just press play
Dude could make the grimiest shyt sound luxurious.
"My peeps get dirty like cleats"
"Flaming gats, aiming at, these, maniacs, put my name in raps"

that cadence
"As my pilot steers my Lear, yes my dear"
You can just tell the cameraman knew he was filming something so legendary. When he zoomed in and you saw Big hand motions you knew the conviction he was spitting with. Unbelievable brehs. Dude to the right of him's brain was not comprehending the illness at all couldn't even react. You're not seeing this type of talent anymore it's a once ever type of thing. RIP