It’s not that I wouldn’t mind if Pac came back, but we can all live off the classic albums he released while still alive. ![]() My objection to this and every other posthumous Pac release finds its origins in the quality of the new work. I’m not the biggest Pac fan out there, but my need to raise a stink is no less important. Every album since his death, sans the one with “Changes”, dilutes that legacy. As eloquent and acerbic as Black Panther Party founder Huey Newton or Malcolm X, Pac was a ghetto warrior. A reluctant philosopher, he was a man short only in height and temper, never vision, with an incendiary tongue. ![]() ![]() And, if these releases have any affect besides fuelling the seven-day theory or claims that the slain rapper was last seen sipping Pina Coladas with Biggie in any place other than heaven, it’s to tarnish the reputation of a charismatic MC. Nine years after Pac’s death, I still cringe whenever overzealous producers unearth yet another collection of previously unreleased tracks, because it’s the work of grave-robbing opportunists. Be wary of albums released by any artist in the mindless zombie stage of their career - especially when the artist is dead.
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