Hip Hop Workshop: Learn how to create your own illest lyrics over hip hop beats: Sunday 24 June

like all music there is some good and some bad.

[Flame away, gangstas. Hip-hop is just complete crap from any perspective: musically uninteresting , rhythmically repetitive, lyrically mindless. And the people who are in it, my god… you’d poke them with a stick rather than let them near you.]

Comment by jemmy — 20 June, 2007 @ 5:27 pm

Hey, maybe hip hop thinks YOU stink!

rap = retards attempting poetry 🙂

Amen.

I pretend to be a gangster so stupid people will identify with someone doing it tough, despite my millions of dollars and silly lifestyle.
I solve problems with violence.
I kill people and other people think that is cool.
I am homophobic, racist and mysoginist.
I have advanced women’s rights by decades when I refer to them as bitches and whores.
I wear ridiculous jewelry.
I have a complete lack of musicality which I attempt to counter with rhythm.
My rhythms are monotonous and the same as everyone else’s.
I don’t understand why white middle-class suburbanites in a foreign country empathise with me, but I will luxuriate in their money anyway.
I am a hip-hop god even though I have prostituted my hip-hop roots from the 60s.

[Flame away, gangstas. Hip-hop is just complete crap from any perspective: musically uninteresting , rhythmically repetitive, lyrically mindless. And the people who are in it, my god… you’d poke them with a stick rather than let them near you.]

I’m a crazy broke man
From the weekend can
Dropping pipe bombs freaky
From my Charnwood van
On those Holt-side folk
While I’m high on coke
Scored from Amber Westin
On a weekend toke
Yah yah yah yah..

Don’t mess wit me
I fizz like alka selzo
I’m a tuff muthaphukka
With a tat that sez BELCO
I enhance my rage
Stealing cars from Page
And smash em up live
Down on Barry Drive
yah yah yah yah..

don’t juxtapose me to the hoes
with tha gangsta woes
cause I got my 12 gauge shotty
shooting lyrical blows

They see me trolling…

… They be hating…

It’s called RiotACT, yeah that’s A.C.T.
filled with old wrinklies that smell like wee,
we whinge about this, we moan about that,
“Someone drove too fast!”
“Somebody shot my cat!”

Word-up, beeatches, jam nitty gritty,
we’re from the urban jungle called Canberra city,
well may be not a jungle, more like a garden,
and if you don’t like it the I beg your parden

Life in C-city is totally hard,
drive-by yellings and Floriade,
and you think that’s bad check out Civic at night,
full of little kids all hypo on Sprite

Word-up, beeatches, jam nitty gritty (etc etc)

I’m a bad-a$$ booner
from quambyland
i’ll sell you coke
while I puff on smoke
and be damned if you don’t choke

on my .44 calibre bling
I’ll make you sing
my gangsta rapper prayer

“Please don’t shoot me quambo booner”
“please don’t shoot me quambo booner”
“I’ll give you want you need”

yeah….
don’t mess wif me with your east coast,west coast cr@p
I’m a bad-a$$ booner from quambyland
who’ll take your face
right off the map.

wiggiddy wak – I dont have to run riotact through Gizoogle today 🙂

Sweet

I’m the terror from Canberra and I’m on a roll
I’ve got ADHD and just like all me mates, I’m on the dole.
Mike in my left hand, Uzi in my right
Fu%k wiv me and I’ll shoot you out like a light
I’m a no hoper and I’ve got no brain,
and I’m gonna flush my whole life down the drain

I can already do that, check this out!:

I’m the kung-fu hippy
From gangsta city
I’m a rappin’ surfer
You the fool I pity

Well it’s nice to have someone as positive as Stung on the site. You do better then champ.

speling optinal

whackas fukus? Rapping Romans?

wack as fuk