If Christopher “Notorious B.I.G” Wallace was alive today, I wonder what he would say. I wonder how he would feel about the current state of hip-hop, and the current state of our world. I wonder if he would have stopped Kim from going down that road with all the surgeries. I wonder if Diddy would have done to him what he did to all his other artists. I wonder if Jay-Z would be the new KING of NY. I wonder all these things, because he’s not here to tell me himself….
Biggie was much more than an emcee. Biggie represented a way out for a a lot of people. Biggie was the voice and the reality of a lot of people’s struggles. He looked out for his neighborhood, his borough, his label-mates and his family. Big was a master of words that the world has never ever seen since, and most likely never will. Big entertained me but made me think as well– all without being preachy, over-bearing, esoteric or overly-complex. He was a complex thinker, but made his words tangible, marketable, holistic. That’s the sign of true genius. He mastered the art of hip hop, and made us proud to love it…
There will never be another like you, BIG. No matter what anyone says, or anyone thinks– there is no way your finesse can be duplicated, cloned or reborn. We definitely lost a big part of us when you died. We’ll never forget you…..
My favorite Biggie song still is, and always will be: “Unbelievable”
Live from Bedford-Stuyverson, the livest one
Representin BK to the fullest
Gats I pull it, bastards duckin when Big be buckin
Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom fuckin
It ain’t nuttin, they know Big be handlin
with the mac in the Ac’ door paneling
Bandaging MC’s, oxygen they can’t breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve,wear boxers so my dick can breathe
Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my cluthes get put on crutches
Get smoked like dutches from the master
Hate to blast ya, but I have ta, you see I smoke a lot
Your life is played out like Kwame, and them fuckin polka dots
Who rock the spot? Biggie!
You know how the weed go, unbelievable
Verse Two:
B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G.
Get it? Biggie
Also known as the bon appetit
Rappers can’t sleep need sleepin Big keep creepin
Bulelts heat-seekin, casualties need treatin
Dumb rappers need teachin
Lesson A – don’t fuck with B-I, that’s that, oh I, thought he was wack
Oh come come now, why y’all so dumb now
Hunt me or be hunted, I got three hundred and fifty-seven ways
To summer sautee, I’m the winner all day
Lights get dimmer down Biggie’s hallway
My forte causes caucausians to say
He sounds demented, car-weed scented
If I said it, I meant it
Bite my tongue for no-one
Call me evil, or unbelievable
Verse Three:
Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus Coupe’s
Leave no witnesses, what you think this is
Ain’t no amateurs here, I damage and tear
MC’s fear me, they too near not to hear me
Clearly, I’m the triple beam dream
One thousand grams of uncut to the gut
It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill
Tryin to play gorilla, when you ain’t no killer
The gat’s by your liver, your upper lip quiver
Get ready to die, tell God I said hi
And throw down some ice, for the nicest MC
Niggaz know the steelo, unbelievable
BIG WAS UNBELIEVABLE, and STILL IS!!! BIG 4ever!
