I mean, at the end of the day, Biggie was the superior freestyle artist. Dude just stayed in the pocket, when he’d hit his punchlines on the fourth , and the crowd reacts in unison
“Ohhhhhh”
He always ran right into the next beat, didn’t miss a tick. Like he had books ready to go.
Pac was the superior writer, in my humble opinion.Entirely opinion, they were both so different. But Pac fucked around in new places, poetic vision etc.
Rumor has it, that was all fake. the entire gangsta persona of both parties, inflaming some attitude to sell records.
Make believe, fairy tale shit.
“West side till I die….”
WHat can we learn from that whole thing?
The deaths of two special poets?
I dunno, theater is powerful.
There’s power in the numbers of eyeballs and ear-holes you can hold.
Weird.
Groups operate weird. One big organism.
RIP biggie, RIP 2pac,
Careful when you watch theater, try to remember what real life is.
dawn 