Biggie barely moved, he stood in one spot (he may have moved once or twice), he stood there and ripped the mic.  Every line was crisp and clear, there was none of the “stage voice” you get from some performers.  The crowd responded by chanting every line and chorus.  The crowd moved like the ocean.  The high tempo songs the crowd was more amp, “Big Poppa” had the crowd moving a slow rhythm.  The dope boys bobbed their heads, the weed heads vibed off the jams, every woman moved and gyrated the pace to whatever song Biggie was on.