Biggie Smalls Duets The Final Chapter Rarlab
In 2005, Sean 'Puffy' Combs convinced the other executives at his record label, Bad Boy Records, that releasing a second posthumous Biggie Smalls album, one padded with guest appearances, newfangled production techniques, and recycled verses, would somehow make them some extra Christmas spending cash. What started as a heated board meeting quickly turned into a wrestling match, with Harve 'Joe Hooker' Pierre knocked unconscious and rapper G-Dep forced to hold the chair that Puff Daddy had broken over the man's head. Then, everybody in the room decided an impromptu vacation was in order, and they were next seen a few hours later, knocking back drinks at the Gallagher's inside the New York New York in Las Vegas. (All I can say is, that pizza place right outside of Gallagher's is fucking amazing.) And, somehow, was born. Obviously, The Notorious B.I.G. Had been dead for several years at this point, and unlike his afterlife golf buddy Tupac Shakur, Biggie didn't have several closets full of unreleased material.
His first posthumous disc, Born Again, pretty much used up most of his rare verses, setting them against ineffective instrumentals and alongside guests that Biggie never got a chance to work with in his lifetime, such as Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg, and, um, Lil' Wayne. So Puffy had the bright idea of taking some of his older songs (the ones that people actually liked) and, pulling one verse from hither and another from dither, created Frankensongs from the ether, coercing established artists (and employees at his label) to provide guest spots at very nominal fees, lest those blackmail photographs of Jay-Z, T.I., and Eminem at the last Republican National Convention leak to the liberal press. Was marketed as the final 'tribute' album to Biggie Smalls, news which caused the general public to collectively wipe the sweat from their brows. It sold moderately well (although its first week sales were eclipsed by those of Jamie Foxx and a Teletubbies exercise video), but was trashed in the press. I also don't know anybody who both (a) loves and appreciates music and (b) owns this stupid fucking album. Free Harvest Moon Tree Of Tranquility Iso 9001.
