The Live Show Intro.Dope shit.
-Ova This Classic Premo Sound
This joint still give me the chilly feeling.
He aint start spittin till the shit was almost ova, lol. It was like 1:45 when the rhyme started. That made it iller for many reasons.
I knew it would be a short lived situation, so everything i would hear from son as a kid, i would cherish it, not even knowing he would die shortly after i was introduced to the voice. I felt like he had raw technique that other niggas jus ain’t have. He seemed mad regular at a time when niggas was all trying be on the same shit. Without knowing him personally, i felt he was real, and not just a real rapper, but a real man. Someone an everyday person could relate to and someone major cats could appreciate as well. His voice was golden and clear. His authenticity was the most evident i heard from Harlem or any other hood for that matter, at that time. He came, blessed us,and dipped out like he knew he wouldn’t b around long, so he spit 100% every time the mics was on and we fuck wit that. PUT YA L’s UP!!!
Big L, Rest in Peace.
You know the game plan
C-town thats my main man
we neva bring luggage, we go shopping when the plane land
still run wit the same clan/ use to be a Kane fan
everything i rock is name brand
L a make ya dame swallow
ya ice don’t shine and ya chain hollow
while you front in clubs for hrs wit the same bottle
taking midget sips/I run wit the riches cliques
tap the thickest chics/plus drop the slickest hits
you know nothing about L/so don’t doubt L
whats this mothafuckin rap game witout L?
yo thats like jewels witout ice/ thats like china witout rice
or the holy bible witout Christ
or the Bulls witout Mike/or crackheads witout pipes
the village witout dykes/or hockey games witout fights
dont touch the mic is u unable to spit
Flamboyant is the label im wit
Mothafucka– Big L