Review by Marcus Stalmer
Biggie was never more ninja than he was on this one… This takes the cake as the greatest hip-hop record of all time but ‘Life After Death’ was just as good. Need I say more? Maybe I should.
When I got this album for Christmas back in 1994 me and my friend Sancho decided to become cocaine dealers. We started out small but eventually we got pretty big… we were making about seven figures each so we get this fucked up idea one day to head down to Columbia in this plane that Sancho had just bought and smuggle some coke up in the plane. I thought the idea fucking ruled but I had been on a Predator binge for about a week watching nothing but the first Predator movie so I was all types of paranoid that we were going to run into that fucking thing so Sancho and I had to get assloads of weapons to protect ourselves. Well it turned out that Sancho couldn’t fly worth a shit so we ended up crashing in the fucking jungle. We had to sell our weapons for other supplies and food. We ran out of money when we got to Nicaragua and Sancho decided to stay so I had to walk home.
It took me two fucking months to get back (scattered hitchhiking, again, mostly walking) and by the time I came back the FBI had totally jacked all my money and cool shit so I was totally pissed. I had to assume an alias and start hanging out with fags like my cock rocker friends just to lose the feds.
Let me assure you that hip-hop gets no better than with Biggie.
-Mark
