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Notorious B.I.G’s lyrics arranged in haiku form
Bashful Basho
On lifestyle and finances:
escargot, my car go
one sixty, swiftly
wreck it buy a new one
On childhood:
super nintendo, sega genesis
when I was dead broke
man I couldn’t picture this
On pre-courtship logistics:
girlfriend here’s a pen
call me round ten
have sex on rug that’s Persian
On post-courtship logistics:
leave you on the pavement
condo paid for
no car payment
On modest copulation:
so no caviar, uh uh
strictly sex that’s pretty
and left over spaghetti
On alpha male tendencies:
move over Lucifer
I’m more ruthless, huh
leave you toothless
On patricide:
daddy dearest
my vision be the clearest
silencers so you can’t hear it
On suicide:
squeeze until the bed’s
completely red, I’m glad I’m dead
worthless fuckin’ buddha head
On the afterlife:
no human being
korean or european
be seein’ what Big be seein’
With minor edits employed by this contributor, and don’t be trippin’ counting syllables nerds, christ.
[via wikipedia] On March 9, 1997, Christopher George Latore Wallace was killed by an unknown assailant in a drive-by shooting in Los Angeles. His double-disc set Life After Death, released 15 days later, hit #1 on the U.S. album charts and was certified Diamond in 2000 (one of only 4 hip hop albums to receive this certification). Wallace was noted for his “loose, easy flow,” dark semi-autobiographical lyrics and storytelling abilities. Since his death, a further two albums have been released. MTV ranked him at #3 on their list of The Greatest MCs (Rappers) of All Time. He has sold 17 million albums in the United States.
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no one understands the haiku.
Wallace is the Megavolt to 2pac’s Darkwing Duck.
More like Negaduck to his DW.
i like my version better.
Wouldn’t even be trippin’ if you’d called them low-Qs, or three-line sonnets, or Rushin’ novelists.
For some reason I read Biggie when you wrote 2pac. In other news, I won a Darkwing Duck trivia contest at age nine. The prize? A television. Thank you, Disney Afternoon.
Nice…
On not wanting to be disturbed:
who the fuck is this
pagin’ me at 5:46
in the morning
On self-image:
I’m dangerous, crazier
than a bag of
fucking angel dust
On the miracle of birth:
unbilical cord’s wrapped around
my neck, I’m seeing my death
and I ain’t even took my first step
Counting syllables when your writing a haiku in English is probably mad pointless.
And Jimmy Chen is gangster.
UPDATE: HAH! You’re! Yes.
Damn. I’m really fuckin’ it up today.
Genius.
A notch below Rod McKuen
you mean “you’re,” correct?
AND THE HAMMER STRIKES AGAIN, SOWING GRAMMATICAL DEATH AND WOE TO ALL THAT OPPOSES IT
Paraphrasing Public Enemy:
Who gives a fuck about a God damn grammar!
ON SEXUAL HEALTH:
got the cleanest mean-
est penis you never seen
this stroke of genius
way into this. good job. the first two especially. “wreck it buy a new one”
Thank you, Jimmy.
this is fantastic
damn, i enjoyed this, jimmy. particularly “on suicide.”
ON LOVE
you look so good
i suck on your daddy’s dick
i never felt that way in my life