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oldsmoboat said:
There once was a d**e named brianmanahan
Of the poem she fancied herself a fan
But her rhymes were the worse
Out of her a** she couldn't pull a verse
And Perk really should institute a ban
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-2/10

you didnt follow any poetic meter. now granted there is still the possibility for some interesting free verse, but you didnt take advantage of that. your flow was stilted and artificial and quite frankly, juvenile. the fact that you had to use the work "worse" instead of "worst" to get it to work is a sure sign that something has gone horribly wrong.

also reported for swares :colbert:
 
brianmanahan said:
-2/10

you didnt follow any poetic meter. now granted there is still the possibility for some interesting free verse, but you didnt take advantage of that. your flow was stilted and artificial and quite frankly, juvenile. the fact that you had to use the work "worse" instead of "worst" to get it to work is a sure sign that something has gone horribly wrong.

also reported for swares :colbert:
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We can fucking swear here, doofus.
 
brianmanahan said:
once upon a weekend morning, on OT without a warning,
perknose busted out a Poe pome quote in order to look smart.
while i chuckled, smiling wryly, at his weak attempt that dryly
proved my place atop the OT pinnacles of pomeic art.
truly, i have found no equal to my grasp of pomeic art.
i can rhyme your world apart!
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^^^ 10/10 :awe: :thumbsup: *

While discussing rap and rapping, brian paused his dolphin slapping
Only to commence thread crapping, yapping, an attention whore
Only this, and nothing more

"I can't do a thing," he bleated, howling like a dog mistreated
Like a stubborn donkey braying, while the rest of us were praying
That here he wouldn't long be staying, 'cause our patience, it was fraying
Like poor Job in tales of yore.

But brian, he just kept on sharing, blaring, blogging, (but no 'swaring')
"I'm weak, I'm faint, my poop is runny." His life is anything but funny.
For him, it's fapping that's the money, 'cause manahan don't have no honey.
There's only one fact that's for sure:

Dramatic change of pace . . .

<Whips off sun glasses, looks straight into the camera and pauses for several beats while changing the meter completely and bringing up the bass and percussion. Lowers his voice several manly octaves and tries his damnedest to look menacing.>

Like Jerboy, son, your life's no fun
You got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one.
















*No real life manahans were hurt in the course of this production.
 
Perknose said:
^^^ 10/10 :awe: :thumbsup: *

While discussing rap and rapping, brian paused his dolphin slapping
Only to commence thread crapping, yapping, an attention w***e
Only this, and nothing more

"I can't do a thing," he bleated, howling like a dog mistreated
Like a stubborn donkey braying, while the rest of us were praying
That here he wouldn't long be staying, 'cause our patience, it was fraying
Like poor Job in tales of yore.

But brian, he just kept on sharing, blaring, blogging, (but no 'swaring')
"I'm weak, I'm faint, my poop is runny." His life is anything but funny.
For him, it's f****g that's the money, 'cause manahan don't have no honey.
There's only one fact that's for sure:

Dramatic change of pace . . .

<Whips off sun glasses, looks straight into the camera and pauses for several beats while changing the meter completely and bringing up the bass and percussion. Lowers his voice several manly octaves and tries his damnedest to look menacing.>

Like Jerboy, son, your life's no fun
You got 99 problems, but a b***h ain't one.
















*No real life manahans were hurt in the course of this production.
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... 7/10 :awe:

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(i have edited out the swares)
 
[ Chorus]I can see it in your eye
The things you're trying to hide
I can feel the pain
That you're trying to stowaway
The lies that you've told
And the truths that you've withhold
I've forgiven you
I've forgiven you
I've forgiven you

Its finally time to shed away the past
Get away from it all and live the new life you have
Don't throw this one away like you did with your last
I'm giving you another chance to redeem yourself
Another chance to show the world what you have to give
Show me what you're truly made of
What you can do for us all
But don't do it for me, just do it for yourself
Because...

[Chorus] I can see it in your eye
The things you're trying to hide
I can feel the pain
That you're trying to stowaway
The lies that you've told
And the truths that you've withhold
I've forgiven you
I've forgiven you
I've forgiven you

We've all done things that we regret
Looking back at all of the events
Although I felt that they were right they never actually were
I wish I could just go back in time to fix all the things that I did wrong
But its too late for that
What's done is done and the past can't be undone
All we can do is learn from our mistakes
Learning and understanding as we go along this road together
Side by side holding hands
I don't want you to make the mistakes I made
I'm teaching you
Helping you understand all of the things that can't be undone
So wipe away those tears and let's walk this road together

[Chorus] I can see it in your eye
The things you're trying to hide
I can feel the pain
That you're trying to stowaway
The lies that you've told
And the truths that you've withhold
I've forgiven you
I've forgiven you
I've forgiven you




I wrote this after a friendship gone sour

I've forgiven you Kayley... :c
 
I don't listen to much rap, but the songs that I do like generally have more complex beats/music, and the lyrics are either clever (more than just how they have lots of money and sex), or incredibly stupid (so bad that it's good!)

An example of "so bad that it's good" is this, or this.
 
Go old school. The older the better.. don't need to be ghetto.. it's all about having a good time... Search Sugarhill Gang, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Run DMC, Kurtis Blow.. things like that.. good times..
 
She said she wish she never met me
Cause she just can&#8217;t help but let me go ahead
And do whatever the hell I want
She said she hate how much she need me
Turn around, and say she don&#8217;t need me
Always talking about she gonna leave me
But she don&#8217;t
But maybe this time I&#8217;ll be different
Cause she shed so many tears
She&#8217;ll remind me all the dumb shit that I&#8217;ve done over the years
But she don&#8217;t be tripping in the moments I got her legs up by her ears
But as soon as we get done, I swear this is all I hear
 
CallMeJoe said:
Go really Old School with the Godfather of Rap, the Old Bluesologist, Gil Scott Heron...

the Revolution Will Not Be Televised

Whitey on the Moon
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Don't forget The Last Poets. They actually slightly pre-date Gil Scott Heron. Never saw them live, but I did get to see Scott Heron twice, including once where we whiteys made up about 3% of the audience. 😎

The Last Poets is a group of poets and musicians who arose from the late 1960s African American civil rights movement's black nationalist movement. The name is taken from a poem by the South African revolutionary poet Keorapetse Kgositsile, who believed he was in the last era of poetry before guns would take over. The original members were Felipe Luciano, Gylan Kain, and David Nelson.

The Last Poets have been cited as one of the earliest influences on hip-hop music.

The original Last Poets were formed on May 19, 1968 (Malcolm X's birthday), at Marcus Garvey Park in East Harlem.

The group continued to evolve via a 1969 Harlem writers' workshop known as East Wind. Jalal Mansur Nuriddin, Umar Bin Hassan, and Abiodun Oyewole, along with percussionist Nilaja Obabi, are generally considered the primary and core members of the group, as it appeared on the group's 1970 self-titled debut and, in various combinations, on subsequent releases. Luciano, Kain, and Nelson recorded separately as The Original Last Poets, gaining some renown as the soundtrack artists of the 1971 film "Right On!" See also Performance (1970 film) soundtrack song "Wake Up, ******s."
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monk3y said:
Gil Scott is amazing.
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Tell me, what's the word? Have you heard? From Johannesburg!

After the Soweto (a suburb of Johannesburg) riots of 1976, this song of Gil's became an electric anthem. People forget and many here probably hardly know, but the long struggle against Apartheid had an often bloody history.

I met a South African doctor in Germany who emigrated after these riots. He said the small hospital he worked in was overwhelmed with the maimed, the dead, and the dying . . . mostly kids. The floors were literally awash in blood, and the screams and moans were almost too much too bear. Within a month, this guy had left South Africa for good.

Here's the basic story.

Black high school students in Soweto protested against the Afrikaans Medium Decree of 1974 which forced all black schools to use Afrikaans and English in a 50-50 mix as languages of instruction.

Indigenous languages would only be used for religion instruction, music, and physical culture.[6]

On the morning of June 16, 1976, thousands of black students walked from their schools to Orlando Stadium for a rally to protest against having to learn through Afrikaans in school.

The students began the march only to find out that police had barricaded the road along their intended route. The leader of the action committee asked the crowd not to provoke the police and the march continued on another route, eventually ending up near Orlando High School.[14] The crowd of between 3,000 and 10,000 students made their way towards the area of the school. Students sang and waved placards with slogans such as, "Down with Afrikaans", "Viva Azania" and "If we must do Afrikaans, Vorster must do Zulu".[15]

A 2006 BBC/SABC documentary corroborated the testimony of Colonel Kleingeld, the police officer who fired the first shot, with eyewitness accounts from both sides. In Kleingeld's account, some of the children started throwing stones as soon as they spotted the police patrol, while others continued to march peacefully. Colonel Kleingeld drew his handgun and fired a shot, causing panic and chaos. Students started screaming and running and more gunshots were fired.[16]

The police loosed their dogs on the children, who responded by stoning the dogs to death. The police then began to shoot directly at the children.

Emergency clinics were swamped with injured and bloody children. The police requested that the hospital provide a list of all victims with bullet wounds. The hospital administrator passed this request to the doctors, but the doctors refused to create the list. Doctors recorded bullet wounds as abscesses.

The number of people who died is usually given as 176 with estimates up to 600.[20] The original government figure claimed only 23 students were killed[citation needed]. The number of wounded was estimated to be over a thousand men, women, and children.
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This doc said the official government casualty numbers were a complete and utter lie. 🙁

Anyway, in the years immediately afterwards, this song, when done live, would get the crowd roaring that refrain.
 
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