I’m going to preface this by saying I know nothing about Cope2 and basically have zero interest in Graff Drama (other than to watch it unfold – TV ain’t half as entertaining as this shit.
That said – this shit is fucking hilarious. Fresh off giving Host18 some payback, The MUL goons are at it again – this time exposing the self proclaimed king of the Bronx, Cope2.
After narrowly escaping a set-up raid by foot chase on the snowy streets of Jerome Ave we drove around the surrounding streets to pick up our look out, who we then realized was on the phone with Cope2. Cope2 immediately became frustrated and frantic, yelling on the phone and insisting that he was not a snitch, even though no one ever accused him of being one at that point in time. It was all very weird and awkward.
The post goes on, showing legal documents that also indicate Cope’s days of street cred are over. . The comments thread ties it all up nicely.
This sort of thing is why I got out of the Graff game long ago. Too many cats out there like Cope covering their asses and getting no time for their own crimes by setting up others. If you’re going to be a writer in NYC, you’re best off doing your own thing and not socializing all that much. Do the math: most people that get caught were caught due to others running their mouths. If you do your graffiti crimes solo, there ain’t no one there to snitch on you.
And in case you haven’t seen it, Here’s Cope, pointing at things.
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