Biggie Or Tupac

Write 1 or 2 creative poem/ poems telling me why you like Biggie OR Tupac and why.
A special shout out to all you Rappers on Dup come bring the noise!

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INSPIRATION TUNES.
Biggie https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEaPDNgUPLE
Tupac https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YqJAnQTwmJs


Biggie was a rapper
Tupac was a poet
I like both but if imma choose, I'm going with Biggie all the way,
it's a NY thing!


Title your poem
Please go hard if possible...
up to 2 poems per writer
one is fine too.
ANY STYLE POETRY
PROSE
OR FREE STYLE
No word cap restrictions
No collabs
Two week good luck

Get dead or die tryin'

Its thug life
gold chains
and diomand rings

big cars and bitches

and death row
accumulate ritches
with Judas kisses

Biggie had the tone
smooth and low
but he was a thug
as you know

guns got no place in music

2pac  was good
champion of the hood
black panther
in his blood

still a thug

to summarize
you gotto realize the damage
they both done
to everyone who idols them

kids in the hood

2packin' semis
or Biggie-matics


rap used to be about change
Sugar hill
'til it fell to thug life

now its a machine
cha ching cha ching
*bang bang*

"next"  




..I can take this down if you like. its not exactly what you asked for

.I liked Biggie better.

Hello No I love this Lepp Thank you for the jump start!
Of course you know u can submit another if it strikes you ")
Good luck !
^5 Biggie ")

Zazzles, here's an entry.  And I echo Craic as it may not be what you're asking.  I'll submit a second piece later.


back in the day      (B.I.G./Tupac ode)

it was back in the day  
when hip-hop had meanin'  
no demeanin'  
or who's fuckin'  
schemin'  
 
   
it was back in the day  
when Tupac  
had the west coast  
had california dreamin'  
had the hoochies screamin'  
 
 
it was back in the day  
when B.I.G.  
had the east coast  
and all the (brooklyn) ladies  
who should be havin'  
his baby. . .baby  
 
 
it was back in the day  
when it was all about  
the paper, Moet Chandon  
Dom Perignon,    
Rolex & Benz's,  
gangsters & party & bullshit,  
not havin' what not or  
pullin' gats & glocks  
blastin' B.I.G.  
and shootin' Tupac,  
dividin' one nation  
in two.  
 
 
Bad  
   Boy.  
 
 
Death  
       row.  
 
 
would these brothas know, now  
 
 
that back in the day, then  
still haunts us -  
today?



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White Chick Rap


I don’t get it,
Ok, I said it
“Tupac” ain’t no name
It’s half-assed and lame
“Tupac” for vacation
At the train station,
Is what comes to mind
When I’m makin’ this rhyme.

Biggie ain’t small
He don’t fit down the hall;
It’s an oxymoron
Put some clean clothes on
Git ‘yo hand outta ‘yo crotch
I don’t need ‘ta watch.
Don’t care that ‘yo black—
Quit showin’ ‘yo crack

Quit flippin’ dem birds
Makes you look like some turds
Use ‘yo fingas instead
While usin’ ‘yo heads
To pull up ‘yo friggin’ pants—
This ain’t no strip dance
While ‘yo boom, boom box
So loud that it shocks.

Yeah, das right, fukkas
This white chick’s a mutha
And I gone just mention
I’ll give ‘ya detention
If ‘ya don’t smarten up
‘fore another coffin get shut
And da bullets fly wild
On more innocent childs.

Tupac or Biggie?

Here is the deal...
Neither one ain no choice..
One a career criminal....
The other just a decent voice..
Tupac was fun mellow groove..
Lyrically and yes, physically Smoooothe..
Biggie, at least used his drug money
To further his daughters education...
A great story teller, but fucked ova his bread n butta relations..
Tupac signed autographs on a street
corner during the Fucking LA riots?
Biggie Smalls..AKA..Notorious B I G....
Off the top of my head..can't pull one rhyme of his outta memory..

Great rap should be remembered word for word..
Pulled outta your head or your ass at the drop of a turd...

Me..I grew up when rap was real, hard,
And fun filthy fuckin sleazy..

Ya'll mutha fuckas know who I'm talkin bout..,
Yeeeeuuuugh...
Yell it!!. Who you want?
"We want Easy! "
Who? Say it..say it..
"Easy!"
Boys in tha hood are always hard!
You ain hearin nuthin like that from Tupac the pretty boy rappa turn Janet Jackson co-star..
Dr Dre dropped drum beats and I dropped my panties with him to his sick ass, ass shakin rhythm..

While Ice Cube grabbed critical acclaim with insane lyrics that had the whole world in hate or in love with him!
I mean Snoop f in dawg called him the best ever...
Tupac..good..just prettier than he was clever..
And Biggie?  RIP...
But the dude was an egomaniacal beast...

Straight outta Compton
Was the straight up shit in my day....

Fuck punks like Tupac and Biggie...

I roll N.W.A.


(Just what i grew up.with..not seriously critical of anyones preferences..doin what da boys did...)

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Mb1ZvUDvLDY

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XW--IGAfeas

My favorite Tupac tracks ... Tributes to women of color who raise sons in a world not designed for them ...

Cotton Grows in Harlem

He whispered in her ear
through the storm
keep ya head up
five decades before he was born.

She suckled on the taste of her own sweat
in the white fields of Carolina's sun.
Her hands leathered from the cake of her blood
baked dry and hard until sundown comes.

Church taught girl pickin' already at nine
Lookin' for a brighter day one row at a time
Listen for the words Tupac will sing in perfect rhyme
Lovin' your black sons and daughters is no crime

A decade later I suckled to her
Just another poor black country gal
who couldn't afford to keep her baby
so I was sent away for a lil' while.

She tired to sow a home with love in her heart
Her boy and girl with welfare to help 'em start
Damned her man cause he couldn't do his part
But never let another be called Daddy
cause he was her heart

Church taught girl pickin' already at nine
Lookin' for a brighter day one row at a time
Listen for the words Tupac will sing in perfect rhyme
Lovin' your black sons and daughters is no crime

Her babies' babies are taught Tupac's song
The color of your skin will never be wrong
Nine pieces of sheepskin earned by the four
Use your mind not pity to kick in that door

He whispered in her ear
through the storm
keep ya head up
five decades before he was born.

Church taught girl pickin' already at nine
Lookin' for a brighter day one row at a time
Listen for the words Tupac will sing in perfect rhyme
Lovin' your black sons and daughters is no crime

LobodeSanPedro said:I gotta see what I can cook up for both sides ... Dear Mama is a personal favorite.

Lsp,
Actually I almost picked that song for Tupac, you know for the inspirational song.
Looking forward to what you come up with.

Thanks for participating, interesting submission Madame
Good luck!

Devlin,
Nice to see you in this comp!
Thanks for  participating looking forward to your second submission. Good luck!

A trilogy - Biggie style - inspired by JUICY

Son Rise over Brooklyn

Jack left 'em quackin'
with a lead off third
Got the pitcher shakin'
Cause the haters heard

Dem Brooklyn Bums
Rat tat tat tat
Mowin' down Bronx Bombers
with a long brown gat

His Story is Our story
Watch this Brooklyn Son
Rise in all its' Glory
Bringin' the truth
To my pain and his fury

Mike was a hardcore stick up kid
True enforcer back in the day
Caught juvey time for what he did
Mom's a dope fiend is all he'd say

Learned the game by skippin' rope
Learned the sweet science to find hope
Stepped from the shadows of slingin dope
Iron Mike's right hook was no joke

His Story is Our story
Watch this Brooklyn Son
Rise in all its' Glory
Bringin' the truth
To my pain and his fury

Just another dope boy pushin'
On the dark side of Brooklyn
Usin' dirty money as a cushion
So this son can rise over Brooklyn

Flow sicker than ghetto water and heat
Rappin ' bout blunts and broads to a beat
Lettin' his flowetry take control of the street
Big Poppa drips on the haters' sheets

His Story is Our story
Watch this Brooklyn Son
Rise in all its' Glory
Bringin' the truth
To my pain and his fury



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Rap's Bogeyman

Biggie was the king, everyone else were siblings. Tupac was a rapper-don
but compared to Big he was short like leprechauns, thugs on mics said the
world while Johnny Cash kept killing people on stage. Such a phenomenon
on any day of the week including Ramadan tote iron for any rapper wannabe
staying low keep firing while rivals kept saying his name in an effort to stay foes.
The grip on rap since he came out with Juicy, you should know his steelo mo doe
orgies with hoes. Settle any beef, he was delicate with it but ruthless with his
microphone. He had his own clicks taking trips to Cairo. The king of New York
vigilante sparrow no go if you try to diss no sparing those that talk out of line to the
professionals. Big Poppa gave no chances to those trying to make a name from his
advances, California love but late to let the world know. Born and raised in Los Angeles
I listened to the disrespectful views towards New York and Biggie Smalls but I always
knew The Notorious was gifted with the pen hence when men couldn't recognize a gem
the streets law men came to lynch. Spin that off he's now the bogeyman weatherman
rapper hanger all admired diagram of pure talent. Who rang?
The world isn't scared of a hologram.

LobodeSanPedro said:rough draft ... I'm experimenting ...  Trying a trilogy - Biggie style

Son Rise over Brooklyn

Jack left 'em quackin'
with a lead off third
Got the pitcher shakin'
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Dem Brooklyn Bums
Rat tat tat tat
Mowin down Bronx Bombers
with a long brown gat






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Kk Lsp

Ianooz
Fantastic poem you have here
I thoroughly enjoyed it you nailed it on the mark. Good luck!

LobodeSanPedro said:https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Mb1ZvUDvLDY

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XW--IGAfeas

My favorite Tupac tracks ... Tributes to women of color who raise sons in a world not designed for them
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rough draft ... I'm scratching out the layers out here for the time being ...

He whispered in her ear
through the storm
keep ya head up
five decades before he was born.

She suckled on the taste of her own sweat
in the white fields of Carolina's sun.
Her hands leathered from the cake of her blood
baked dry and hard until sundown comes.

She's a church taught girl pickin' already at nine
Looking for a brighter day one row at a time
Listen for the words Tupac will sing in perfect rhyme
Loving your black sons and daughters is no crime

A decade later I suckled to her
Just another poor black country gal
who couldn't afford to keep her baby
so I was sent away for a lil' while.

She tired to sow a home with love in her heart
Baby boy then the girl and welfare to help 'em start
Damned was her man cause he couldn't do his part

She's a church taught girl pickin' already at nine
Looking for a brighter day one row at a time
Listen for the words Tupac will sing in perfect rhyme
Loving your black sons and daughters is no crime






...

Dear Mama
I know there were days I made you cry.

I know there were days I made you ask

Why?

Wow LSP,
I love this I just saw it you really got fucking chops!
Good luck!