Monday, March 18, 2013
I receive a lot of emails from people worldwide asking me to add them to the blog. The only way to do so is to open the blog publicly, which ain’t gonna happen or eliminate the people who never leave a comment (i.e. leeches). A simple “Thank you” is cool but some people prefer the silent leech route. Anyway, I’ll slowly swap people in and out when I have a minute. My little blog isn’t important anyway so don’t worry if you get the boot.
Friday, March 01, 2013
“The greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th!” Canibus
I never agreed with Canibus at all since that title is held by KRS-One in my mind. But damn, Biggie is the greatest at something to me. For years, I’ve discussed this with my hip-hop people. To put it bluntly, Biggie was the greatest rapper who said absolutely nothing. “Nothing” as in fly lyrics that were devoid of any real substance. The mere mention of designer clothing, automatic weapons, expensive jewelry, and gorgeous women in his lyrics enhanced their overall image and his detailed storytelling skills reminded me of a mixture of both Slick Rick and Kool G Rap. But he really never said anything that made me thimk and that's ok because everyone had their own place in hip-hop back then. Everyone was able to shine and make a little money back in '97. I told one of my friends to imagine that Biggie had been mentored by Chuck D. He would have changed the world but sadly, it all ended too soon.
Has it really been 16 years already? I still can’t believe Biggie would have been 40 years old right now. He was just 6 months older than me and imaging him rhyming today, Twittering nonsense, and raising children with or without Faith would have been strange. His relationship with Puff would have probably dissolved after realizing he was being ripped off. And even if The Commission album had become a reality, I still believe he would taken much of the shine away from Jay-Z and possible helped develop Lil Kim, Cam’Ron, and Charlie Baltimore differently. Untertainment could have been a major player in the late 90’s.
The eerie thing about this issue is “The Last Word” on page 120. Talk about art literally being prophetic. R.I.P.
The Fat Tape is included...