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The first time I ever heard the name Tupac Shakur was on MTV news sometime in high school. Which is to say 1992 or ’93. It was a negative story, of course.
He was referred to as ‘rapper and star of. . . ‘, whatever movie had come out at that time. I was truly on the slow train regarding ‘Pac. It wasn’t until a year before his death that I gave his music a chance.
I believed all the hype. Not the Dan Quayle hoo-hah, but what the news media said about Tupac Shakur aided my desicion to not support his music.
This was tough. All the boys had the CD 2Pacalypse Now and everyone had seen the films Juice and Above The Rim.
I was stuck on the fact that he had been convicted for sexual assault and thought his “Keep ya head up” mantra was phony.
It took about 15 years to conclude what I think happened regarding the night in question that lead to his trial and conviction for sexual assault. My feelings on this matter are private and are not for this page, however, it is important that you understand the relationship I had with the media’s projection of Pac, and how his music hit me.
At first, the songs were not on the radio and then they were. The songs were on in the locker room and then they were in the cars my friend’s purchased as we went from age 15 to 16 in our 11th grade year. The name was Tupac but it was also 2Pac. He was Thug Life and strictly for his nephews, but also available to any camera or interview as a thoughtful young man who took everything as a lesson and could not be shaken by his detractors.
I just had to get on board. Any artist who goes from “The Humpty Dance” and intolerable cinema like Nothing But Trouble, to Poetic Justice and “Thug Life: Volume 1” needs to be evaluated.
I will not discuss who I think set him up to be killed in NYC (he took 5 bullets and lived), or who hired them men that killed him in Las Vegas in 1996, but if you want to start a dialog on that, leave a comment.
It’s time to discuss the music and what I think is the most underrated release of 1996: Makavelli’s The Don Killuminati; The 7 Day Theory
From the first track until the the final notes, this album is the signature on his career. Aged 18 years at this point, said album brings a level of ferocity and independence to rap music that has no comparison. In contrast to the spirit of the record, there were other releases in the 90’s that allowed rappers to imprint themselves upon other rappers. Nas’ Illmatic and Enter: The 36 Chambers were undoubtedly influential records. There were other NY records that were produced (overproduced?) which gave rap a nudge in a new direction; however, nothing echoed in my life or in music quite like . . .the 7 day theory.
The echo was so powerful it kept other motherfucker’s mouths shut for the time being. The silence was deafening. The loudest last breath ever heard in the history of my life as a music fan.
Yes, I said that shit son! I was swallowing mescaline on 4-16-94 when my only blood brother kicked in our bedroom door to tell me Kurt Cobain had been found, dead. At 6am one morning before middle school my dad told me Sam Kinison had died outside Vegas.
Nothing rocked me like when Dr. Dre convinced Suge Knight to kill Tupac. That night, a Saturday I think, that the news broke that 2Pac had been pumped full of lead in Las Vegas, was fucking wild.
I drank almost a case of Bud Ice and went upside some Clifton girl with all my ferocity. She said ‘Pac deserved it. I tripped hard on a bitch that night. Hard as two monkey fighters, Yo.
“To Live & Die in LA” is still one of my favorite songs of all time. If not for that tune, I would never have been able to articulate to an exiled Beast coast sista, in response to her question:
“I love it here in Durango CO, but I miss Newark. I don’t know why, but there is something that the east coast has that these people out here either don’t have or won’t display. What is it?”
“I love Philly like I love women, and every body on the east coast got a little bit of hood in ’em”, to paraphrase Makavelli.
“Gettin’ high watchin’ time fly, to live and die in LA”
The album unfolds in an almost evolutionary fashion. It begins with the rawest, roughest statement from 2Pac, rather, Makavelli, firing verbal slugs at the cranium of several other rap artists with no regard to camraderie or a harmonious approach to racial unification regarding musical output.
‘Pac was aggro, and righteous, and in the fuckin’ right all day long (and shit).
He was sent to jail for a crime he did not have a hand in.
He was shot 5 times in his hometown, and fucking lived.
He was murdered when in the car with his road dog, the last nephew who he believed had his back. Like, the last one.
Murdered. Just like daddy (or so he thought).
I’m going to wrap it up now for a few reasons:
I opened a bottle of wine about an hour ago and it is just too good. Layer Cake MALBEC, 2012.
I do not have enough ACCURATE information to further argue that this album was the finest of 1996, the year I graduated high school.
I am listening to the album as i type, and I’d rather listen to it than type for you cracker ass monkey fighters.
The Warriors are at home against the Clippers, and I have 51″ of hi-def for yo mama.
* = tear jerkers, no lie
In conclusion: All Eyes on Me is the more entertaining record, but Makavelli hit music in a way no one else ever could.
Imagine if the almighty Slayer had stayed intact from 1986-present and called every other metal artist a “fucking pussy” on every track. Yup.
“This be the realest shit I ever wrote”