What is your most vivid memory of Biggie?
When I think of him I think of him sitting in a room by himself, rocking back and forth, smoking a blunt down almost to the roach of it, doing that for hours in deep thought while writing. His mouth is not moving, he’s not mimicking what he’s going to do in the booth. It was him in deep, spiritual rap meditation.
Listening to him rhyme, he always seemed so worldly.I don’t know where he got that stuff from … I don’t really understand how he knew all that stuff. I never saw him reading a lot of magazines, reading a lot of books, watching a lot of TV, watching a lot of movies. I think he was just put on the earth this way.
S/O VOLTURE