Back Down Memory Lane W/Super Wolf & Yo Mama

After Rappers Delight became the first hit Rap song, the flood gates opened and anybody with a mic and something to record with began dropping “regional” songs, attempting to cash in before the novelty wore off and the “fad” had passed.

One of those first “regional” stars was the man who went by the name of Super Wolf!

Super Wolf can do it!

I’m not saying that dude looks familiar but I’ve never seen Super Wolf or Samuel L. Jackson in the same room, ever.

Mr. Wolf hailed from, where else, Wolfsville USA and dished out helpful advice like “if you hear a wolf howling at your back door, just give him what he wants and he won’t holler no mo’” and made demands of his listeners such as “put yo weight on it, put your weight on it”. Back when I was 14, these lyrics sounded much more innocent.

Here’s the Super Wolf in action, dressed in the flyest cape jacket I have ever seen, take that James Brown! He’s performing the 9 minute version of his “hit” song. The lip-syncing is strong for about the first 5 minutes. But, you know, all good things can’t last forever and it had to happen with somebody wearing all that hot, shiny polyester under those lights plus having to maintain the dancing beat as well as lip-sync? The center couldn’t hold and around the 6 minute mark, the lip-syncing goes tragically amiss and one begins to wonder if there’s a limit to how long Super Wolf can actually “do it”.

Ya Mama by the group Wuf Ticket is self explanatory.  It’s almost 8 minutes of two dudes cracking Ya Mama disses.

For early 80s rap, this was as gangsta as it got but that was more than enough for one DJ in Columbus, MS at WACR-FM  (103.9), the radio station that was my R&B/Rap connection to the outside Mississippi world.  Ya Mama was a highly requested track at the station but that didn’t matter for one DJ, who stopped Ya Mama in the middle of the track by ripping the turntable needle across the record (ooh, that was the first time I heard scratching, too)

and then he commenced to smashing Yo Mama the record into a million pieces.  Followed by about a three minute rant about how disrespectful that song was and how the station would never play music that offensive ever again.  I thought that was about the coolest thing I had ever heard on radio up to that point. 

Then ClearChannel came along in the 90s and purged all that “disruptive” thinking right off the airways.