They have created a musical smog that has clouded who Tupac was in life and replaced it with a romanticized impersonation courtesy of a balding man in an expensive tie. Whilst studio executives, put-upon DJs, and big name 'producers' beaver away at producing the next album to stamp with the Pac seal, the purple haze of misinformation they produce is baffling. Others have allowed an ungodly amount of attention paid to remixes. Others have heavily relied on a more mainstream sound to launch interest. A number of them misunderstood the whole appeal of Pac's venomous delivery, emphasizing updated aspects in terms of music in a misguided attempt to keep the releases relevant. Unfortunately for Pac, the majority of his posthumous releases have been rather dry in certain aspects. His quintessentially ‘gangster’ tirades and imagery were backed up by an impressive depth and fittingly important morals, which renders the majority of his material as just the right mixture of street vibes and intelligence. Tupac Shakur has always been notable for his vocal dexterity. Review Summary: We’re in danger of losing who Tupac actually was in favour of who his albums tell us he is