After Death The Notorious Big — Life

Side one of the album is the party: the champagne, the cribs, the silk shirts, the Puff Daddy ad-libs. Songs like (featuring Mase and Diddy) are sonic celebrations of summer. They are weightless.

When you listen to Life After Death today, you aren’t just hearing a rapper at his technical peak. You are hearing a man who knew the clock was ticking, and instead of running from it, he turned the ticking into a beat. life after death the notorious big

He isn’t glorifying death; he’s diagnosing it. He knows that in the war he was living in (both the rap war and the street war), death was the only thing that guaranteed legacy. He raps about funeral costs, about watching his back, about the paranoia of every car that slows down. “I been damned if I don’t, I’m damned if I do / Been a long time, no sign of the enemy / Guess he got the message, I ain’t stressin’ / But I got the Smith & Wesson for the weapon.” Listening to those lines in 1997 was impressive. Listening to them today—knowing that less than three weeks after the album dropped, an enemy did get the message and a gunman was waiting for him in LA—is horrifying. What makes Life After Death a masterpiece, not just a morbid artifact, is the joy. Biggie was a storyteller of two worlds. Side one of the album is the party: