
As scavengers continue to mine the vaults of his unreleased recordings, the disconnect becomes increasingly excruciating. Tupac’s work, this decade, makes that painfully apparent since death left him unable to comment on anything past the first Clinton administration. Let’s be honest, death presents a severe obstacle to one’s ability to remain relevant. As the years dragged on though, musical styles and tastes changed, but Tupac couldn’t. The production on the early posthumous work was still close to the quality and style featured on the albums in which he participated directly. Instead, he became a retirement plan for anyone with the ability to press a CD.Īt first that wasn’t so bad. Tupac’s legacy would have remained a polished diamond had he never released another album after 1996. His honesty– or “realness”–allowed his audience to comfortably reconcile those two natures. That impeccable bravado made the compassion he offered in his performances on other songs seem contradictory. His voice’s muscular ferocity on the Notorious B.I.G. His writing was immaculate, but his delivery was awe-inspiring. Ironically, that’s what caused him to Sammy Sosa out in this decade. Posthumous mixtape after mixtape and album after album have added millions to the tally of Tupac’s record sales.

Tupac was a juggernaut, and even death couldn’t stop his commercial prowess in hip hop. He went out on top, and by went out, I mean he was murdered in Las Vegas in a case that has never been solved.


This will be surprising to most of you since you know Tupac as having been one of the two best rappers of the 1990’s. Tupac Shakur, known to many as 2pac, and known to a few others a Makavelli, is the worst rapper of the decade.
