Wishing Biggie's mom the best on this, but I have a feeling we won't see any justice on this case until some time around the year 2040, when a decrepit old Suge Knight is wheeled into the courtroom to get Edgar Ray Killensed.
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this is clearly a setup for several corny jokes, but I'm too out of practice to find them.
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Luckily some bloggers are still on top of their game. Mr. Charnas is still dropping bombs, and All-Star B-Boy Scholar Joe Schloss has finally entered the fray and is already sparking meaty dialogue with Mark Anthony Neal, who has also now been assimilated. Neal has been steady hitting home runs, even working in references to both of my favoritepoets.
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Many of you might not know that second poet, who was murdered by the NYPD right on the block where I grew up (145th and Lenox). But you probably heard his work without realizing it on the San Francisco season of MTV's Real World, when Puck recited that poet's "Fir" pretending he made it up himself on the spot (the main reason I always hated that peanut-butter-defiling motherf****r):
The fir stands.
The man watches.
Its height pierces the low cloud.
Its arms srtetch out to the winds.
Its roots walk deep into the earth.
The man watches.
The fir stands.
the man walks away.
"Perhaps you are right," he says.
