I am a metal head. I play the guitar very frequently, im in a rudamentary band, and I hate rap music. With one exception. Biggie Smalls. The only rap I havent instantly turned off or vomited upon hearing, is Biggie. His husky voice and his flow are just crazy good. You just have to respect anyone that can rhyme like he can. He is different from the modern rap which mostly consists of PUSSY Drugs Pussy drugs and more pussy. His rap is actual real stories of his thug lifestyle. Songs like Somebodys Got To Die tell of his friends being shot and his anger and retaliation. Other songs like Warning are about thugs trying to "stick him for his paper". Hands down he is the greatest MC of all time. In honor of him I decided to translate one of his raps into white-english. Here is the Rap, In kickass black rapping.
Who is this person who is paging me so early in the morning, its the crack of dawn, and im yawning, I whipe the sleep out of my eyes. Who might it be that is paging me and what do they want. Its my friend Pop from the barbershop. He told me he was at the casino and heard the intricate plot of some people who want to kill me, woah buddy please calm down so i can follow you. Ok, The people from brownsville that you used to gamble with and smoke marajuana with told me that you were going to be attack for your money by people who you used to rob people with, when you were only making small ammounts of money. They heard you were rich now and want to kill you for your money. Thanks for warning me, i have a mac, tell me what i am supposed to do. Chorus *Oh darn it, these guys want to kill me for my money* repeated 3 times.
Who the fuck is this?pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawninnow I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eyesee who's this pagin me and why..It's my nigga Pop from the barbershoptold me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plotsome people wanna stick you like fly paper neighbourslow down love please chill drop the caperremember them kidz from the hill up in Brownsvillethat you rolled dice witsmoked the blunts and got nice wityeah my little Fame up in Prospectnah dem my people nah love wouldn't disrespectI didn't say dem,they schooled me to some niggasthat you knew from back when,when you was clockin minor figuresNow they heard you blowin up like nitroknow they wanna stick the knifethrough your windpipe slow..so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin youyou got the mac Biggietell me what you wanna do...[CHORUS]Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers
thanks for reading.
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