Big L

I also think it has something to do with Derek Marin being one of life's biggest losers.

He had a tattoo of Big L on his forehead.

No, remember when he thought he was going to be the House speaker and he got outplayed? Was it Householder? Whoever made the deal with the Democrats to get the votes and prevented him from getting it, even though it was his by rights.

And then he ran against her last time.

She cleaned his clock this time.

Huge.

huge gerrymandering to drive her away i mean they did everything they could to cook the books for this guy and he's still on wednesday morning a big loser

But here's the thing, you know, gerrymandering is based on how people voted in the past.

You know, Tupac was born here, too, man.

You got Big L.

You got Cameron.

I'm going to probably say...

Camera, love.

Who's

the best rapper out of Harlem? You got Big L.

You even got Tupac.

He want him salary, he want it so he put on a badge and kill people for it.

Yes indeed.

In this world of calamity Dirty looks and grudges and jealousy And police way abuse them authority Me the clowns when I know about variety From the youngest veteran I go murder them slow Rock a muffin sent to call me from the bush bungalow When I watch it make it clear out my voice nothing a row Emerge from the darkness with me big blood to glow Me am all dem Aslamans spectate on dem though Some work with a big like Bam Bam digger though Bust off trigger finger trigger and then trigger though A two gun me have me bust them in a stereo Cause I got to keep on walking On the road to Zion man We got to keep sit burning On the road to Zion man like who them took out Jah will be waiting there we a shout Jah will be waiting there In this world of calamity Dirty looks and judges and jealousy And police we abuse them authority Media clowns but none about variety Single parents we need some charity Youths we need some love and prosperity Instead of broken dreams and tragedy Buy any plan on any means and strategy Say, you got to keep on walkin' On the road to Zion, man Been waitin' through this track with you, man You know, you got to keep on walkin' On the road to Zion, man

Sometimes I can't help but feel helpless I'm having daymares at daytime, wide awake, try to relate This can't be happening like I'm in a dream while I'm walking Cause what I'm seeing is haunting Human beings like ghosts and zombies President Mugabe holding guns to innocent bodies In Zimbabwe, they make John Pope seem godly Sack religious and blasphemous In my lifetime, I look back at paths I walk Where savages fought and pastors talked Prostitutes stomping high heel boots and badges screaming We'll be right back.

The youngest veteran a go murder them slow Ragamuffin sent to call me from the bush bungalow When I watch it make a clear out my voice nothing a row Emerge from the darkness with my big blunt a glow The yammer them a slam and smack tight and yet low Some boy could a big like Bam Bam Bigalow Buzz off trigger finger trigger and then trigger toe I two gun me and me bust them in a stereo Cause I got to keep on walking Keeps it burning On the road to Zion man Clean and pure meditation without a doubt Thou may them take you like who them took out Jah will be waiting there with a shout Jah will be waiting there Clean and pure meditation without a doubt Thou may them take you like who them took out Jah will be waiting there with a shout I make tea dirty look sad You'd still need some love and prosperity Instead of broken dreams and tragedy Buy any plan and any means and strategy Instead of broken dreams and tragedy You'd still need some love and prosperity Instead of broken dreams and tragedy Buy any plan and any means and any strategy You got to keep on walking On the road to Zion man

I was in the streets, they call it...

Cam Rock, camp where the thugs them cam butt 2 pound now within a van buck It inna your handbag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack This melody your girlfriend can't talk, some boy not know this Them only come around like tourists on the beach with a few club sodas Bedtime stories, and pals like them named Chuck Norris And down now the real hard core cause sandals are no buck too The thugs them we do where them got to, and one thing twice to show Don't make them spot you Unless you carry guns a lot too Have your tough king come at you When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block off traffic Then them we land pop off and them start trap it We dip in file long and it happy trap it Police come in a jeep and them can't stop it Some say them a playboy a playboy rabbit Ketchup like a bad habit Son of a da pow stuff if you're down to fit Rastafari stands alone

Separate from the stack, no one's headed, just have to be that.

Raisin' up my MC stacks, thanks to Big L and G-Rat.

Polly with the phenomenal, each sleepin'.

Bleed tracks.

If you like rap, New York is like...

Big L, like since I was like in high school.

No, no, I'm

talking about your generation of rap.

Yeah,

just the one.

As long as you have, like, a big living room kitchen, like, that's all you need.

Yeah, because you don't want people...