In the heart of East New York, Brooklyn, Bizzy Banks is carefully probing through a corner store fridge with the meticulousness of a kid in an arcade trying to pick their prize in the claw machine. âWhen I was really trappinâ, every morning I would be in this deli early for some pancakes,â says Bizzy as he selects a small carton of Tropicana orange juice. He moves through the cramped space with confidence, familiar with all the ins and outs. âBut really, the reason I would come here is âcause Iâm cool with the Ock,â he adds, using the slang for a corner store owner of Middle Eastern descent. âIf youâre really outside in the neighborhood, you have to be cool with the Ock.â