Shout-out to all the folks who are still caught up in the unmitigated devilry that is Facebook—though it steals your privacy (don't download the messenger on your phone, people) and pimps your info (ooh, you like Reeboks?), it's still somehow a good way to spread information and have conversations—sometimes? Ask Facebook user and Seattle police officer Sergeant Christopher Hall, who recently flexed much support for Ferguson's infamous Officer Darren Wilson on his wall. No shock whatsoever, of course—cops back each other up, no matter what. (That's basically the same thing they say about us, by the way—"us" being the people they seem to shoot so much.)

You'll remember I was wondering where the hiphop response to the killing of Mike Brown was. Well, damn him for reading that, but ya boy Game got together a whole bunch of freedom fighters—Diddy, Rick Ross, 2Chainz, Fabolous, Wale, Yo Gotti, Swizz Beatz, Curren$y, and Problem—to make a #poignant song about Mike Brown's murder, and it's the definition of "be careful what you wish for." While "murdered son" does indeed rhyme with "Ferguson," there's a day-late-dollar-short-itude in the song's terrible Kidz Bop hook and the references to Diddy's Ciroc and Ross's status as a bawse, not to mention the blustery, fervent promises of first-person warfare.

The illest #Ferguson posse cut is definitely the music being made by Missouri governor Jay Nixon, county prosecutor Bob McCulloch, and state rep Jeff Roorda (D), who was himself a police officer before being fired for misconduct, and who now sits on the state's Safety & Review board—and also happened to help manage that GoFundMe campaign to raise money for Officer Wilson. Ugh. How to go forward on all this? Mandatory body cameras! Accountability!

Okay, but first, go download The Water[s], the new mixtape from Chicago sage Mick Jenkins; if you dig it, go back and get his Trees & Truths tape from 2013. Go see a show—there's so many to get into this week. OG Solesiders Latyrx flow out Nectar, and Aussie rappers Hilltop Hoods (have they heard of Tacoma?) tread through the Crocodile—both on Thursday, September 11, so uh, don't forget. This really is a big rap weekend in the NW: Blue Scholars play the Showbox on September 12, then Atmosphere hits the Showbox Sodo on September 13, then Drake and Lil Wayne hit the White River Amphitheatre on September 14—my money's on Macklemore jumping onstage on at least one of these, so consider the current threat level "king salmon" and layer up. One you might've slept on, though, would be badass Blue Note vocalist/musician José James—playing the Croc Tuesday, September 16—whose warm wingspan includes jazz, retro-soul, and hiphop sensibilities with class and flair. To think, I used to hate when artists—well, rappers, really—started going by their government names, but now it reminds me of a line from a Minutemen song that always rang true: "Real names be proof." Mike Brown's isn't even the latest, isn't nowhere near the last.