Slim Dunkin was never my favorite member of Brick Squad. I know how death often changes one’s opinion, and makes you see someone, especially an artist, in a greater light. I’m as big of a Gucci and Waka fan as they come, and Wooh Da Kid was always my go-to option after the Ferarri Boyz. But Slim Dunkin? Slim Dunkin was something entirely different. Slim Dunkin was all untapped potential, which, thanks to some scumbag with a gun out in Atlanta, will never be fully realized.
He was arguably the rawest member in one of rap’s roughest posses. Everytime Dunkin was featured on a track, he was guaranteed to make the song stop dead in its track. His thirst for violence was frightening at times, as he never rapped about little more than shooting and robbing in explicit detail. His style was incredibly visual; he’d describe the way he’d steal your shoes down to the T, threatening to “cut your ankles off if I like your sneaks.”
Even though Slim never got to release a solo project that fully showcased his ability (Menace II Society comes the closest, but it isn’t nearly as impressive as his showstealing guest verses), Slim released a couple mixtapes with Waka and other Brick Squad associates that helped him become one of the more recognizable members of the group. His numerous appearances on albums with Gucci (he appeared twice on Baytl, on the first single to Ferarri Boyz, as well as on Gucci’s Return of Mr. Zone 6), his heavy presence on Flockaveli, and his single Dunk with Roscoe Dash had him poised to lead the Brick Squad should Flocka step down. He’ll never get that opportunity now, and it’s just sad.
It was the lifestyle he celebrated that got him unfairly murdered by some coward. The motive hasn’t been determined yet, but it’s more than likely that Slim was about to get robbed himself. I’m positive that Slim didn’t go out without a fight. It’s a dark day when someone with such potential gets his life taken far too soon, but at least he was fairly productive in his young career and left a lot of material behind.
Rest in peace, Slim Dunkin. May we all DONK one time in your honor.