William Shakespeare (baptised 26 April 1564; died 23 April 1616) was an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet and the "Bard of Avon". His surviving works, including some collaborations, consist of about 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and several other poems. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.
Shakespeare was born and brought up in Stratford-upon-Avon. At the age of 18, he married Anne Hathaway, with whom he had three children: Susanna, and twins Hamnet and Judith. Between 1585 and 1592, he began a successful career in London as an actor, writer, and part owner of a playing company called the Lord Chamberlain's Men, later known as the King's Men. He appears to have retired to Stratford around 1613 at age 49, where he died three years later. Few records of Shakespeare's private life survive, and there has been considerable speculation about such matters as his physical appearance, sexuality, religious beliefs, and whether the works attributed to him were written by others.
I saw you there, so beautiful
You stopped and stared, so magical
Then you asked me for my name
And we took an uptown train
Before you leave, get up to go
I wanna know
Do you like Shakespeare, Jeff Buckely
Watching movies on Sunday?
Do you like kissing when it's raining
Making faces in the station?
Do you like, I need to know
What do you like, before you go?
You walk me home, so wonderful
It starts to snow, it's incredible
Now we're walking up my street
And you slowly turn to me
You're three inches from my lips
But before we do this
Do you like Shakespeare, Jeff Buckely
Watching movies on Sunday?
Do you like kissing when it's raining
Making faces in the station?
Do you like, I need to know
What do you like, before you go? Oh, oh
Show me the place where you come from
And the places you dream of
I wanna know everything you are
But before we get that far
What do you like? I need to know
What do you like before you go?
Do you like Shakespeare, Jeff Buckely
Watching movies on Sunday?
Do you like kissing when it's raining
Making faces in the station?
'Cause I like Shakespeare, Jeff Buckely
Watching movies on Sunday
Kissing when it's raining
Making faces in the station
What do you like?
Nigger listen, when I spit on the riddem, I kill em,
Raw like the Ball of Brazilians,
You don't war, cor the kids brilliant,
Blood, I'm the heir to the throne,
Not William, Akala, smart as King Arthur,
Darker, harder, faster,
Rasclaat, I kick the illa shit,
It's like Shakespeare, with a nigger twist,
Lyricist, I'm the best on the road,
Nitro flow, oh-so-cold, I'm a blow yo,
Keep the hoes, I only want dough homes,
Nobody close, I'm alone in my own zone,
No no love for the po-po,
Loco when I rock mics solo,
I hope that you know, where you don't go thoe,
Want it with Bolo? Must be coco,
It's William back from the dead,
But I rap bout gats and I'm black instead,
It's Shakespeare, reincarnated,
Except I spit flows and strip hoes naked,
No fakin'-test my blood bruv,
It's William, back as a tug cause,
So real the shit I kick now,
Plus I don't rite, I recite my shit now,
Straight from the top, expert timin'
On top of that now, the whole things rhymin'
No more tights, now jeans saggin'
If I say so myself, I'm much more handsome,
Don't ever compare me to rappers,
I'm so quick-witted that I split em like fractions,
My shit, I tell em like this...
It's like Shakespeare with a nigger twist...
[Chorus:]
I get you pumped up,
Feelin' like you drunk drunk,
When my beats bump bump,
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now
All the shit I kick, so crazy,
There ain't no ifs and maybe's,
Spit poetry so shady,
For lords on road and my hood ladies,
Pumped up, feelin' like you drunk drunk,
When my beats bump bump,
Lyrics hit like skunk blunts blood, now
All the shit I kick, so crazy,
There ain't no ifs and maybe's,
Spit poetry so shady,
For lords on road and my hood ladies.
I'm similar to William, but a little different,
I do it for kids that's illiterate, not Elizabeth,
Stuck on the road, faces screwed up,
Feel like the world spat em out, and they
Chewed up,
It's a matrix, I try and explain it,
But on a real thoe still ready blaze em,
No contradiction just face it,
They so enslaved, they are worse than a agent,
I grace stages, sharp as razors,
Don't get cut cause, keep ya distance,
No artillery, tryna' be militant,
Ya'll dudes killin' me, think that ya killin' it,
It's embarrassing watchin you babblin,
Keep spittin ya darts, mine is javelins,
The hood Tiger Woods too milly,
Number 1 for so long, it's just getting' silly,
Shit kinda like Bruce with da knuckles,
Like the first time ya ever saw Ali shuffle,
You don't trouble, left layin in a puddle,
Bruv you are havin a bubble,
I'm a whole different kettle of fish,
Thou shall not fuck with dis,
My shit, I tell em like this...
It's like Shakespeare with a nigger tiwst.
[Chorus]
To be fair, no MC close to the man,
Little just come yout's jumpin out of they pram,
Everybody badman, behind a mic stand,
It's not creative, one bag of hype, and
If you buss a ting, where's the mash?
Move so much food? Where's the cats?
These dudes ain't real, they just rap,
I don't spit what I don't know,
Just the facts,
No talks of rocks I ain't sold,
Shots I ain't blown,
My business ridiculous,
Sick with it, quick witted,
Companies head to head an liquidate it,
Welcome to illa state, meet ya fate mate,
Talk truth but we don't play games,
Move sick, look sample techno,
Never pull a ting, if it ain't gonna let go,
That's that, rap track,
Clap ya like a black gat,
Back chat, crack back,
I'm the nigger, that's that,
The rest of these kids is irrelevant,
Don't compare me to him,
That's just beggin' it,
I'm on my own shit,
Dicks ain't spit,
It's no democracy, dictatorship,
So dicks hate my shit,
I'm sick, raise ya spliff,
I'm swift, blaze em quick,
My hits, major shit,
I flip phrases quick,
My sick razor shit,
Give thick grazes quick,
And chicks say he's cris,
It's not a rumour,
That kid Akala,
No not "Ack-a-la", beg ya pardon,
Don't get it twisted,
Your on the sideline like a mistress,
I'm the whizzkid, with the sick shit,
My shit, I tell em like this,