Either post like this sounds, or keep your posting to yaselves...
I come to this place to help kill some time But the youngsters act like being old's a crime Havin' years behind you helps make you wise Not like some of you fools slinging burgers and fries
The key to life is the golden rule Not some weak sauce thesis you were taught in school Do onto me and I'll do onto you Stomp you a new mudhole with my size 12 shoe
You think that Hip-Hop is some new jack jawn I was hearing the dozens before you were born So GTFOOH with your know-it-all views I've scraped much smarter shit off of my shoes
So there it is Harvey, I've put it out there Tighter shit than your nappy white boy hair You know how we do it down here in Texas Now which one of you chumps wanna wash my Lexus?
HarveyCanal"a distraction from my main thesis." 13,234 Posts
You know damn well some 50 something year old jewish dude wrote that!!
HarveyCanal"a distraction from my main thesis." 13,234 Posts
Got this dude I work with who when he gets a few drinks in him apparently starts busting the worst written raps anywhere...in public, addressing himself to people at the bar and ish. Last time I was around for this, actually the first time I've come to know that he does this in over 2 years of knowing him, and he got himself cut off at the bar while we were watching the last Pacquiao fight, meaning it was only like 9:30pm. I wish I could laugh at him, but it's faaaaar too embarrassing in that he really truly thinks he's good at it.
Got this dude I work with who when he gets a few drinks in him apparently starts busting the worst written raps anywhere...in public, addressing himself to people at the bar and ish. Last time I was around for this, actually the first time I've come to know that he does this in over 2 years of knowing him, and he got himself cut off at the bar while we were watching the last Pacquiao fight, meaning it was only like 9:30pm. I wish I could laugh at him, but it's faaaaar too embarrassing in that he really truly thinks he's good at it.
A) I would never spit shit in public.
B) It's all for laughs....with me or at me....doesn't matter.
Got this dude I work with who when he gets a few drinks in him apparently starts busting the worst written raps anywhere...in public, addressing himself to people at the bar and ish. Last time I was around for this, actually the first time I've come to know that he does this in over 2 years of knowing him, and he got himself cut off at the bar while we were watching the last Pacquiao fight, meaning it was only like 9:30pm. I wish I could laugh at him, but it's faaaaar too embarrassing in that he really truly thinks he's good at it.
ohhh man, Steve.
Steve was the theater manager at a club i worked at, YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
he would bust freestyles all the time.
im steve, yeah thats right popping shit off the dome like everynight you wack, ill attack and then ill mmm bmmm dmmm hmmm
Got this dude I work with who when he gets a few drinks in him apparently starts busting the worst written raps anywhere...in public, addressing himself to people at the bar and ish. Last time I was around for this, actually the first time I've come to know that he does this in over 2 years of knowing him, and he got himself cut off at the bar while we were watching the last Pacquiao fight, meaning it was only like 9:30pm. I wish I could laugh at him, but it's faaaaar too embarrassing in that he really truly thinks he's good at it.
ohhh man, Steve.
Steve was the theater manager at a club i worked at, YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
he would bust freestyles all the time.
im steve, yeah thats right popping shit off the dome like everynight you wack, ill attack and then ill mmm bmmm dmmm hmmm
and itd peter out and hed walk away.
called himself QS.
Quiet Storm.
he was like David Brent on downers.
fuckin Steve.
LOL...we had a dude in the warehouse a few years back that would rap non-stop....and he had a bad speech impediment....so bad that it didn't matter what the hell words he was using, they were gonna rhyme everydamntime.
There's a twentysomething black dude here in Hyde Park who will show up suddenly in various businesses and public venues, recite with great emotion and great venom the first verse of "Only God Can Judge Me," strike a b-boy stance for a long second in defiance of no one in praticular, and then bounce, all with the swagger of one completely confident that he absolutely tore down the Dunkin' Donuts or the noodle spot or whatever. It's some drama.
Also, I went to college with a dude who used to swear up and down that he had "inside information" that Father MC, of all people, was "crazy nice off the head" (I know, but that's how people talked back then). This was, like, his thing--he'd get a couple drinks in him, some weed or whatever, and start in: "Man, no one believes me when I tell them this, but you know that cat Father MC?..." I don't know that we were ever able to successfully impress upon him the extent to which a) none of us and b) no one anywhere would ever--ever--give a shit.
He eventually left school with no notice, and there was some chemically-fueld speculation that he had gone on a vision quest to the offices of Uptown Records, with only the dogged Nike ACGs on his feet and the slightly irregular Fat Albert jersey (Gabriel Brothers, holler) on his back, seeking the truth.
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i still ride for this album.
I'll take that as you posting like it sounds when Lady Miss Kier is doing her boho scat.
I come to this place to help kill some time
But the youngsters act like being old's a crime
Havin' years behind you helps make you wise
Not like some of you fools slinging burgers and fries
The key to life is the golden rule
Not some weak sauce thesis you were taught in school
Do onto me and I'll do onto you
Stomp you a new mudhole with my size 12 shoe
You think that Hip-Hop is some new jack jawn
I was hearing the dozens before you were born
So GTFOOH with your know-it-all views
I've scraped much smarter shit off of my shoes
So there it is Harvey, I've put it out there
Tighter shit than your nappy white boy hair
You know how we do it down here in Texas
Now which one of you chumps wanna wash my Lexus?
First draft, off the top.
Hot capping on these suckas, baked muffin
slapping up the face of those straight bluffin'
You know damn well some 50 something year old jewish dude wrote that!!
A) I would never spit shit in public.
B) It's all for laughs....with me or at me....doesn't matter.
ohhh man, Steve.
Steve was the theater manager at a club i worked at, YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
he would bust freestyles all the time.
im steve, yeah thats right
popping shit off the dome like everynight
you wack, ill attack
and then ill mmm bmmm dmmm hmmm
and itd peter out and hed walk away.
called himself QS.
Quiet Storm.
he was like David Brent on downers.
fuckin Steve.
LOL...we had a dude in the warehouse a few years back that would rap non-stop....and he had a bad speech impediment....so bad that it didn't matter what the hell words he was using, they were gonna rhyme everydamntime.
There's a twentysomething black dude here in Hyde Park who will show up suddenly in various businesses and public venues, recite with great emotion and great venom the first verse of "Only God Can Judge Me," strike a b-boy stance for a long second in defiance of no one in praticular, and then bounce, all with the swagger of one completely confident that he absolutely tore down the Dunkin' Donuts or the noodle spot or whatever. It's some drama.
He eventually left school with no notice, and there was some chemically-fueld speculation that he had gone on a vision quest to the offices of Uptown Records, with only the dogged Nike ACGs on his feet and the slightly irregular Fat Albert jersey (Gabriel Brothers, holler) on his back, seeking the truth.
COLD, SON.
Steve...Zahn?
who cares if he could freestyle, dude got with theresa randle...