On an album swaddled in loss of life, listed here was Biggie declaring himself reside and kicking for Brooklyn, framed in just a multi-syllabic rhyme. Big transcends eras by dropping classic spell-your-title rhymes though also declaring Kwamé’s polka dot style craze "played out." He declares himself "the illest," "the nicest emcee," "the triple beam desire." Really, what is remaining to say? What will Mrs. Grundy say?