Word: packs
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...story by Aesop begins: "Straight up sh*t is real and any day can be your last in the jungle/get murdered on the humble guns'll blast n*ggas tumble." The next year, Nas' Queensbridge cohorts Mobb Deep commence their foremost LP with the line: "I keep it real pack the steel hold my nine...
...recently deceased Big L (R.I.P.), among others, spewing out some of the illest battle rhymes to date. This head sets it off not giving a damn about anything: "Yo on the mic is Big L the brother who gives flames god/known for sending garbage MC's to the graveyard/I pack a gat not a slingshot/step to this you get an ass-whipping like Rodney King...
Paul explains that the college crowds that used to pack the second floor bar have waned over the years: "People still party, but there's less of it. It seems like the kids don't go out as much. They have exams, papers..." So, Paul shifted his focus to an older clientele. He says he tried to go after the graduate school crowd, but with only marginal success. In 1993, he made the propitious decision to transform the third floor into a dance club. He booked D.J. Tim Mann and hoped for the best. What he got was hordes...
...million is a lot of money. You could find out a great deal about someone for that. Get copies of videotapes from security cameras in every store he ever shopped in, and if he ever scratched himself in public, we could watch it. Maybe he was undercharged for a pack of hair curlers once and neglected to tell the clerk about it. Interview everyone who has a grudge against him--old secretaries who had to correct his grammar on the letters they typed, the neighbor who had to deal with the leaves from the Hatch maple tree. Search his home...
...Einhorn, wearing blue jeans and a tunic made by Flodin, strolled into the Bordeaux courtroom Sept. 2 as if there had never been a body in the trunk or a pack of hounds on his trail or 16 years on the lam. He looked healthy, untroubled, his face ruddy. He played with a silver goatee and casually acknowledged Flodin, who smiled from the back of the courtroom, wearing a bright layered getup that looked as if it were stolen from the closet of Pippi Longstocking. The Unicorn had had a long time to write himself a new speech...