Shakespeare goes gangsta

In an attempt to better understand Shakespeares sonnets I translated a few of them into raps, that’s right folks, Shakespearian gangsta raps.

Sonnet 25 — Gangta rap
These other guys they got cred
hot bitches, hard shit and bread
I dont got none of that, homes
My riches is that I’m not alone
These homies got it all laid out for ‘em
but one wrong move they back at the bottom
Homies just used for what they got
but all they wins, they loyalty easily forgot
But what I got, I got so much
Its all mine and no G can touch

Then I figured I should try to match the Bards rhyme scheme so here is 27 as a rap and its a bit more Drake (that is to say.. sensitive)

After a long day hustlin’
my body straight done in
but then my head starts bustin’
my thought be runnin’
Im stuck lying here
and you gone all that way
this distance be what I fear
I want you boo, back to stay
My eyes aint able to close
They be trippin’ seein you
so much flyer than other hoes
I just need my diamond, my baby boo
U work hard all day to get you them Jimmy Choo
and at night I can’t stop thinking ‘bout you

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