Christopher Wallace. Biggie Smalls. Big Poppa. Notorious B.I.G. Whatever you wish to call him, it’s fair to say that he was a poet at best. No other rapper had a flow like his, yet they still try- I don’t need to drop names, but if I did it wouldn’t be in a disrespectful way. Jay-Z, just like Biggie doesn’t write down his rhymes, they just come out. Everyone knows that.

Brooklyn’s Finest is one of the best rap duets, two of the best rappers at the time on the same record. What’s there not to love? It’s just likethe Big L and Tupac duet (buy The Big PIcture, fantastic album).

I remember hearing about Tupac and Biggie’s death, I was only 10/11, but I knew just how much of a big deal it was and how horrific it was, and still is. You can’t help but wonder what it’d be like if they were still around. Maybe we wouldn’t have such toss polluting music channels and radio stations. Would they have made up? Who knows. The media killed them. The media is the biggest killer of them all, we need to get wise to that.

Ready To Die is one of my favourite albums ever. The depth on it is quite haunting. Anyone who is not moved by the track, Suicidal Thoughts is hollow. It’s scary but deep. Biggie had a way with words. He made th most serious subject a bit witty. I finally got round to watching the end of Notorious this evening. The funeral scene made me cry. It made me cry because it was so moving and at the same time, just wishing two of the greatest rappers were still around.

There will NEVER be another Run DMC, Tupac, Biggie, Mos Def,  LL Cool J, Big L. But there will unfortunatley always be the current bullshit on the radio that people class as “rap.” When really, it’s just nothing. They seem to have forgotten what rap is and where it came from. Not to mention how it started.