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