Name: What Means The World
Channel: Biz Lennett
Description: Rapping Shakespeare’s sonnets (with a little Romeo and Juliet and a self-constructed sonnet) to prove that Eminem is the modern-day Shakespeare

What Means The World

Biz Lennett

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Rapping Shakespeare’s sonnets (with a little Romeo and Juliet and a self-constructed sonnet) to prove that Eminem is the modern-day Shakespeare

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Biz Lennett

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Song Info

Genre

Acoustic • Acoustic Piano

Charts

Peak #108

Peak in subgenre #13

Author

Biz Lennett

Rights

Biz Lennett

Uploaded

March 22, 2013

Track Files

MP3

MP3 5.3 MB • 160 kbps • 4:36

Story behind the song

I needed to prove that Shakespeare's sonnets could be rapped in a similar styl INVALID  to that of Eminem.

This song is comprised entirely of Shakespeare's lyrics; the first two verses are his sonnets, "Being your slave...", and "What potions have I drunk of siren tears?" and the last verse is a sonnet I created by combining lines from my favorite sonnets in a structured, sonnet format. The chorus and bridge are from, "Romeo and Juliet"

I obviously know Shakespeare had much deeper, emotional, meaningful lyrics for the most part--but the BUILD of the sonnets and the BUILD of the emotional arcs of some of Eminem's raps are similar in my opinion.

Lyrics

(Chorus):
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
But soft, but soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
What means the world to say it is not so? 
But soft, but soft, what light through yonder window breaks?

(Verse 1):
Being your slave, what should I do but tend,
Upon the endless times of your desires?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do til you require,

Nor dare I chide the world without end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Or think the bitterness of absence sour,
When you have bid your servant once adieu.

Nor dare I question with my jealous thought,
Where you may be or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of naught,
Save where you are how happy you make those.

So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do anything, he think no ill.
So true a fool is love that in your will,

(Chorus)

(Verse 2):
What potions have I drunk of siren tears?
Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win.

What wretched errors hath my heart commited?
Whilst it had thought itself so blessed, never?
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted,
In the distraction of this madding fever?

Oh, benefit of ill! Now I find true,
That better is, by evil, still made better,
And ruined love when it is built anew,
Grows better than at first, more strong, far greater.

So, I return rebuked to my content,
And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent
I return rebuked to my content
And gain by ills--

(Chorus)

(Verse 3):
My mistresses' eyes are nothing like the sun,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see,
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done,
For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee?

That tongue that tells the story of thy days,
Her love for whose dear love I rise and fall,
The pain be mine but thine shall be the praise,
Take all my loves, my love, you take them all.

What is your substance? What of are you made?
The need I've not to feel the worst of wrongs,
Such is my love that keeps mine eyes awake,
To thee I so belong.

Doubt that the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love. 
(X2)

(Chorus)

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