a Bio)

The Set Off!!!