Track Masters: "Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)"
His rhymes are simultaneously the stuff of urban lore and street prophecy.
"I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and ya'll lamed out/ Didn't really appreciate it, 'til the second one came out/ So I stretched the game out, X'ed your name out/ Put Jigga on top, and drop albums nonstop ... "
Eleven years later: He's