"biggie" poems
I love it when I notice others
using the same vocabulary
or phrases as me
And while my mouth may remain
a straight line
in efforts to portray indifference,
my heart is smiling
from beat to beat
because it means that
you held me so close
that a bit of who I am
rubbed off onto you
It makes me feel as though
I’ll always be a little part of you,
disguised by letters,
unnoticeable to anyone else
But I see it (I see bits of me in you)
I’m still with you,
and I wonder if you can see it, too.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
Malcom was fed 16 bullets because of his. A slug kissed the jaw of King Jr. and silenced him forever. Gandhi shriveled like snakeskin. Joan of Arc became Joan of Ash- so you can understand why Melle Mel was jittery scribbling it all down, on a napkin, at Lucy's Noodle Shop in Harlem. Sweat poured into his green tea. He thought Jesus hanging from the dull wood. Heard about the poet Lorca under an olive tree, shot in the back. Everyone has felt this way through, he thought, never could he have imagined what would happen when he pressed his thumbprint into vinyl. Hip-Hop was still a tadpole. The DJ had just learned to scratch a record and make sounds no ear had never conjugated. How was he to know Tupac and Biggie would follow his lead and get plugged with lead? So he wrote it down, in big curling letters, emphatic: DON'T PUSH ME
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
People are disgusting,
They'll hurt you in
meanest possible ways.
They'll misunderstand you,
judge you!
People are disgusting,
Don't talk to them much,
Just keep it in optimum touch.
They'll treat you like a ****
If they make a mistake it's no Biggie,
If you commit then it's a major felony.
I choose Netflix instead,
It does Judge my interest,
Shows me the best watchable result,
Better are the characters and stories
Than fake people and their hollow lies,
I choose Netflix
for my 'Me' time,
To avoid fake friends and their self centered
conversation,
Except these characters and stories ain't real like people,
To wipe my tears and hug me when em alone,
But
They ain't gonna hurt me either.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
I swear these days the kids think they can rap
With their #swag and their #yolo and snapback caps.
But I'd like to show them what RAP means in this country
I'll spell it out: RHYTHMIC AMERICAN POETRY.
Without your stanzas and word composition
you're just another rapper with an arrogant disposition.
Without a positive message and a humble demeanor
you've got negativity causing the children to get meaner.
You blast the bass and you spit your rhymes
you claim that the haters, "they be lying."
But you fail to see that at the heart of it all
you're more like Lil' Wayne than Biggie Smalls.
I'm truly sorry if you get offended by this rant,
but first thing's first;
Pull up your pants...
Aug 29, 2012
Aug 29, 2012 at 12:13 AM UTC
If God is the book then life would be the pages in him,
for us to study and turn to each new page of her.
There is so much paper here, but no place to start a fire.
A fire of words and dreams to chase.
Will you run with me, with feet wide awake?
Please do, and I won't be scared to bleed for you
when the time comes.
These words I have don't dream lifeless
or die in corral conversation or in a helpless blind study.
I will help you see it is in fact that God's home is make-believe
with no welcome mat to greet you. Maybe God never
learned to let bygones just be gone.
Maybe this is why you have never seen the glorious
Matriarch or heard her voice, but I bet it sounds
a lot like the space between a gunshot and a black
male's body hit by the bullet right before the screams.
Did you know this is what black feels like?
These pages feel like an eighth-grade suicide poem
written because it is solely triggered by life, and
since life is so freaking triggering and our only
real competition, then I will write words that are
weapons. I will write real-life pages of myself,
that is more jazz than blues, more biggie than Pac
more Prince than Michael. I will write myself out
this padded room call earth, because after all heroes
can dream too, and our thirst can become hunger and quickly
I learned to eat my own words and breathe in endless
possibility in a world where breathing is no longer a privilege
Just a means to be necessary.
Jesus! I got a life with no religion and still, I manage to turn
doubt into rhinestones right along with these pages
of myself. I will turn page after page as if I were Jesus turning the other cheek, and like Jesus, I can take all my
dislikes and burdens and turn the into sunsets. I will teach
my pain to laugh. Ignorance is not bliss, it is kind. It teaches
us to look deep inside of ourselves to see the word of God,
and I have seen it, I have seen I am half human and half star
and my DNA is all angelic. God wrote his first poem in blood right here on Earth. Her pen never felt writer's block. He never suffered inside the ink. Do you know the difference between God and everyone else? She never starts emotional fires to burn pages of himself and herself as we do.
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC
I'm ridin' down in my old school Chevy (yeah)
Owh, she can get it.. (Mhm)
Bad little shawty,
So thick and pretty,
Girl come sit with me,
Ride out and see the city,
Let the lights hypnotize ya
It ain't no biggie, (word)
I'm young man searching,
Looking for a queen
A woman who takes full control
Both in and out the sheets
**Now babe let's ride till they dim the city lights,
I'm not lookin for a right now,
I'm lookin for a wife
The kind that holds me down
And picks it up slow
So if you down, come around
Baby girl let me knowwww**
*Queen of hearts, Queen of hearts
Tryna play my cards right
Queen of hearts, Queen of hearts
Can I hold you down tonight?
Queen of hearts, Queen of hearts
A one of a kind in this deck
My Queen of hearts, yes
Can you put my heart in check?*
Now I'm sweatin and shakin
Tryna see if she's bluffing,
Am I just another dealer?
Just another man cuffin?
Does this card mean nothing?
So why do I play it so close to my heart?
Is this the moment that I reshuffle? Redo the deck and restart?
Man this the hardest part,
Imma take my odds
Gamble on her smile,
Bid on this work of art,
Cause love is a game,
You only win if you play
So I ask this Queen of hearts
"Baby is this my lucky day?"
**Now babe let's ride till they dim the city lights,
I'm not lookin for a right now,
I'm lookin for a wife
The kind that holds me down
And picks it up slow
So if you down, come around
Baby girl let me knowwww**
*Queen of hearts, Queen of hearts
Tryna play my cards right
Queen of hearts, Queen of hearts
Can I hold you down tonight?
Queen of hearts, Queen of hearts
A one of a kind in this deck
My Queen of hearts, yes
Can you put my heart in check?*
Layin on the beach,
It's me and my Queen
Whispering sweet nothings in her ear
And she gently kisses my cheek,
Then she climbs on top of me
As we watched the sunset
This was more than two loves
This was more than just ***
It was passion from the ocean
And the heat from the sun
It was crazy, stupid, love
It was a blessing up above
It's feet deep in the sand
Till we both walked hand in hand
She was my only Queen of hearts
And I was her loyal kingsman.
*My Queen of hearts, yeah...
Oh, oh. Oh yeah
My Queen of hearts yeah...
Oh, oh, ohh
She's simply one of a kind
My Queen of hearts....
Oh, tell me will you be mine?*
(Singing fades out)
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
Break it down, move it to the rhythm
Watch me spit a slick verse as the bass captivates the women.
*Lets sip away the problems like "f@$k it let's forget em!"
Drinkin with all my enemies like "f@$k it, I forgive em!"*
I'm back....
Let the haters just hate
We to busy writing our story on how too become great!
As the stars become my vision and the money on my mind
*More money, mo problems
That's a simple biggie line*
Growing up doing fine, passion fulfills his insides
Follow him on this journey
promise it'll all come in time!
Motivation in his eyes, dark glasses, blurred lines...you can't cool down his fire! He's heating up! Watch him as he rise!
#RISE
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC
She ain't never **** a black boi but she use the word *****
And Her blk home girls give her the encouragement to pull that trigger
Born in the hills but addicted to the hood
I'm her curse and blessing man this ***** is always up to no good
Blue eye devil who love the dark skin
She said she never had it so deep when a ***** went in
She drive listen to legends biggie hov and Rudeboi
She told me she was looking for her pleaser stick so I just nibble her like a chew toi
Snap backs and Jordan's She's a ***** for retail
She got that white girl syndrome but cursed by the black details
Hello to the west end she went and add her best friend
Slave to the lifestyle but she know she will never fit in
Banded by color but my girl went ratchet
When she Confirm the fair-tale of food stamps and welfare Status
Racist antics but she defer the approach
Cuz her white friends can't understand what her blk friends don't
Family of mix feelings her dad told her no
Mama said be your self and get to know the unknown
I give her the face of a sign that saids do not enter
Becuz what you think you wanna no is better if you won't remember
But in the false claim we built into better bitter lovers
So lesson is always learn never judge a book by its cover
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 1:10 AM UTC
hey hey hey
hey humos done
an a
hey biggie jiggie
an the bulgine run
now here sits me
on me broken knees
singin
"hey biggie jiggie
an the bulgine run"
--------------
when they called out the names
in the ole town square
and we looked so proud
though we all were scared
but we weren't ones to jes walk away
even from a war had no reason
------
hey hey hey
hey humos done
an a
hey biggie jiggie
an the bulgine run
now here sits me
on me broken knees
singin
"hey biggie jiggie
an the bulgine run"
--------------
years have come
and then did go
pain last long
an healin is slow
i always remembeer
those few years a youth
that they stole
from me so easily
---------
now i don't blame anyone but
me
the hero of my own ****** dream
instead of raisin a family
i try best i can
jes to walk the street----
--------
hey hey hey
hey humos done
an a
hey biggie jiggie
an the bulgine run
now here sits me
an me broken knees
singin
"hey biggie jiggie
an the bulgine run"
--------------
Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 4:20 PM UTC
Can my soul mate come swooping
into my life
Around my early twenties?
Serenade me with Ed Sheeran songs
And kiss my knuckles.
Become familiar with my brown slopes.
Nod his head to Biggie & Cole with me.
Eat me with the tongue game
Only a poet could have.
Put a glistening rock on my left hand
Before I'm thirty?
Could he tuck in our perfect jewels & read them
A bedtime story
Before enticing me with **** and sweet tea
Then ******* me to sleep?
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
So I wrote a Notorious word to the Crook King
of Brooklyn who wrote the street book
Based on how the street he took
with feet quite fleet.
You know his spirit i did meet,
first last year on bicycle day
A tab of acid found its way
on my tongue it lay,
in the bathroom mirror I was prone to say,
"Biggie Smalls, Biggie Smalls, Biggie Smalls" and my heart did in fear fall,
Thought to myself
"I swear I hear a glock click near my left ear" so I got the hell out of there.
The second time was a bit more fair,
the air of a fellow player, yao slanger,
beat banger, he spat a 16 bar prayer
of how he was an unknowing player
In His plan a silent hand of hope
for all the ****** that are broke.
That the Sky is the limit,
only make moves when your heart's in it,
then you are guaranteed to win it.
Ain't no sin against it,
**** the world don't ask it for ****
that's word to BIG
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
*eyeball too big
or
dream too big?*
That **** alice-door is too tiny
Just enough to peep through
One mere eyeball
And espy the jolly life of dreams
Yet barely enough for a hand to reach through
let alone fingertips to taste …
Cruelty is…midday heart-brake too big
Reality makes sure to stick it in deep
Its harsh voice stoking…stoking
Gleeful gives the dreamer an artful kick
*maybe moment has dawned
to reduce that ambitious dream-reel
perhaps too big…on the teasing life-wheel
oh, drat! no biggie…
may well just trash every heart’s desire
let go of hope and let drown*
*no…forget it, Fate
I shan’t, no.
come…..
come onnnnnnnnnnnn, then….!
hey, come and drag me by my ****** heels
with my face in the gutter!*
(I am WAITING...)
S T, 15 August 2013
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 6:33 AM UTC
They going to hear rhymes they never heard before
It will come as a rap beat, right down to Biggie and Tupac
So slick and ********
I am the rebirth
I am like an angel that walks the earth
I revolutionized
I am the element of surprise
Read my script like an animation on paper
For this new millennium
I plan to start the New Year
As a fresh poet and poetical rapper
With a little more style and more grammar
So don’t mistake me for those wannabees
I will work my *** off to fulfill my destiny
I will never sell my soul
To achieve the worlds gold and vanity
But I stay true and conscious
Because I know I am precious
With Christ I grow old
I am black and bold
My rhymes are a combination of words and grammar
A few misfits, an editor would penalized
But when you check my style
A gift you just can’t deny
I don’t beg for recognition
I don’t kiss ***** to gain fame or do self proclamation
I am the phantom that will earn my respect
In print my name is engraved
My path is paved, many are called
But only a few is chosen by God
Against all the odd
Connect my analogy
I am a poetical Genius
My lyrics are like a composed orchestrated
Musical rhapsody
Call me prodigy
I am the rebirth of Modern Rhymery.
All rights Reserved.
Christena AV Williams
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
ashy shins sit above worn nikes
pedaling slowly, back and forth,
back and forth, as she calls out,
"hola," again and again to the
little boy who lives next door
she's waiting, and sitting still
isn't what she's about, so she
pedals, back and forth, back
and forth, back and forth
wide grins reveal missing teeth,
worn out tanktop bares prison
tattoos scratched into sagging
skin, i bet she was beautiful once,
but all that's left is a carcass now
she stops to light a menthol,
and adjust her head scarf, then
she's at it again, back and forth,
back and forth, back and forth
hummer pulls up with the rims
spinning, blasting biggie like
they just got free, front door opens
an inch, rolex hand reaches out
to give our girl the goods
nothing to go back and forth
for now, crack in hand, lips
wet from licking, she rides away
almost as high as she'll be
once she hits that rock
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 2:30 PM UTC
We eat shawarma and we share da pizza
afterwards partying, never alone on dat gig
meet a *** just to bang her wit my homez
me salutin' to carlos, yep, it's like dat:
he be spending some time behind bars now
ain't no biggie, we rely on da boyz
neva had nuttin' but now we fuckin' top-modelz
as maxwell argued: "open your mouth, i'm gonna ***
watch, how we double our profitz...
da hottest gang under da sun
once bonez said:" man, we be stars quite soon!"
and each memba represented his part
he told me: "sit down and write barz"
cause dem gangsterrappaz mostly be phony
we no lelleks, i got men behind me
187 street gang, sampler number four
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 10:00 AM UTC
A universal force leading you to the crossroads
To sell your soul and finally live within potential
Or pass it by, blinking lashes
blocking dust and truth
It takes three things and only those three
Everything else is fluff
You gotta be ugly - you gotta be blind
Can't see or fathom the linear substance
The concrete holding, your bricks in the wall
Either in a literal sense or on the inside
Prominent features surpassing character
hard to look at but don't you worry
You gotta be blind
so it's no concern to you.
Next you gotta depart with your core
Strip away hope,
a skinning between body and soul
No longer will it be yours but if you're lucky,
you may get to keep it through layaway
There's always a price though, hidden fees
Steep, unsubtle , a fat moon face hiding behind a child's mask
I wonder though, was it really ours, this soul, to begin with?
To sell?
Self entitlement lingers second thoughts
That's the biggie though. Ultimate collateral, this soul you carry.
Finally, I'll only touch the tip.
Driving, animal instincts seeking warm comfort
You gotta answer to a new title,
a southern anatomy most of of the species glorifies.
it dominates in a protruding and brute external hang
A tangent but have we considered this tender piece to be the answer to vulnerability
instead of historically jarred ********** of wit
and wealth?
That's all it takes, folks. At that fateful railing
Get used to hot, sticky and sweet breath
Always chasing, caressing the back of your neck.
The void in the center where you had it
The soul you had
before you sold it.
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
We don't have to like it
but sometimes life gets in the way
sneaks up and overtakes us
interferes with our day
We may not get the time we want
because life gets in the way
its just the way it is sometimes
it's no biggie, its okay
Perhaps one day there'll come a time
when life cant get in the way
because life is what we'll have together
each and every day
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 6:31 PM UTC
No biggie
I'm just another one
Who writes sad poems
Who complains
Who rages
Who cries
Who buries everything
Inside
Who hides
Behind a false front
Who has a dark side
Who has monsters they can't
Control
Who has dark secrets
Who has attitude problems
Who has many sides
Who gets jealous
Who watches silently
Or not so quietly
Who messes up
Who isn't punctual
Who claims to keep their word
But someway or another
Breaks them
Even if only for
A while
Oh isn't everybody
This is getting so
Cliché
So don't mind me
I'm just another one
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 5:42 AM UTC
Folder: DEDICATIONS With Love or Otherwise.
when good friends recede,
they try to erase all evidence of the connection.
why?
who knows.
people outgrow eachother all the time.
no hard feelings.
no biggie.
the dragon was slayed
were safe for now.
I guess I'll see you again
the next time we need to band together
in the mean time erase the traces
forgiveness lives only for the betrayal
till then.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 5:13 AM UTC
I got the spoon of doom that I"ll smack you in the face with. **** pig, I ****** you up. You need a facelift.
Drift into another lane, cause I'm wasted. You can **** on my metaphorical sausage. Taste it!
Take that stick out of your *** and embrace it lass.
I'll smoke grass and drive like glass with expired tags. I'll snap an I-phone from my dashboard, to your face, while you crash. Score!
My dashing face will smile, all the while your life is flashing. Smashing!
No biggie. Take that piggy!
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
"c'mon! i dare you," i repeat more tauntingly than the last
and pull the trigger, he did.
the gasp i let out echoed.
he couldn't have intended on killing me, right?
that was just to make me suffer a little..
he knew how many bullets there were, right?
"right. there. i just made you suffer a little."
no biggie
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
I'm Runnin Jews like Lil Dicky
Run the Jewels, and Ricky
With soso flow of Biggie
Ever since I quit the ciggie
Livin life straight propper
Givin props to Big Poppa
I'm off the spliffs and poppas
Writin riffs for beats that drop ya
Lingerie ladies who have
Curved bodies tight Mercedes
Hot as Hades 420 degrees
Just hot enough to chrisp my cheese
Torchin these trees
Straight from Belieze
Blowin Bolivian keys up they ***
As their friends ends they pass
None of y'all thought this Jew could last
Two days past your last meal
Didn't really know how to feel
Cause I ****** you so raw
Y'all got mistook for veal
That means hyper tender
No allussion to child *** offender
Call me a money stack lender
Back ****** but never a pretender
If I split her in half
God'll have ta mend her
This **** is known to send ya
Into bliss quick
That feeling'll stick
When the tip touch they lower lip
They get oil slick
Just the thought get's 'em hotta than a candle wick
Though you know I don't flow with no trick
Start off slow so we can show each other
Our flame be sure not to smother
Like an over protective mother
Reflect on it while it's lit
Climb inside my mind
See how I visualize thee
Undress and become pantiless
You're sittin on my face
I impress with the pace
I carress your **** with tongue
Spell sinless you'll be a wet well
When you see how well I'm hung (do tell)
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 7:43 AM UTC
what i find with western societies
is that they overly assert the worth of
psychology, without ever having read
a book of philosophy; meaning that
too many are treated as psychiatric
imbeciles, when in fact the culprit is
hard-worn and readied to re-enact the execution,
ready the plumber and forget the library banger;
with all that might hang, Charlie would
have asked Cromwell: did i have the power
or are you jeopardising in the extreme?
Calcutta o.k., hunches and surf's up!
surf's up... biggie bagpipe wave! hoo! hay!
a transvestite hooray! i too a
Thailand lady-boy, translated: north korea
in jitters and Japanese worth of shoo shy flips
of Kentucky Solomon... or some other slang
glued to cool.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC
This.
Is an ode
to Hip Hop
to Bob Sop
and Rob Top.
You flop mop the back drop
And sweep the front shack shop.
"I CAN'T HEAR ****
Well.
Listen up gramps and stop licking those stamps cuz I got a bit more for ya then this sweet little dance.
Lemme tell you a story
of a few men who gotta bit more then glory.
We got 2-PAC, wutang, and snoop Dogg with a ciggie.
Eazy-E, Jay Z, Eminem and Biggie
Outkast to outlast 2000? I mean really.
Ice cube and Cool J won't keep it too hot.
Need a shot for the cold you just caught?
il throw you a deal- 50 Cent,
and dr. Dre?
He's yours, all yours
but just for the day.
Run Dmc, busta rhymes, slick rick, and tech nine
Oh! And a tribe called quest.
Alright. Ok.
Il give it a rest.
Dear gramps. Dear grams.
Just want you to know
these men- they're the best.
Now let's go to the show!
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
One thing I'll delight.
Poetry is challenge
Made constant.
unnerving unwordy
pilfering deposits
on surety.
there is forever an
unfound to unveil.
But only if/when
Fright is kept inside you
whilst writing or wiling
In every day.
Not fright meaning scares
Or terror mined despair.
In its stead adopt a fealty
To the unknown unknown!
To not knowing what
exactly or even a glancing
What unknown which
We
Just
Don't
Know.
So Seek Servitude
in unsolvable.
Embrace imalleable
Modern mystery.
Absolved of any certainty
completes an unintended
Courtesy.
Our lack
of knowledge
is the only solid
Peace of Knowledge
we can grasp.
To (not really) quote Biggie Smalls
you don't know what's unknown
It's a Mitzvah this thing
Our one our only blessing
Because truly this
is what compels
And Coerces
A need to create.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC