Remembering B.I.G.

[dru]

Today, March 9th 2007, marks the 9 year anniversary of the untimely death of BY FAR the greatest MC ever to hold a mic, Christopher Wallace, AKA Biggie Smalls, AKA The Notorious B.I.G.



Needless to say, the game ain't been the same without him. If you're a fan, by all means add your thoughts here.

Nas was right, Hip Hop as it once was IS dead. And with MC's not even coming CLOSE to what Biggie and Pac did in there time, It's gonna stay dead.

[terra]

God gave the world the gift of music. In the mid 70s, he gave us Hip-Hop and somewhere in the interim, he gave us Christopher Wallace and Tupac Shakur. Prophets of the streets and visionaries of their time who took the music to a place that nobody thought it could go. In the era of gangsta rap in the 90s, Biggie teamed up with Sean Combs brought the genre back east and back to New York. He WAS New York, even though he accentuated his home borough of Brooklyn, he captured the whole city...and the whole world.

Nearly a decade now since his short life was taken by a gunman's bullet, his music still lives on, and his words are powerful to this day.
"Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade.."
That lyric sits in my mind forever. He didn't live to see 9/11...it was intended to make fun of the terrorists who attempted and attack on the Twin Towers in the 90s, but now...that is one of many verses from his low, slow slow drawl that'll remain embedded in the minds of any who truly calls themselves a fan of rap music.

*Lighter's up* Rest In Peace.

[zoli]

Half of the mp3's I have are either by PAC or Biggie. Either original cuts or remixes & tributes.

Back in the day.. well, around 94, my room was covered in both of their posters, cd's and shirts.

To this day I still rhyme off the second verse of "one more chance" from the ready to die album

Is my mind playin tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick
Willie D, havin nightmares of girls killin me
She mad because what we had didn't last
I'm glad because her cousin let me hit the ass
Fuck the past let's dwell on the 500 SL, the E and J and ginger ale
The way my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamins
Another hon's in the crib, please send her in
I fuck nonstop, lick my lips alot, used to lick the clits alot
But lickin clits had to stop
Cause y'all don't know how to act when the tongue go down below
Peep the funk flow, really though
I got the cleanest meanest penis, ya never seen this stroke of genius
So take off your Tim boots and your bodysuit
I mean the spandex and hit my man next
Sex gettin rougher when it come to the nut buster
Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker
I don't chase em, I replace em
and if I'm caressin em, I'm undressin em
Fuck whatcha heard who's the best in New York
For fillin fantasies without that nigga Mr. Rourke?
Or Tattoo I got you wrapped around my dick
And when I'm done I got to split shit
Back shots is my position, I gotcha wishin for an intermission
Fuck the kissin, lickin down to your belly button, I ain't frontin
They don't call me B.I.G. for nuttin, all of a sudden
Oh Biggie gimme one more chance
I got that good dick girl you didn't know