BIG POPPA | Medieval Bardcore Version | The Notorious B.I.G.

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The Notorious B.I.G. - Big Poppa [Medieval Bardcore Version]
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Mine own medieval, fantasy orchestra presents Big Poppa for the enjoyment of knights, ladies and fine fellows of the realm.
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Original Song: “Big Poppa”
Original Artist: The Notorious B.I.G.
Writer: Christopher Jasper, Ernest Isley, Marvin Isley, O'Kelly Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Bernard Isley, The Notorious B.I.G.
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[YaBoyYeti]

Finally a hommage to the late Sir Christopher Wallace of Bedstuy

[noteosman]

I thoroughly enjoy it when thou refer to me as "Large Father".

[Garyee__]

When she calls you "My Lord" instead of saying "Daddy."

[glockschlimer]

Only 1590s boys will remember how lit those taverns were

[aadyasharma]

I’m pretty sure Juliet threw it back on Romeo when that song played

[ioseph]

“Alright y’all we takin’ it back to 1557 with this classic. Don’t turn that dial now.”

[aog]

Imagine how hard this would have went back in medieval times

[TheHalcyonShow]

One loves it when you call thy King Poppa.
Raise your goblets in the air, if you are a true heir.
One loves it when you call thy King Poppa.
If one has a dagger in your waist, please don't stir up the palace (Pray tell why?)
For one sees some maidens tonight,  That should be bearing my baby, baby (Lo)

[TATERxTOT]

When I become a history teacher I’m definitely playing this

[benm]

This unironically slaps so hard. It makes me feel like my family just waged war against an aging dynasty, and half of them died but our enemy fell and we who remain are rolling up to the palace and about to ascend to the throne and the palace staff have been instructed to prepare the most lavished feast and ball of all time in celebration

[Brenny]

RIP Biggie, died in a horseback shooting

[dani.phantm]

“Thou hast an arrow in thy pelt, please refrain from shooting up the banquet, for I have sighted some wenches who ought to bear me offspring.”

[rudyshipp]

"Big Poppa", which of course, samples the earlier hit "Betwixt thine Bed Linen" by the Brothers of St. Isley.

[oliverallen]

I adore when you address me as the “Grand Patriarch.”

[kuramakage]

PUT THY SWORDS IN THE AIRRR IF YOUR A TRUE SLAYER ! HUZAHHH !
🐉🗡

[jaredthecastro]

Lyrics:
(Lord Notorious): To all the wenches in the place, hath style and grace
permit me to lace these lyrical itches to thine britches
who doth move to make moves 'pon all the mommies
to the rear of the hall tasting the wine be where thine'd find me
the back of the hall clicking heels, mine fool behind me
mad, ball-passing, guests laughing, fanfair blasting
and I shall not quit until
one of these noblewomen gets mine meat whet-

Sleep with, never even think to (why not?)
lay with her 'fore marriage? I banish the thought-
( I pray thee)
i hath more coin than treasury can count
believe me harlot I have enough to buy the market
No need to be seedy, i have trade routes to China
Silk trades by the barrel, bathe so I'm sterile

Jump in mine carriage, not for marriage
Tell thine ward to take mine pack-donkey
I ordered Opium for three, (for)

I'm tickled, for they call me "Big Poppa"
toss thine hands to the sky, If you be like I
I'm tickled, for they call me "Big Poppa"
Kissing babies, dogs with rabies, child labor and scabies
I'm tickled, for they call me "Big Poppa"
Be there a bow upon thine back, keep thine bow string a-slack (why?)

As I spot some damsels tonight whod'st should be having mine first born
(first-born)

Pray thee harlot, I asketh
Most of these Paupers they have the black death
and bare no assets.
Who do they pull with childish phrase;
"Thou hath ankles for days"?
Beset by the malaise, I break forth with no delays
to ask of you your favorite things
Whom thou came with
what fills you with glee?
Care to leave with me?
Are you staying for act three?
You should summon yours, I can summon mine
We can taste fine wines in mine garden 'round nine

Plots to leave

Toss abandon to the seas
Call the driver round
Drink this wine, so fine, down
So we may blunder to hall of fine dining
of which we'd plunder;
A farm fresh steak, import cheese, and pre-peeled grapes
Make small talk for a time
For in some time you will find
what you came to find
Coitis come to mind? (Aye)

Neglected meal as we resign to my lodging
The flames of passion interlink
looks like it's time for your flogging

I'm tickled, for they call me "Big Poppa"
toss thine hands to the sky, If you be like I
I'm tickled, for they call me "Big Poppa"
Kissing babies, dogs with rabies, child labor and scabies
I'm tickled, for they call me "Big Poppa"
Be there a bow upon thine back, keep thine bow string a-slack (why?)

As I spot some damsels tonight whod'st should be having mine first born
(first-born)

(How art Thou Lord of York?)
With Land and with wenches
Spending gold all the while
Treasury grows endless

Stupendous cream
Begone thoughts of poverty
Draw mine flintlock
Mine wenches keep it clean

Slaying foes
Trading Rye for stacks of gold
Duckets, Whores, and bows
All that I care for

More worldly treasures
more pleasure
When shall I tire of it? Never
I love the life of leisure

But pray thee time is of the essence
disregard the peasants
Whip the Landau
I will take your hand now

(Diddy The Fool): "Hear this M'lady,
Gather thine posse and rend them amongst mine own
As to make ourselves familiar with one another (Ha!)
Bollocks, this could be our ritual for many moons.
Does that tickle you M'lady?
I deduced as much, Lo, let us carry on then!"

I'm tickled, for they call me "Big Poppa"
toss thine hands to the sky, If you be like I
I'm tickled, for they call me "Big Poppa"
Kissing babies, dogs with rabies, child labor and scabies
I'm tickled, for they call me "Big Poppa"
Be there a bow upon thine back, keep thine bow string a-slack (why?)

As I spot some damsels tonight whod'st should be having mine first born
(first-born)




(A bards work is never done it seems thank you for your patience and all of the kind comments these really make my day <3 )

[McGangsta]

‘Tis appealing when thou exclaims “Large Father!” Lift thine hands above thine head if thou art a true philanderer.

[maleekhawkins]

Sounds like the soundtrack to one of the best MMORPG’s ever made

[magicka]

The large room echo just pulls this whole thing together. Really solid job

[joshhub]

Ah yes, Infamous Large - Massive Father