![]() Who be hanged like plaques on the wall and ya pictures I ain't gonna keep puttin up wit the bullshit I seen ya Benz, parked outside my sister's garage It's like that y'all, my nigga hit another bitch from the back y'all Motherfucker shoulda never said bye to me Member when you said you would die for me, shit Tear that out the frame, ya game so tightĭo you cut the sucker off and find someone new? Here's the digits, I know you can wear that out My nigga's like, fuck that bitch, go play ![]() Told me cut the bitch off 'fore the shit balloon ![]() Take my dough and spend with the next nigga Waited for a while, thought you was my right thing You knew about the crack vials, means to be trialed You knew too much, the relationship grew too much Shoulda left ya then, but my heart said not While you was sleepin, he hit you on the box Thought they was creepin, two trips to V-A every third weekend Light skinned with the chrome die six y'all Like this ya'll, my girl sucked anotha nigga dick y'all I know he don't treat you like I treat you I need another bitch (another bitch), in my life You cut that hooker off and find someone new You wasn't sayin that when you was eatin my bush! You wasn't sayin that when you was suckin my dick As such, Lil’ Kim and the unpleasant details of their relationship in and out of the booth aren’t even touched on.You ain't shit, you fat motherfucker Wallace and Diddy, who obviously are more inclined to enrich Biggie’s legacy, not complicate it. Others lie in the executive producer credits for Ms. Some of them are perhaps unsolvable: There’s only so much you can cover in a short life even if you’re a moderate Biggie obsessive, this is at least the third time you’ve heard Voletta Wallace tell the story of the dried mashed potatoes. I Got A Story To Tell doesn’t solve every problem inherent to making a good Christopher Wallace documentary. Seeing them whine about the heat on a tour bus or marvel at the sun setting behind silhouetted mountains - just living - feels like a small triumph. James Place, Gates Avenue, and Fulton Street regularly pop up in Biggie lore, but seeing their closeness on the film’s map, one understands beatmaker Easy Mo Bee’s pity about how, for a time, these dark blocks were the only world Wallace and his crew knew. There’s insight into why Biggie dedicated Life After Death‘s “Miss U” to Roland “Olie” Young: Before his death made the New York Times, he was someone who believed in his boy. The doc’s personal focus also gives an interior to the folks Biggie immortalizes through his songs, which in turns gives the star another dimension. In the scenes immediately before and after the verse’s appearance, Diddy remembers Biggie trying to hide his poverty from him and a lifelong friend opens up about intimate conversations where Wallace knew his raps were a lifeboat from a life spent preparing for death. “Whatchu Want” includes some of his most assaultive bars, but the film suggests the cartoonish violence comes from real-world frustration. Even Biggie’s more exaggerated rhymes are couched in human stakes. is hip-hop, they make connections for the genre itself. ![]() The details don’t only illuminate the finer threads that run through his art: Because the Notorious B.I.G. His uncle and grandmother in Jamaica appear on screen to remember a young Christopher embracing the island’s sounds, while saxophonist Donald Harrison - a neighbor up in Clinton Hill - talks about bonding with him when he was grooming his “little buddy” to be a jazz artist. I Got A Story To Tell takes care to lionize Biggie’s gifts as well as the biographical particulars of what went into his quotables. We see what Ready To Die was before it became a cultural jewel: the product of a drug dealer trying to survive, blindly betting on a fired music executive. (It’s on you if you believe that actually happened.) I Got A Story To Tell isn’t that interested in redressing Biggie’s two-album arc in gold and insisting on its significance to the universe. That’s how you get moments like Biggie saying that Pinterest-ready “can’t change the world unless we change ourselves” line, to Diddy, in the middle of a club. It’s apparently hard to take a fresh look at a person that’s immediately tied to so many of hip-hop’s biggest tropes without just relying on the tropes. ![]() The catalog of Biggie documentaries is plagued with features that obsess over the cruel details of his death instead of the intricacies of his life, making sure his legend stays a legend, or just repeating what’s come before. ![]()
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