Where art thou hip hop chosen ones
I went around corners of the globe can't see you
Arise, shine and give us more music
The base you set was classic
Pac could say 'we still breathing'
I wonders what this is meaning
Perhaps you hiding somewhere
but fans misses you everywhere
Because you vanished without goodbye
Breath in silence those words of encouragement
Chant with the jubilant disciples
The Big Punisher you quite on your sleep
But your lyrics still run deep
into the vein of diehards
Biggy Smalls do you hear me?
I know you still the Big Poppa over there
For your lines didn't spare
unruly, malicious criticism
Sometimes your performance hypnotize me
How can I forget the great Nate Dogg?
The maestro whose golden voice
Could awake the sleeping dog
With that in mind 'I better lay low''
His legacy I ought to follow
Guru ' The Gangstarr' you smile when I mention you
Keep your head out of your mouth
Whilst the hero spits out
in his eternal sleep between the clouds
Leaving out left eye and Easy B counts this piece incomplete
'cause the relevant contribution still rocks
Airwaves furious without your voice
Fans at the downtown blocks
considers your presence a necessary vice
Poem courtesy of Poetry Soup
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