It shall be oath time, minth sense of accomplishmentary shall be of exploing reactionaries like those offeth't the gargantuan firings oath 'London in the date of 1666, A.D.
Alas, this tune is dedicated To all the teachers that proclaimed I'd never amount to nothing To all the peasants that lived above the castles that I was selling goods in front of Called the guards on me when I was merely attempting to acquire some shillings to feed my firstborn daughter And all the knaves in the struggle Dost thine understand what I'm sayin'?
*"Thy song is dedicatedeth to thy tutors who hath said I amounted to nothing but rubbish"* ~Lord Chirstopher Wallace the 1st a.k.a 'Father Majoris' a.k.a 'Thy Notorious B.I.G'
Twas all a midsummer's night's dream, In bygone days I did devour folios, Marlowe, Jonson found in a latrine. Plastered scripture to my tavern wall, Every day afore the sabbath, Willy Shakes At the Globe, the players play 'til curtain call.
“Thou tremendously acknowledge Who thou are Restraint the peasants who grasp thou downwards Extend for Galileo’s observations Thou had a holy grail Yet small in number As thou are the sole one I shall grant thou heaven and plenty more”
Twas but a dream! I used to read of far-off themes. Dandied bards, in their carts, who rode down the streets. The tapestry 'pon the wall. Each day of rest, they did jest, mingled in the mayor's hall. I played my melodies until they noticed me. Pipe weed and ducats doth now flow to me. Twas years before. I'd just worn my best talbard to court. From a friend in Cork.
Nameday was the worst of days, Now we imbibe Champaign when one is parched, Bloody right we live the royal life, And if thou was unaware now thou is in the know, knave
Playing chess and a bit of Pick-up-Sticks When I was just a peasant I couldn't picture this 50" tapestry and a cow hide leather sofa Got 2 rides, a horse and cart and a chauffeur.
Tis was all a dream, Thee use to read word up tomes as a teen Miss Lady Salt and Pepa; Sir Heavy D in thy Horse-Careen Hanging portraits on my wall Every Saturday fools attack, Mr. Wizard, Merly Marl Thee let my own Sitar rock 'til thy strings popped smokin herbs in a pipe, sippin on some ale called private stock Way back, whence thy hadst red and black tunic and sack with thy hood to match Remember thy Rappin Duke? Sitting outside thy Tavarn lucky Star Thee never thought that dark speech wouldst taketh this far Now Thee in thy limelight, cause thee rhymeth tight, time to get paid, blow up thy thieve guild trade Born Sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember whence thee used to eat sardines for dinner Peaceth to Sir Ron G, Blacksmith Brucie B, and thy fool Kid Capri Lord Funkmaster Flex, Stableboy Lovebug Starski Thee Blowing up liketh thee thought thee wouldth Call thy castle, same messenger, same neighborhood tis all good (tis all good) And if thee don't knoweth, now thee knoweth, peasant
DROP A GODDMAN CD ALREADY!! I require this level of talent in the year of our lord 2021 - please give the world something amazing, we need it. Jokes aside I love your work and I literally don't click on any other youtube notifications apart from yours, I do it religiously
@@BeedleTheBardcore Sincerely though I joke but I hope there's not too much pressure, I've seen that destroy too many good youtubers and I wish never to see yourself on that list, I, as well as many many others, are perfectly contented to just receive the blessings you bestow, I'd hate to hear you burn out. Your the best Beedle
Hail I playeth this melody for all the tutors claimed yon mine destiny wou'd hath been meaningless To all the folk whom once dwell'd in the houses which I stored goods in front of And summoning the guards when all I did was endeavo'r to acquire some coins to feed mine starving kin To all the pour folk yon dwell within the village Does thou knoweth of what I speaketh ? All is well
Yeah, this album is did dedicate to all the teachest'rs yond toldeth me i'd nev'r amount to nothin' to all the people yond hath lived above the buildings yond i wast hustlin' in front of hath called the police on me at which hour i wast just tryin' to maketh some wage to feedeth mine own daught'r (it's all valorous) and all the niggas in the struggle thee knoweth what i'm sayin'? t's all valorous, baby baby t wast all a dreameth, i hath used to readeth w'rd up! magazine salt-n-pepa and heavy d up in the limousine hangin' pictures on mine own mure ev'ry saturday rap attacketh, mr. Charm, marley marl i alloweth mine own tape rocketh 'til mine own tape popp'd smokin' we'd in bambu, sippin' on private stock way backeth, at which hour i hadst the r'd and black lumb'rjack with the coxcomb to matcheth rememb'r rappin' duke? duh-ha, duh-ha thee nev'r bethought yond hip-hop wouldst taketh t this far anon i'm in the limelight 'cause i rhymeth tight timeth to receiveth hath paid, bloweth up liketh the w'rld tradeth b'rn sinn'r, the opposite of a winn'r rememb'r at which hour i hath used to consume sardines f'r dinn'r peace to ron g, brucie b, peat capri funkmast'r flex, lovebug starski i'm blowin' up liketh thee bethought i wouldst calleth the crib, same numb'r, same hood t's all valorous (it's all valorous) and if 't be true thee knoweth not, anon thee knoweth, nigga thee knoweth v'ry well who is't thou art alloweth not 'em holdeth thee down reacheth f'r the stars thee hadst a goal but not yond many 'cause thou art the only one i'll giveth thee valorous and plenty i madeth the changeth from a ingraft coystrill to up closeth and p'rsonal with robin leach and i'm far from vile i smoketh brock with mine own peeps all day did spread loveth, t's the brooklyn way the moët and alizé keepeth me pissy girls hath used to diss me anon those gents writeth lett'rs 'cause those gents misseth me i nev'r bethought t couldst befall, this rappin' stuffeth i wast too hath used to packin' gats and stuffeth anon honeys playeth me closeth liketh buttocks'r playeth toast from the mississippi down to the east coast condos in queens, indo f'r weeks sold-out seats to heareth biggie smalls speaketh livin' life without feareth puttin' five karats in mine own baby wench's ear lunches, brunches, int'rviews by the pool consid'r'd a daw 'cause i did drop out of high school st'reotypes of a black male misund'rstood and t's still all valorous and if 't be true thee knoweth not, anon thee knoweth, nigga thee knoweth v'ry well who is't thou art alloweth not 'em holdeth thee down reacheth f'r the stars thee hadst a goal but not yond many 'cause thou art the only one i'll giveth thee valorous and plenty sup'r nintendo, sega genesis at which hour i wast dead hath broken, sir, i couldn't picture this 50-inch screen, money-green leath'r sofa did get two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur phoneth bill about two g's champain nay needeth to w'rry, mine own accountant handles yond and mine own whole crew is loungin' celebratin' ev'ry day, nay m're public housin' thinkin' backeth on mine own one-room shack anon mine own mother pimps a ac' with minks on h'r backeth and the lady loves to showeth me off of course smiles ev'ry timeth mine own visage is up in the source we hath used to ado at which hour the landl'rd diss'd us nay heateth, wond'r wherefore christmas did miss us birthdays wast the w'rst days anon we sipeth champagne at which hour we thirsty uh, alas right, i liketh the life i liveth 'cause i wenteth from negative to positive and t's all (it's all valorous, nigga) and if 't be true thee knoweth not, anon thee knoweth, nigga thee knoweth v'ry well who is't thou art alloweth not 'em holdeth thee down and if 't be true thee knoweth not, anon thee knoweth, nigga reacheth f'r the stars thee hadst a goal but not yond many 'cause thou art the only one and if 't be true thee knoweth not, anon thee knoweth, nigga i'll giveth thee valorous and plenty representin' b-town in the house juni'r mafia, nimble-footed flav'r uh, uh, yeah, aight thee knoweth v'ry well who is't thou art alloweth not 'em holdeth thee down reacheth f'r the stars thee hadst a goal but not yond many 'cause thou art the only one i'll giveth thee valorous and plenty biggie smalls, t's all valorous, nigga juni'r mafia, t's all valorous, nigga lacking valor knave, t's all valorous, nigga t's all valorous yond's right, '1294 and on'th and on'th, and on'th and on'th thee knoweth v'ry well who is't thou art alloweth not 'em holdeth thee down reacheth f'r the star
I can almost see Brooklyn as it might have looked like in the 1400’s …..(woods, fields, the higher ridges closer to Manhattan, various Indian tribes. The Dutch didn’t settle here until the 1630s….)
Remember the plague duke? Har-har-har-har We never believed we would maketh this far Now I am in the west coast of the United States , The hour has come to get paid burn up like a witch at the steak
Yeah, this album is did dedicate to all the teachest'rs yond toldeth me i'd nev'r amount to nothin' to all the people yond hath lived above the buildings yond i wast hustlin' in front of hath called the police on me at which hour i wast just tryin' to maketh some wage to feedeth mine own daught'r (it's all valorous) and all the nice men in the struggle thee knoweth what i'm sayin'? t's all valorous, baby baby t wast all a dreameth, i hath used to readeth w'rd up! magazine salt-n-pepa and heavy d up in the limousine hangin' pictures on mine own mure ev'ry saturday rap attacketh, mr. Charm, marley marl i alloweth mine own tape rocketh 'til mine own tape popp'd smokin' we'd in bambu, sippin' on private stock way backeth, at which hour i hadst the r'd and black lumb'rjack with the coxcomb to matcheth rememb'r rappin' duke? duh-ha, duh-ha thee nev'r bethought yond hip-hop wouldst taketh t this far anon i'm in the limelight 'cause i rhymeth tight timeth to receiveth hath paid, bloweth up liketh the w'rld tradeth b'rn sinn'r, the opposite of a winn'r rememb'r at which hour i hath used to consume sardines f'r dinn'r peace to ron g, brucie b, peat capri funkmast'r flex, lovebug starski i'm blowin' up liketh thee bethought i wouldst calleth the crib, same numb'r, same hood t's all valorous (it's all valorous) and if 't be true thee knoweth not, anon thee knoweth, nice men thee knoweth v'ry well who is't thou art alloweth not 'em holdeth thee down reacheth f'r the stars thee hadst a goal but not yond many 'cause thou art the only one i'll giveth thee valorous and plenty i madeth the changeth from a ingraft cut-purse to up closeth and p'rsonal with robin leach and i'm far from vile i smoketh brock with mine own peeps all day did spread loveth, t's the brooklyn way the moët and alizé keepeth me pissy girls hath used to diss me anon those gents writeth lett'rs 'cause those gents misseth me i nev'r bethought t couldst befall, this rappin' stuffeth i wast too hath used to packin' gats and stuffeth anon honeys playeth me closeth liketh buttocks'r playeth toast from the mississippi down to the east coast condos in queens, indo f'r weeks sold-out seats to heareth biggie smalls speaketh livin' life without feareth puttin' five karats in mine own baby wench's ear lunches, brunches, int'rviews by the pool consid'r'd a daw 'cause i did drop out of high school st'reotypes of a black male misund'rstood and t's still all valorous and if 't be true thee knoweth not, anon thee knoweth, nice men thee knoweth v'ry well who is't thou art alloweth not 'em holdeth thee down reacheth f'r the stars thee hadst a goal but not yond many 'cause thou art the only one i'll giveth thee valorous and plenty sup'r nintendo, sega genesis at which hour i wast dead hath broken, sir, i couldn't picture this 50-inch screen, money-green leath'r sofa did get two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur phoneth bill about two g's champain nay needeth to w'rry, mine own accountant handles yond and mine own whole crew is loungin' celebratin' ev'ry day, nay m're public housin' thinkin' backeth on mine own one-room shack anon mine own mother pimps a ac' with minks on h'r backeth and the lady loves to showeth me off of course smiles ev'ry timeth mine own visage is up in the source we hath used to ado at which hour the landl'rd diss'd us nay heateth, wond'r wherefore christmas did miss us birthdays wast the w'rst days anon we sipeth champagne at which hour we thirsty uh, alas right, i liketh the life i liveth 'cause i wenteth from negative to positive and t's all (it's all valorous, nice men) and if 't be true thee knoweth not, anon thee knoweth, nice men thee knoweth v'ry well who is't thou art alloweth not 'em holdeth thee down and if 't be true thee knoweth not, anon thee knoweth, nice men reacheth f'r the stars thee hadst a goal but not yond many 'cause thou art the only one and if 't be true thee knoweth not, anon thee knoweth, nice men i'll giveth thee valorous and plenty representin' b-town in the house juni'r mafia, nimble-footed flav'r uh, uh, yeah, aight thee knoweth v'ry well who is't thou art alloweth not 'em holdeth thee down reacheth f'r the stars thee hadst a goal but not yond many 'cause thou art the only one i'll giveth thee valorous and plenty biggie smalls, t's all valorous, nice men juni'r mafia, t's all valorous, nice men lacking valor knave, t's all valorous, nice men t's all valorous yond's right, '94 and on and on, and on and on thee knoweth v'ry well who is't thou art alloweth not 'em holdeth thee down reacheth f'r the stars
Will you please upload a version of this without any instrument that sounds like it's being used to play the lyrics of the song? This is fantastic, more importantly! I would love to use this in my biopic of Ferdinand of Spain, a movie kind of like Sofia Coppola's "Marie Antoinette" but with Rococo/Baroque covers of hip-hop songs.
this is to all those who called the cops on me, when i was just trying to make some money to feed my daughter.... to all my peoples in the struggle!...
*"Girls hath used to diss me, now those gents writeth lett'rs because those gents misseth me"*
~ Sire Biggus 1494
omfg
lool
I'm fucking dead
BEST COMMENT POST OF THE YEAR!!!!! LMBO😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
Naurrr 💀💀😭😭
“Time to get killed, blow up like the thieves guild”
It shall be oath time, minth sense of accomplishmentary shall be of exploing reactionaries like those offeth't the gargantuan firings oath 'London in the date of 1666, A.D.
LMFAOO
Alas, this tune is dedicated
To all the teachers that proclaimed I'd never amount to nothing
To all the peasants that lived above the castles that I was selling goods in front of
Called the guards on me when I was merely attempting to acquire some shillings to feed my firstborn daughter
And all the knaves in the struggle
Dost thine understand what I'm sayin'?
This comment is EVERYTHING!!!🏆
It's all good lady lady.
*scholars
It twas all justh a dream
😂😂😂👏🏾👏🏾🔥🔥🔥
*"Thy song is dedicatedeth to thy tutors who hath said I amounted to nothing but rubbish"*
~Lord Chirstopher Wallace the 1st
a.k.a 'Father Majoris'
a.k.a 'Thy Notorious B.I.G'
Lol
Father Majoris, as he would be a priest who spoke latin, Major/Majoris means big in latin
This song is dedicaced for all the teatcher
Out yonder who doth said I shall only ever aspire to be a peasant
Thatcher
And all thy other ones who called thy kings and knights on me
@@horrendousharvey 😆🤣😂😆🤣😂😆🤣😂
It dedicated to all the nobles that told king poppa he'd never amount to anything
If thou be ignorant, now thou art enlightened,
peasant
*"I hath changed from thy common peasant, to meeting Lord Robin Leach"*
Twas all a midsummer's night's dream,
In bygone days I did devour folios,
Marlowe, Jonson found in a latrine.
Plastered scripture to my tavern wall,
Every day afore the sabbath, Willy Shakes
At the Globe, the players play 'til curtain call.
“Thou tremendously acknowledge
Who thou are
Restraint the peasants who grasp thou downwards
Extend for Galileo’s observations
Thou had a holy grail
Yet small in number
As thou are the sole one
I shall grant thou heaven and plenty more”
Twas but a dream!
I used to read of far-off themes.
Dandied bards, in their carts, who rode down the streets.
The tapestry 'pon the wall.
Each day of rest, they did jest, mingled in the mayor's hall.
I played my melodies until they noticed me.
Pipe weed and ducats doth now flow to me.
Twas years before. I'd just worn my best talbard to court. From a friend in Cork.
POV: it’s the 14th century and you’re entering the glorious land of Brooklyn ruled by their notorious and beloved king Biggie Smalls.
Nameday was the worst of days,
Now we imbibe Champaign when one is parched,
Bloody right we live the royal life,
And if thou was unaware now thou is in the know, knave
Idk why but this makes me recall Christmas when I was younger. Even though I never used to listen to this song at Christmas when I was a child.
The bells
Another one
Beedle you finna fuck around and drop a dope ass mixtape if you keep this up.
doit
I'd buy t
Playing chess and a bit of Pick-up-Sticks
When I was just a peasant I couldn't picture this
50" tapestry and a cow hide leather sofa
Got 2 rides, a horse and cart and a chauffeur.
lmao
😂😂😂🏆
Tis was all a dream, Thee use to read word up tomes as a teen
Miss Lady Salt and Pepa; Sir Heavy D in thy Horse-Careen
Hanging portraits on my wall
Every Saturday fools attack, Mr. Wizard, Merly Marl
Thee let my own Sitar rock 'til thy strings popped
smokin herbs in a pipe, sippin on some ale called private stock
Way back, whence thy hadst red and black tunic and sack
with thy hood to match
Remember thy Rappin Duke? Sitting outside thy Tavarn lucky Star
Thee never thought that dark speech wouldst taketh this far
Now Thee in thy limelight, cause thee rhymeth tight,
time to get paid, blow up thy thieve guild trade
Born Sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember whence thee used to eat sardines for dinner
Peaceth to Sir Ron G, Blacksmith Brucie B, and thy fool Kid Capri
Lord Funkmaster Flex, Stableboy Lovebug Starski
Thee Blowing up liketh thee thought thee wouldth
Call thy castle, same messenger, same neighborhood
tis all good (tis all good)
And if thee don't knoweth, now thee knoweth, peasant
Wow 👏🏾
the Anniversary of my birth did only bring the worst, countercurrent to present, my goblet runeth over with mead
I remember way back - when I had the red and black tunic - with the bonnet to match
Was waiting for this one thank you.
A true king walking among his peasant.
Rewarding them for a good harvest they created.
Thy Great Excalibur and The Holy Chalice
When I was but a peasant, such blessings were unfathomable
Superb Crescendo , Chapter of Genesis. When I was but a poor lad, I could not forseeth this!
My brother seriously just sang, "why the fck you lying" over this...
Super Nintendo Sega Genises when I was dead broke I could never picture THIS! What a master piece guys! Love what you do!
Even if this wasn't a medieval version this would be 10/10. Great job seriously
Lest we dare not eth forget eth the rapping duke...
I made the change from the common woods; to up close and personal with Robin Hood 😆
Underrated comment. 🤣👍
When you pass from levy to man at arms.
"Ser Francis Drake and Elizabeth I. up in the carriage, hanging carpets on my wall"
The 0 dislikes are from the FBI agents who didnt get there first
good wake-up sound for christmas morning.
Ok, so this one is definitely my favourite!
Pure art!
“Thine beat hitteth hard my lord.”
t wast all a dreameth i hath used to readeth w'rd up magazine
Thy shall read thy paper.
I'm getting addicted to these man.
I feel if Castle Anthrax had been playing this as their house music, they might’ve successfully lured Sir Galahad
"It twas all justh a dream"
No man what the actual hell beedle, I'm not joking, I just listened to Juicy 2 days ago man
But don't stop man, you're making bops
Let's set up a gathering in a field have a mad one with these tunes, bardcore fest
I’m keen, let the ale floweth
@@BeedleTheBardcore get it done👍🔥 everyone 👗 code proper job
This didn't come out in 1994, this came out in 1294
I've been waiting for this for so long.
*TWAS ALL A DREAMETH*
Sounds like a medieval version of Juicy Fruit by Mtume.
That’s what Biggie Sampled for Juicy ;)
@@nickjoy6389 he is being facetious, and they didnt even "sample" it... they wrote Mtume a check and he provided the instrumental
@@QR_Code the sample not the instrumental..
That's the sample for Biggie's juicy
@@QR_Code the beats are structured differently. It's not the direct instrumental
That's Sound so dope💯🔥💯🔥💯🔥💯 nothing more to say! maybe one thing:dont stop making those killer beats one love❤
DROP A GODDMAN CD ALREADY!!
I require this level of talent in the year of our lord 2021 - please give the world something amazing, we need it.
Jokes aside I love your work and I literally don't click on any other youtube notifications apart from yours, I do it religiously
I’m working on it! Your kind words hath warmed my cold heart. I thank you James!
@@BeedleTheBardcore Sincerely though I joke but I hope there's not too much pressure, I've seen that destroy too many good youtubers and I wish never to see yourself on that list, I, as well as many many others, are perfectly contented to just receive the blessings you bestow, I'd hate to hear you burn out.
Your the best Beedle
Simply the best! Thanks for that
so melodious 🎶
beautiful
This is fire 🔥
Nau-thoreaus Bige is a legend
Thou knowest thine self who thou art
"Watch grandma toot her flute"
My Fav
Using these tunes to write my Game of Thrones RP Characters and we are jammin! 🤣
This channel is amazing, baby baby! Thank you bro!
Next one must be 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted, i think. Please.
Thou forseath this fine tune in a Target Christmas commercial
It was all merely a figment of my imagination
'Twas naught but a dream
I can see bigge sitting on a throne
It was all thy dreameth, I useteth read thy Wordeth Up scripturezne 💞
this is epiiic !!
loveeeee these!
Thou song hath all thy jesters speaketh in medieval tongue m'lord 💀
Hail
I playeth this melody for all the tutors claimed yon mine destiny wou'd hath been meaningless
To all the folk whom once dwell'd in the houses which I stored goods in front of
And summoning the guards when all I did was endeavo'r to acquire some coins to feed mine starving kin
To all the pour folk yon dwell within the village
Does thou knoweth of what I speaketh ?
All is well
Super Nintendo. Sega Genesis. In the 12th century I was just an alchemist.
Yeah, this album is did dedicate
to all the teachest'rs yond toldeth me i'd nev'r amount to nothin'
to all the people yond hath lived above the buildings yond i wast hustlin' in front of
hath called the police on me at which hour i wast just tryin' to maketh some wage to feedeth mine own daught'r (it's all valorous)
and all the niggas in the struggle
thee knoweth what i'm sayin'? t's all valorous, baby baby
t wast all a dreameth, i hath used to readeth w'rd up! magazine
salt-n-pepa and heavy d up in the limousine
hangin' pictures on mine own mure
ev'ry saturday rap attacketh, mr. Charm, marley marl
i alloweth mine own tape rocketh 'til mine own tape popp'd
smokin' we'd in bambu, sippin' on private stock
way backeth, at which hour i hadst the r'd and black lumb'rjack
with the coxcomb to matcheth
rememb'r rappin' duke? duh-ha, duh-ha
thee nev'r bethought yond hip-hop wouldst taketh t this far
anon i'm in the limelight 'cause i rhymeth tight
timeth to receiveth hath paid, bloweth up liketh the w'rld tradeth
b'rn sinn'r, the opposite of a winn'r
rememb'r at which hour i hath used to consume sardines f'r dinn'r
peace to ron g, brucie b, peat capri
funkmast'r flex, lovebug starski
i'm blowin' up liketh thee bethought i wouldst
calleth the crib, same numb'r, same hood
t's all valorous (it's all valorous)
and if 't be true thee knoweth not, anon thee knoweth, nigga
thee knoweth v'ry well
who is't thou art
alloweth not 'em holdeth thee down
reacheth f'r the stars
thee hadst a goal
but not yond many
'cause thou art the only one
i'll giveth thee valorous and plenty
i madeth the changeth from a ingraft coystrill
to up closeth and p'rsonal with robin leach
and i'm far from vile
i smoketh brock with mine own peeps all day
did spread loveth, t's the brooklyn way
the moët and alizé keepeth me pissy
girls hath used to diss me
anon those gents writeth lett'rs 'cause those gents misseth me
i nev'r bethought t couldst befall, this rappin' stuffeth
i wast too hath used to packin' gats and stuffeth
anon honeys playeth me closeth liketh buttocks'r playeth toast
from the mississippi down to the east coast
condos in queens, indo f'r weeks
sold-out seats to heareth biggie smalls speaketh
livin' life without feareth
puttin' five karats in mine own baby wench's ear
lunches, brunches, int'rviews by the pool
consid'r'd a daw 'cause i did drop out of high school
st'reotypes of a black male misund'rstood
and t's still all valorous
and if 't be true thee knoweth not, anon thee knoweth, nigga
thee knoweth v'ry well
who is't thou art
alloweth not 'em holdeth thee down
reacheth f'r the stars
thee hadst a goal
but not yond many
'cause thou art the only one
i'll giveth thee valorous and plenty
sup'r nintendo, sega genesis
at which hour i wast dead hath broken, sir, i couldn't picture this
50-inch screen, money-green leath'r sofa
did get two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
phoneth bill about two g's champain
nay needeth to w'rry, mine own accountant handles yond
and mine own whole crew is loungin'
celebratin' ev'ry day, nay m're public housin'
thinkin' backeth on mine own one-room shack
anon mine own mother pimps a ac' with minks on h'r backeth
and the lady loves to showeth me off of course
smiles ev'ry timeth mine own visage is up in the source
we hath used to ado at which hour the landl'rd diss'd us
nay heateth, wond'r wherefore christmas did miss us
birthdays wast the w'rst days
anon we sipeth champagne at which hour we thirsty
uh, alas right, i liketh the life i liveth
'cause i wenteth from negative to positive
and t's all (it's all valorous, nigga)
and if 't be true thee knoweth not, anon thee knoweth, nigga
thee knoweth v'ry well
who is't thou art
alloweth not 'em holdeth thee down
and if 't be true thee knoweth not, anon thee knoweth, nigga
reacheth f'r the stars
thee hadst a goal
but not yond many
'cause thou art the only one
and if 't be true thee knoweth not, anon thee knoweth, nigga
i'll giveth thee valorous and plenty
representin' b-town in the house
juni'r mafia, nimble-footed flav'r
uh, uh, yeah, aight
thee knoweth v'ry well
who is't thou art
alloweth not 'em holdeth thee down
reacheth f'r the stars
thee hadst a goal
but not yond many
'cause thou art the only one
i'll giveth thee valorous and plenty
biggie smalls, t's all valorous, nigga
juni'r mafia, t's all valorous, nigga
lacking valor knave, t's all valorous, nigga
t's all valorous
yond's right, '1294
and on'th and on'th, and on'th and on'th
thee knoweth v'ry well
who is't thou art
alloweth not 'em holdeth thee down
reacheth f'r the star
Nice
Sick!
I can almost see Brooklyn as it might have looked like in the 1400’s …..(woods, fields, the higher ridges closer to Manhattan, various Indian tribes. The Dutch didn’t settle here until the 1630s….)
Remember the plague duke?
Har-har-har-har
We never believed we would maketh this far
Now I am in the west coast of the United States ,
The hour has come to get paid burn up like a witch at the steak
Its too good
This one gives me strong FE3H vibes for some reason
It was all a dream
Drink mead to this
I'd pay for an orchestra to perform this.... super nintendo sega genesis .... time travel ain't a thing when i mention this...
Tis was all an illusion
Glorious!
Biggy smalls! Biggy smalls! Biggy smalls!
Nice 🎼🤘
Thanks good track
best one LMFAOOO
It art thou a dream
By god 😦
Yes!
Hood took me under - Compton's Most Wanted
please pls plz!
Mobb Deep - Put Em' In Their Place
I am still hoping to get this one...
Yeah, this album is did dedicate
to all the teachest'rs yond toldeth me i'd nev'r amount to nothin'
to all the people yond hath lived above the buildings yond i wast hustlin' in front of
hath called the police on me at which hour i wast just tryin' to maketh some wage to feedeth mine own daught'r (it's all valorous)
and all the nice men in the struggle
thee knoweth what i'm sayin'? t's all valorous, baby baby
t wast all a dreameth, i hath used to readeth w'rd up! magazine
salt-n-pepa and heavy d up in the limousine
hangin' pictures on mine own mure
ev'ry saturday rap attacketh, mr. Charm, marley marl
i alloweth mine own tape rocketh 'til mine own tape popp'd
smokin' we'd in bambu, sippin' on private stock
way backeth, at which hour i hadst the r'd and black lumb'rjack
with the coxcomb to matcheth
rememb'r rappin' duke? duh-ha, duh-ha
thee nev'r bethought yond hip-hop wouldst taketh t this far
anon i'm in the limelight 'cause i rhymeth tight
timeth to receiveth hath paid, bloweth up liketh the w'rld tradeth
b'rn sinn'r, the opposite of a winn'r
rememb'r at which hour i hath used to consume sardines f'r dinn'r
peace to ron g, brucie b, peat capri
funkmast'r flex, lovebug starski
i'm blowin' up liketh thee bethought i wouldst
calleth the crib, same numb'r, same hood
t's all valorous (it's all valorous)
and if 't be true thee knoweth not, anon thee knoweth, nice men
thee knoweth v'ry well
who is't thou art
alloweth not 'em holdeth thee down
reacheth f'r the stars
thee hadst a goal
but not yond many
'cause thou art the only one
i'll giveth thee valorous and plenty
i madeth the changeth from a ingraft cut-purse
to up closeth and p'rsonal with robin leach
and i'm far from vile
i smoketh brock with mine own peeps all day
did spread loveth, t's the brooklyn way
the moët and alizé keepeth me pissy
girls hath used to diss me
anon those gents writeth lett'rs 'cause those gents misseth me
i nev'r bethought t couldst befall, this rappin' stuffeth
i wast too hath used to packin' gats and stuffeth
anon honeys playeth me closeth liketh buttocks'r playeth toast
from the mississippi down to the east coast
condos in queens, indo f'r weeks
sold-out seats to heareth biggie smalls speaketh
livin' life without feareth
puttin' five karats in mine own baby wench's ear
lunches, brunches, int'rviews by the pool
consid'r'd a daw 'cause i did drop out of high school
st'reotypes of a black male misund'rstood
and t's still all valorous
and if 't be true thee knoweth not, anon thee knoweth, nice men
thee knoweth v'ry well
who is't thou art
alloweth not 'em holdeth thee down
reacheth f'r the stars
thee hadst a goal
but not yond many
'cause thou art the only one
i'll giveth thee valorous and plenty
sup'r nintendo, sega genesis
at which hour i wast dead hath broken, sir, i couldn't picture this
50-inch screen, money-green leath'r sofa
did get two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
phoneth bill about two g's champain
nay needeth to w'rry, mine own accountant handles yond
and mine own whole crew is loungin'
celebratin' ev'ry day, nay m're public housin'
thinkin' backeth on mine own one-room shack
anon mine own mother pimps a ac' with minks on h'r backeth
and the lady loves to showeth me off of course
smiles ev'ry timeth mine own visage is up in the source
we hath used to ado at which hour the landl'rd diss'd us
nay heateth, wond'r wherefore christmas did miss us
birthdays wast the w'rst days
anon we sipeth champagne at which hour we thirsty
uh, alas right, i liketh the life i liveth
'cause i wenteth from negative to positive
and t's all (it's all valorous, nice men)
and if 't be true thee knoweth not, anon thee knoweth, nice men
thee knoweth v'ry well
who is't thou art
alloweth not 'em holdeth thee down
and if 't be true thee knoweth not, anon thee knoweth, nice men
reacheth f'r the stars
thee hadst a goal
but not yond many
'cause thou art the only one
and if 't be true thee knoweth not, anon thee knoweth, nice men
i'll giveth thee valorous and plenty
representin' b-town in the house
juni'r mafia, nimble-footed flav'r
uh, uh, yeah, aight
thee knoweth v'ry well
who is't thou art
alloweth not 'em holdeth thee down
reacheth f'r the stars
thee hadst a goal
but not yond many
'cause thou art the only one
i'll giveth thee valorous and plenty
biggie smalls, t's all valorous, nice men
juni'r mafia, t's all valorous, nice men
lacking valor knave, t's all valorous, nice men
t's all valorous
yond's right, '94
and on and on, and on and on
thee knoweth v'ry well
who is't thou art
alloweth not 'em holdeth thee down
reacheth f'r the stars
Notorious Thugs next.
Will you please upload a version of this without any instrument that sounds like it's being used to play the lyrics of the song? This is fantastic, more importantly! I would love to use this in my biopic of Ferdinand of Spain, a movie kind of like Sofia Coppola's "Marie Antoinette" but with Rococo/Baroque covers of hip-hop songs.
I legit was doing Mtume's version, but this is cute. 😎😎❤❤
this is to all those who called the cops on me, when i was just trying to make some money to feed my daughter.... to all my peoples in the struggle!...
any young thugs
Uff...
I still going to ask for the artist: Da Baby his song: BOP!
👌.
you gotta do some tokyo drift cover my guy
Can somebody comment the lyrics!!
Can you actually do Lil Yachty - Broccoli
Would sound 🔥
Damn yeah definitely
Please do I get around by 2pac
you don't have to do this but it would be interesting to see what venom- Eminem would sound like in the medieval times
The got songs of his already check the playlist!
Lets get one for Drug Ballad by Eminem