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

Heareth mine rendition of Hypnotize by Lord Biggie Smalls here >> ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-F7XSGdSjkLg.html

Finally a hommage to the late Sir Christopher Wallace of Bedstuy

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

Imagine how hard this would have went back in medieval times

Only 1590s boys will remember how lit those taverns were

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

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

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)

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

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

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

RIP Biggie, died in a horseback shooting

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

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

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

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

I love how it still sounds sexy asf.

“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.”

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

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

Subtly grabbing some of these songs to play whenever my players are in a tavern during dnd to see how long it takes them to realize what the bards in the taverns are playing.

Ah yes, Infamous Large - Massive Father

I love it when thou calls me Big Poppa!

Passeth thy auxiliar cord , thee shall be enamored by thay Notorious One.

Theres something about how the instruments sound with this song that makes it stand alone so well as its own song. Its beautiful. Its a whole new twist on big poppa

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

When King Henry VIII enters the palace

This sounds like this could be in the Legend of Zelda

“I foresee many wenches this eve that shall bare my heir”

“I rejoice with glee and cherish thine affections when thou dost call me large father.” - The Notorious Christopher George Latore Wallace Barron of Brooklyn Lord Of Bedford on Stuyvesant 1247AD

Could you imagine composing this banger for your king just for him say “ off with your head” afterwards? 😂😂

imagine a dude rolling through the woods on his carriage singing this song

I was singing “Between The Sheets” with this 😂😂😂

Whom thou attracting with thy prose What thy house what thou styles Thine rise from thy back Tell the fair maiden what thy interests art who thy be with What castles to dwell Will thy be here awhile

Is it weird that i actually like this more than the original beat?

This has no business being this smooth.

I am honestly obsessed with this version of this song. Thank you for making this.

Thou hast a crossbow by thine waist, I heed, don't shoot up thy place!

"M'lady ponder this, petition thine brethren to make pleasantries with mine and thus shall we all be brethren. Verily, we shall partake in festivities as such for all morrows, Does that sit well with ye? Aye? Rage onward"

If I ever have a medieval party or wedding I'm playing all of these lmao

This comment section is another aspect of gold for this channel.

To all the maidens in the palace with amazing grace Grant thee your blessing to apply poetic vinegar wash to your flower in bloom. - Lord Notorious B.I.G.

Biggie in 90s: Big Poppa Biggie in medieval: Pope Christopher George Latore Wallace

You guys are rapping with Notorious B.I.G., But here I am singing with The Isley Brothers 😎

1700s: Large Father 1990s: Big Poppa

this is legit so fuckin hard, the instruments used are so appropriate, great job man hahahah

"Tremendous Cream: alas a dollar and a dreameth"

it sounds like a ghibli studios soundtrack omg

Rip Duke Poppa of Biggestville, who was slain by 4 poisoned tipped arrows. For shame...

I showed this to an old medieval building Now it's Strip Club!

When Bigth Smalls starts playing in your local tavern.

Am I the only one who feels like this is something you would play at a wedding as u walk down the aisle 😆

I showed this to my dog He still a dog but he liked the song

Had the original as my ringtone, found my new ringtone.

Imagine walking thru your castle with this song playing in the background 💯🔥

Monumental Minuscule surely is a legend, I truly adore his symphonies. My favorite has to be “Injunction” in which he is informed that assassins may come to his residence in order to lay him to rest and thieve his riches. However due to a messenger pigeon at the time of 5:46 he was thoroughly warned and was prepared to duel.

Honestly this is more of a cover of "Between The Sheets" by the Isley Brothers. With no vocals, it's exactly that.

Believe me, fair maiden I has't enow to feedeth the needy.

The fact that it’s still a bop shows a lot

I discovered this dude today and all I can say is I love him

“Sir Christopher Wallace the Fifth of York, thou shall not use such vulgar language.”

i love when my wench calls me obese father

"I loveth t at which hour thee calleth me Big Poppa Throweth thy hands in the air if 't be true thee's a true playeth'r"

"The back of the tavern indulging in mead is where ye shall find me.."

sounds more like "Between the Sheets" by the Isley Brothers. (which is what was sampled for his song).

I find it amusing when thou giveth me the name “Large Lord”.

Great, but it was a good day by ice cube pls

Yyyyooo this doesn't sound bad at all! This is incredible.

Only 1099 kids remember this nostalgic beat

Big people were worshipped in the Middle Ages. So biggeth father was in 😉

There be wenches present whom should be siring my progeny. Werd. Love these hits, Beedle, thank you!

The magnificent feast included meat,cheese, eggs and juice of grape.

I am most joyous when thy people call me “Gargantuan Papa”

Today the world got just a little more Ludicrous...good job

It was once hailed from the Brethren's of Isley

I love it when you call me King Ar'thur (throw yo hands in the aye'yer if's you's uh true slay'yer) I love it when you call me king Ar'thur (to dragons in they layers lookin' to breathe fiery angst, please don't bring out ya steaks ) why? Cause I see saw maidens to'night that should be having chilt'drens (chilt'drens)

At last a cover of Corpulent Patriarch my soul is satisfied

"big poppa" on russian is "big butt")))

Everybody is an english major in the comments section

Bro why art thou fire

I don't know what I have just stumbled on but I'm definitely playing this during work time in my class tomorrow 😍

not only a great remix but a great taste in music

This needs to be featured in a medieval spoof movie like Your Highness or A Knights Tale. It's just that awesome 👌 !

who in their right mind decided to dislike this video

I don't usually listen to rap music but when I do its Medieval Bardcore renditions

When your gf calls you “my lord” instead of daddy

For I seek a maiden this blessed full moon who should bear me a son.

So this is what they played in the Court of Henry the 8th

I let my sister hear this and through her laughter she said "Excuse me Madame, can I interest you in a step of the deuce?" 🤦🏾‍♂️🤣

Lol I’m intrigued and also offended this was recommended to me . How did RU-vid know my soul

Man out of all the medieval remixes this one actually got my head bumpin the most.

I'm waiting for hypnotize, great job 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

When she calls you “my lord” instead of daddy

The Isley Brothers: Am I a joke to you?

And thou wasn't informed, now art informed...rascal

To all the ladies in the place with style and grace Allow me to lace these lyrical douches, in your bushes (uh) Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies The back of the club, sippin' Moet, is where you'll find me (what?) The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (uh) Mad question askin', blunt passin', music blastin' But I just can't quit Because one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with Sleep with, keep the ep a secret, why not Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got hot? Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed Believe me sweetie I got enough to feed the needy No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh) Jump in the Rover and come over Tell your friends jump in the GS3 I got the chronic by the tree, 'cause Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player (I love it when you call me Big Poppa) To the honies gettin' money playin' niggas like dummies (I love it when you call me Big Poppa) Ya got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (why?) 'Cause I see some ladies tonight That should be havin' my baby (uh), baby (uh) Straight up honey really I'm askin' Most of these niggas think they be mackin', but they be actin' Who they attractin' with that line, "What's your name, what's your sign?" Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind And ask what your interests are, who you be with Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew You go call your crew We can rendezvous at the bar around two Plans to leave, throw the keys to 'Lil Cease Pull the truck up, front, and roll up the next blunt So we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my belly A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape Conversate for a few, 'cause in a few, we gon' do What we came to do, ain't that right boo (true) Forget the telly we just go to the crib And watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke L's while you do me Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player (I love it when you call me Big Poppa) To the honies gettin' money playin' niggas like dummies, uh (I love it when you call me Big Poppa) Ya got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (why?) 'Cause I see some ladies tonight That should be havin' my baby, baby (uh) In mansion and Benz's givin' ends to my friends and it feels stupendous Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream Still tote gats strapped with infrared beams (what?) Choppin O's, smokin' lye an' Optimo's Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows (all a nigga knows) A foolish pleasure, whatever I had to find the buried treasure (for what?), So grams I had to measure However living better now, Gucci sweater now Drop top BM's, I'm the man girlfriend Honey check it (check it) tell your friends, to get with my friends (your friends) And we can be friends shit we can do this every weekend (that's right) Aight? Is that aight with you? Yeah, keep bangin' I love it when you call me Big Poppa) Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player (I love it when you call me Big Poppa) To the honies gettin' money playin' niggas like dummies, uh (I love it when you call me Big Poppa) Ya got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place (why?) 'Cause I see some ladies tonight That should be havin' my baby, baby (uh) Check it out, nine-fo' shit for dat ass, uh Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A, represent baby, baby, uh

I adoreth that thee call me Grand Father.

When she calls you my Lord instead of daddy😂😂🥰🤳🏿

Shit Julius Caesar was in the game before anyone 😮‍💨

I'm not gonna lie. This shit SLAPS