JulianGallelli
THEDEMON
JulianGallelli
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allofthefresh:

Biggie & Towel… 1990 something.
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thesecrowns:

I’ve always appreciated a great first line. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…”; “Call me Ishmael;” “We the people…”; “When in the course of human events…”; “Mother died today;” “It was a pleasure to burn;” “All this happened, more or less;” “They shoot the white girl first;” “The sun shone, having no alternative, on nothing new”; “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen”; “I am an invisible man.” These are all great first lines belonging to more or less great books by more or less great writers. But one of the masters of great first lines never wrote a book, although he wrote many stories:  “It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine…” “To all the ladies in the place with style and grace…” “First things first, I, Poppa…” “Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns…” “A ***** never been as broke as me, I like that” “B-I-G, P-O, P-P-A…” “Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one” “I been in this game for years, it made me a animal….” “Hah, sicker than your average….” “Armed and dangerous, ain’t too many can bang with us…” “Who shot ya?” “Who the **** is this? pagin’ me at 5:46 in the mornin’ crack a dawnin now I’m yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye” “I been had skills, Cristal spills…”"You wanna sip Mo’ on my living room flo’, Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo""In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit emHe don’t like me, hit him while wifey was wit em” And on and on. It wasn’t just the line, it was the delivery. So, as I think about someone who was foolishly killed on March 9 many moons ago, what I celebrate him for is the mastery of those first few words…words that, for people who know the music, unlock a whole story in the space of a sentence.
thesecrowns:

I’ve always appreciated a great first line. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…”; “Call me Ishmael;” “We the people…”; “When in the course of human events…”; “Mother died today;” “It was a pleasure to burn;” “All this happened, more or less;” “They shoot the white girl first;” “The sun shone, having no alternative, on nothing new”; “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen”; “I am an invisible man.” These are all great first lines belonging to more or less great books by more or less great writers. But one of the masters of great first lines never wrote a book, although he wrote many stories:  “It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine…” “To all the ladies in the place with style and grace…” “First things first, I, Poppa…” “Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns…” “A ***** never been as broke as me, I like that” “B-I-G, P-O, P-P-A…” “Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one” “I been in this game for years, it made me a animal….” “Hah, sicker than your average….” “Armed and dangerous, ain’t too many can bang with us…” “Who shot ya?” “Who the **** is this? pagin’ me at 5:46 in the mornin’ crack a dawnin now I’m yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye” “I been had skills, Cristal spills…”"You wanna sip Mo’ on my living room flo’, Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo""In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit emHe don’t like me, hit him while wifey was wit em” And on and on. It wasn’t just the line, it was the delivery. So, as I think about someone who was foolishly killed on March 9 many moons ago, what I celebrate him for is the mastery of those first few words…words that, for people who know the music, unlock a whole story in the space of a sentence.
thesecrowns:

I’ve always appreciated a great first line. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…”; “Call me Ishmael;” “We the people…”; “When in the course of human events…”; “Mother died today;” “It was a pleasure to burn;” “All this happened, more or less;” “They shoot the white girl first;” “The sun shone, having no alternative, on nothing new”; “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen”; “I am an invisible man.” These are all great first lines belonging to more or less great books by more or less great writers. But one of the masters of great first lines never wrote a book, although he wrote many stories:  “It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine…” “To all the ladies in the place with style and grace…” “First things first, I, Poppa…” “Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns…” “A ***** never been as broke as me, I like that” “B-I-G, P-O, P-P-A…” “Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one” “I been in this game for years, it made me a animal….” “Hah, sicker than your average….” “Armed and dangerous, ain’t too many can bang with us…” “Who shot ya?” “Who the **** is this? pagin’ me at 5:46 in the mornin’ crack a dawnin now I’m yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye” “I been had skills, Cristal spills…”"You wanna sip Mo’ on my living room flo’, Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo""In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit emHe don’t like me, hit him while wifey was wit em” And on and on. It wasn’t just the line, it was the delivery. So, as I think about someone who was foolishly killed on March 9 many moons ago, what I celebrate him for is the mastery of those first few words…words that, for people who know the music, unlock a whole story in the space of a sentence.
thesecrowns:

I’ve always appreciated a great first line. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…”; “Call me Ishmael;” “We the people…”; “When in the course of human events…”; “Mother died today;” “It was a pleasure to burn;” “All this happened, more or less;” “They shoot the white girl first;” “The sun shone, having no alternative, on nothing new”; “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen”; “I am an invisible man.” These are all great first lines belonging to more or less great books by more or less great writers. But one of the masters of great first lines never wrote a book, although he wrote many stories:  “It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine…” “To all the ladies in the place with style and grace…” “First things first, I, Poppa…” “Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns…” “A ***** never been as broke as me, I like that” “B-I-G, P-O, P-P-A…” “Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one” “I been in this game for years, it made me a animal….” “Hah, sicker than your average….” “Armed and dangerous, ain’t too many can bang with us…” “Who shot ya?” “Who the **** is this? pagin’ me at 5:46 in the mornin’ crack a dawnin now I’m yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye” “I been had skills, Cristal spills…”"You wanna sip Mo’ on my living room flo’, Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo""In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit emHe don’t like me, hit him while wifey was wit em” And on and on. It wasn’t just the line, it was the delivery. So, as I think about someone who was foolishly killed on March 9 many moons ago, what I celebrate him for is the mastery of those first few words…words that, for people who know the music, unlock a whole story in the space of a sentence.
thesecrowns:

I’ve always appreciated a great first line. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…”; “Call me Ishmael;” “We the people…”; “When in the course of human events…”; “Mother died today;” “It was a pleasure to burn;” “All this happened, more or less;” “They shoot the white girl first;” “The sun shone, having no alternative, on nothing new”; “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen”; “I am an invisible man.” These are all great first lines belonging to more or less great books by more or less great writers. But one of the masters of great first lines never wrote a book, although he wrote many stories:  “It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine…” “To all the ladies in the place with style and grace…” “First things first, I, Poppa…” “Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns…” “A ***** never been as broke as me, I like that” “B-I-G, P-O, P-P-A…” “Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one” “I been in this game for years, it made me a animal….” “Hah, sicker than your average….” “Armed and dangerous, ain’t too many can bang with us…” “Who shot ya?” “Who the **** is this? pagin’ me at 5:46 in the mornin’ crack a dawnin now I’m yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye” “I been had skills, Cristal spills…”"You wanna sip Mo’ on my living room flo’, Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo""In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit emHe don’t like me, hit him while wifey was wit em” And on and on. It wasn’t just the line, it was the delivery. So, as I think about someone who was foolishly killed on March 9 many moons ago, what I celebrate him for is the mastery of those first few words…words that, for people who know the music, unlock a whole story in the space of a sentence.
thesecrowns:

I’ve always appreciated a great first line. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…”; “Call me Ishmael;” “We the people…”; “When in the course of human events…”; “Mother died today;” “It was a pleasure to burn;” “All this happened, more or less;” “They shoot the white girl first;” “The sun shone, having no alternative, on nothing new”; “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen”; “I am an invisible man.” These are all great first lines belonging to more or less great books by more or less great writers. But one of the masters of great first lines never wrote a book, although he wrote many stories:  “It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine…” “To all the ladies in the place with style and grace…” “First things first, I, Poppa…” “Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns…” “A ***** never been as broke as me, I like that” “B-I-G, P-O, P-P-A…” “Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one” “I been in this game for years, it made me a animal….” “Hah, sicker than your average….” “Armed and dangerous, ain’t too many can bang with us…” “Who shot ya?” “Who the **** is this? pagin’ me at 5:46 in the mornin’ crack a dawnin now I’m yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye” “I been had skills, Cristal spills…”"You wanna sip Mo’ on my living room flo’, Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo""In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit emHe don’t like me, hit him while wifey was wit em” And on and on. It wasn’t just the line, it was the delivery. So, as I think about someone who was foolishly killed on March 9 many moons ago, what I celebrate him for is the mastery of those first few words…words that, for people who know the music, unlock a whole story in the space of a sentence.
thesecrowns:

I’ve always appreciated a great first line. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…”; “Call me Ishmael;” “We the people…”; “When in the course of human events…”; “Mother died today;” “It was a pleasure to burn;” “All this happened, more or less;” “They shoot the white girl first;” “The sun shone, having no alternative, on nothing new”; “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen”; “I am an invisible man.” These are all great first lines belonging to more or less great books by more or less great writers. But one of the masters of great first lines never wrote a book, although he wrote many stories:  “It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine…” “To all the ladies in the place with style and grace…” “First things first, I, Poppa…” “Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns…” “A ***** never been as broke as me, I like that” “B-I-G, P-O, P-P-A…” “Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one” “I been in this game for years, it made me a animal….” “Hah, sicker than your average….” “Armed and dangerous, ain’t too many can bang with us…” “Who shot ya?” “Who the **** is this? pagin’ me at 5:46 in the mornin’ crack a dawnin now I’m yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye” “I been had skills, Cristal spills…”"You wanna sip Mo’ on my living room flo’, Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo""In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit emHe don’t like me, hit him while wifey was wit em” And on and on. It wasn’t just the line, it was the delivery. So, as I think about someone who was foolishly killed on March 9 many moons ago, what I celebrate him for is the mastery of those first few words…words that, for people who know the music, unlock a whole story in the space of a sentence.
thesecrowns:

I’ve always appreciated a great first line. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…”; “Call me Ishmael;” “We the people…”; “When in the course of human events…”; “Mother died today;” “It was a pleasure to burn;” “All this happened, more or less;” “They shoot the white girl first;” “The sun shone, having no alternative, on nothing new”; “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen”; “I am an invisible man.” These are all great first lines belonging to more or less great books by more or less great writers. But one of the masters of great first lines never wrote a book, although he wrote many stories:  “It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine…” “To all the ladies in the place with style and grace…” “First things first, I, Poppa…” “Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns…” “A ***** never been as broke as me, I like that” “B-I-G, P-O, P-P-A…” “Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one” “I been in this game for years, it made me a animal….” “Hah, sicker than your average….” “Armed and dangerous, ain’t too many can bang with us…” “Who shot ya?” “Who the **** is this? pagin’ me at 5:46 in the mornin’ crack a dawnin now I’m yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye” “I been had skills, Cristal spills…”"You wanna sip Mo’ on my living room flo’, Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo""In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit emHe don’t like me, hit him while wifey was wit em” And on and on. It wasn’t just the line, it was the delivery. So, as I think about someone who was foolishly killed on March 9 many moons ago, what I celebrate him for is the mastery of those first few words…words that, for people who know the music, unlock a whole story in the space of a sentence.
thesecrowns:

I’ve always appreciated a great first line. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…”; “Call me Ishmael;” “We the people…”; “When in the course of human events…”; “Mother died today;” “It was a pleasure to burn;” “All this happened, more or less;” “They shoot the white girl first;” “The sun shone, having no alternative, on nothing new”; “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen”; “I am an invisible man.” These are all great first lines belonging to more or less great books by more or less great writers. But one of the masters of great first lines never wrote a book, although he wrote many stories:  “It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine…” “To all the ladies in the place with style and grace…” “First things first, I, Poppa…” “Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns…” “A ***** never been as broke as me, I like that” “B-I-G, P-O, P-P-A…” “Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one” “I been in this game for years, it made me a animal….” “Hah, sicker than your average….” “Armed and dangerous, ain’t too many can bang with us…” “Who shot ya?” “Who the **** is this? pagin’ me at 5:46 in the mornin’ crack a dawnin now I’m yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye” “I been had skills, Cristal spills…”"You wanna sip Mo’ on my living room flo’, Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo""In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit emHe don’t like me, hit him while wifey was wit em” And on and on. It wasn’t just the line, it was the delivery. So, as I think about someone who was foolishly killed on March 9 many moons ago, what I celebrate him for is the mastery of those first few words…words that, for people who know the music, unlock a whole story in the space of a sentence.
thesecrowns:

I’ve always appreciated a great first line. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…”; “Call me Ishmael;” “We the people…”; “When in the course of human events…”; “Mother died today;” “It was a pleasure to burn;” “All this happened, more or less;” “They shoot the white girl first;” “The sun shone, having no alternative, on nothing new”; “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen”; “I am an invisible man.” These are all great first lines belonging to more or less great books by more or less great writers. But one of the masters of great first lines never wrote a book, although he wrote many stories:  “It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine…” “To all the ladies in the place with style and grace…” “First things first, I, Poppa…” “Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns…” “A ***** never been as broke as me, I like that” “B-I-G, P-O, P-P-A…” “Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one” “I been in this game for years, it made me a animal….” “Hah, sicker than your average….” “Armed and dangerous, ain’t too many can bang with us…” “Who shot ya?” “Who the **** is this? pagin’ me at 5:46 in the mornin’ crack a dawnin now I’m yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye” “I been had skills, Cristal spills…”"You wanna sip Mo’ on my living room flo’, Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo""In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit emHe don’t like me, hit him while wifey was wit em” And on and on. It wasn’t just the line, it was the delivery. So, as I think about someone who was foolishly killed on March 9 many moons ago, what I celebrate him for is the mastery of those first few words…words that, for people who know the music, unlock a whole story in the space of a sentence.
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darkprisims:

Following everyone back! Message me if I missed you.
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bjetsz:

http://bjetsz.tumblr.com/
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plussizesaavy:

Fat boy swaggin’ biggie
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mondrainstyle:

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mondrainstyle:

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znix:

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psychooninja:

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swag-and-stuff:

Biggie