Tupac Amaru Shakur died in 1996, after releasing six studio albums. The celebrated, and hugely talented it must be said, west coast rapper’s final LP, The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory, has to date shifted around 28 million copies.
Since his death, some 17 albums bearing the 2Pac name have been released. This, a slice of perfectly offensive R‘n’B-lite, isn’t even good enough to be played in a shopping centre elevator. It’s not good enough to chime away while your average pretty fly white guy’s browsing Teletext. It’s not good enough to bear the 2Pac name on its cover. Much like so many of those 17 albums, it simply isn't good.
Stop it, The Industry, please. While every good necrophiliac will tell you that the plus of fancying dead people is that they don’t say no, that’s no reason to go raping a corpse ten years after it was buried. He says himself, here: "Why you motherfuckers all up in my shit?"
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