No rarities, just jams. Hot 97’s Mister Cee, the master of the tribute mix, drops a 22-minute burner in memory of Big Lamont, the former Child of the Corn, who went Moonlight Graham a dozen years ago today. The standard line always held that at the time of his death, L was poised for mainstream success — the deal with Roc-A-Fella was imminent and he was a single away. But I always imagined that L would’ve filled the same role as State Prop. He rapped like he carried a scythe, chopping competitors off at the knees.
The idea of him going mainstream, especially as the shiny suits continued to proliferate, always seemed like a stretch. L’s greatness was based on his ability to stay uncompromised. Cam was the flashy dude with the roly-poly flow. His friend from the Danger Zone was more cerebral, the quintessential underground head, who was fly in spite of the fact that he didn’t care about fashion. How else to explain sporting spectacles in the hyper-glossy late 90s. His main concern was slapping syllables together until he drew blood. A dozen years later he’s still remembered — a master of creating the perfect soundtrack for riding the iron horse and getting lifted.