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09 Mar

Posted at 23:26h in Features
It's been 13 years since Christopher Wallace was cut down in his prime. Those who know me know of my bizarre (yet valid) fascination/connection with the number thirteen and know where I'm going. But because I want to get back to my own musical Biggie tribute, I'm letting the readers off the hook from my long-windedness - but not without informing you that this could easily be a multiple page article in mere minutes. There are so many angles I can attack from, where do I begin? The fact that I can't even express a fraction of what I'm feeling inside right now should give some indication as to how much of an impact the life of the Notorious B.I.G had on mine...