The fog crept in on little cat feet
I turn beef into mince meat
3: That's pretty much what the 10-year anniversary meetup was like.
I know why the caged bird sings
I'm so fly i don't even got wings
April is the cruellest month, breeding
It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding
There once was a man from Nantucket
Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage
Whoa.
The time has come the walrus said to speak of many things
My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings
Did I break it? Or now overloaded?
I think I broke it with Earthly Powers.
Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime.
I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime
old pond
frog jumps in
it ain't where i been
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
And I promised myself I wouldn't tell you this shit today
Four score and seven years ago
I made it with that dope flow
Whose woods these are I think I know
his house is in the village though
I mean the Delano, I mean...Pharrell'll know
Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow
Do not go gentle into that good night
Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light
They fuck you up, your mum and dad
Cause now you got me hopped up on that
I assume you you two are self-generating (how 20th century) since it is still down for me.
17: It's working for me, bitch
I'm screaming "Maybach!" til i'm rich
Working for me too. Are you at http://rappad.co/editor ?
Let us go then, you and I
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie
Hmm:
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much
19: I get some that work and some that claim it is down. The ones that it is down for are consistent.
Someone else try "She ran calling wildfire." I thought maybe repeats triggered it, but have done the same line several times over and it works. Or "Call me Ishmael"--always says it is down for that one as well.
Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
Owed the dope man for his product and he swore if he did not pay
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
The bitches is everything in between
More Shakespeare:
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers
Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers
What is the airspeed of an unladen swallow
So you don't drown, when you decide to follow
Who's on first, What's on second, I Don't Know is on third
Know i meant, every motherfuckin word
I am become death destroyer of worlds
Still found a way to get pretty ass girls
Do I dare to eat a peach?
Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep.
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State
Look at my body, i lost so much weight
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle
Nothing looks as rented as a rented bird
Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard
Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine
That way I know for sure your love is really genuine
to be or not to be that is the question
Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe selection
let he who is without sin cast the first stone
Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone
Ask not what your country can do for you
Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through
Back in black, I hit the sack
I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack
Yes I'm let loose from the noose
Now concentrate until you get the juice
I keep looking at the sky cause it's gettin' me high
Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high
I got nine lives cat's eyes
Niggas in Jerusalem, waitin' for signs
'Cause I'm back.
That video made the rounds of my improv friends as an "excellent example of escalating game."
(improv friends ≠ PUA friends)
(improv friends ≠ PUA friends)
"Yes, and" ≠ "No; butt"
There are many terrible things, none more terrible than man
I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from Japan
From fairest creatures we desire increase
Is it the money or my marriage or media peace
things fall apart the center cannot hold
I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold
Trapped on the isthmus of a middle state
a being darkly wise and rudely great
Where every recipient, property of the state
The apparition of these faces in the crowd
But i'ma wait it out i'm bout to see that drought
Have yourself a merry little christmas
Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business
if I had a hammer
Yeah, they call me country grammar
the ten thick worms his fingers
strumming my pain with his fingers
the huge laughing cockroaches on his top lip
Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip
I am the shadow of the waxwing slain
I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Write anything here to generate some fresh lines
And from the inside, too, I'd duplicate
Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate
Uncurtaining the night, I'd let dark glass
1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass
And how delightful when a fall of snow
My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow
As to make chair and bed exactly stand
But my plan is to show you that i understand
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
So get out your seat and jump around
Hail Mary full of grace
slow and steady wins this race
the lord is with thee
It's dc, black jeans, black tee
blessed art thou amongst women
killing our dreams, stealing our vision
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus
damn, they wanna label me a menace
I placed a jar in Tennessee,
It pretends it's a soul in a entity
This came out one notch better than I expected:
And I only am escaped alone to tell thee
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
Certain words at the end seem to cause it to 'error" out. 'Wildfire' does it consistently for me.
This came out one notch better than I expected
In the summer heats up, the thermometers erected
And I used to think poetry sucked.
And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked
I wandered lonely as a cloud
Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
Mommy found out i'm paying everybody bills
When all at once I saw a crowd,
Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought
A host, of golden daffodils;
And it's over for powder 'cause they movin' them pills
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
I got my camera on your cameltoe, say cheese
Licence my roving hands, and let them go
Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though
A screaming comes across the sky
Lotsa girls only Oudie'd try
In the great green room there was a telephone.
I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone.
Feminine energy. Source of peacemaking and synergy.
Cultivate your feminine energy,
Make a success of conscious uncoupling.
Don't be a Cold Play-singer cuddling.
That doesn't scan. In my defense, nobody's brain works after reading GOOP.
Not that the brownies weren't great. Except now I've got a bottle of agave nectar that I really don't know what else I can use it for.
Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be they name
But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan,
Shit done changed since the wop and the running man.
I dropped in some lines from Joe Drymala's "Rice, Rice, Baby" and the lyric generator spit out a couple of lines that failed to impress, then reported an error and stopped working.
It was the best of times
Cause then i'm throwing peace signs
It was the worst of times
All the time with this glock of mines
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
Been around the world twice sippin' ice tea
Moby, my guys were once cornered by a leathery and lean raw vegan in Rainbow Grocery who extolled the virtues of agave nectar at intimidating length and yea they did not yield but verily brought home the fucking cane sugar. You have to stay strong, man.
And the little one was like 4 at the time.
Glory be to God for dappled things,
The battle ain't over till the black man sings
O.F.F.S. (SEE MY HANDS START TO SHAKE)
MCLC vs. RapPad (feat. Jeff Goldblum as J-Goldy)
I knew rap was dead when there was an app for that
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
Watching whitey on the blogs kickin' generated shit
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
The next line this thing writes better not be Pac
And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see
Jesus Christ, that doesn't even fucking rhyme
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
Rappad, you bust a cap in all that was good
We was loonie i suppose, you could
Oh for fuck's sake
See my hands start to shake
Oh for fuck's sake
See my hands start to shake
(repeat 4x)
[accidentally hit the 'generate line' button too many times here]
Who knows what the
You gon' tip her
My records sell, yes sir
God this thing is fucking soulless
See, i'm just trying to focus
How bout if I talk about my crew rolling deep
Take cee around town as if everything cheap
Huh. That almost made some kinda sense
And everybody's having sex
WTF? Are you kidding me right now?
Will somebody please show me how
Oh for fuck's sake
See my hands start to shake
Oh for fuck's sake
See my hands start to shake
(repeat 4x)
Please allow me to introduce myself
Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells
(Ugh. Still doin't this.) I'm a man of wealth and taste.
Cops raiding my spot, I done lost so much weight
There's something about a Southern girl
If it's bullshit you want, bullshit I shall
ARGH! That's a motherfucking rhyme FAIL!
Write anything here to generate some fresh lines
Jesus. Seriously? I'm out.
Oh for fuck's sake
See my hands start to shake
Oh for fuck's sake
See my hands start to shake
(repeat 4x)
(It's a pretty fun toy, though.)
In the future all Unfogged threads will be written by chatbots.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My life's based upon what i'mma do this year
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
But the battle ain't over till the black man sings
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!
Turn around and then you flip your hair'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".
That's pretty much what the 10-year anniversary meetup was like.
The only thing missing is the baby. (Or j.robot holding the baby.)
This thread is so great
Hey yo, fuck losing weight
Heebie is right!
No one notice your plight
In the future all Unfogged threads will be written by chatbots.
I am the very model of a modern major general
So when i mention suicide, i'm being mr. literal
I'm very good at integral and differential calculus
Sick, spit a pandemic, crack and cancer mixed with cannabis
In fact in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral
I try to love 'em in the physical, not literal
(apparently it can't come up with a rhyme for "I know the kings of England and I quote the fights historical")
I see a red door and I want it painted black
I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way
First, assume a rap that's perfectly spherical,
Next, hit the button, don't expect a miracle,
Without context and meter, it ain't very lyrical
If you're in the moanin' corner, yellin' "Lawdy, Lawdy"
Or back at the crib, sippin' on a hot toddy,
RapPad won't make no sense, just Passamaquoddy
You think your flow's animated, you John Lassiter,
But you ain't Barkhad Abdi, just a fuckin' passenger
Fake hip-hop leaves you down like a Fassbender massacre
It rhymes "buffet" with "trumpet", which means either a simplistic set of rhyming groups or Warren Buffet shows up in rap more than I'd expect.
Warren Buffet shows up in rap more than I'd expect
89: A veritable buffet of Buffet buffets.
89: Huh! It goes deep. Surprising, since Buffett's (oops) image is so anti-pretentious.
|| I don't know why I expected Matt Y. to get web development, or get that these things are really easy to Google. |>
It's impressive that he managed to work a typo into a tweet of just three words, all containing fewer than 4 letters.
He's always been about the typo/signal ratio.
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun;
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one.
93: does that mean that the flexibility of the Vox platform means that reporters write their own markup?
If so, I expect a lot of stray html to appear in his posts.
tages. why?
I mean the game been dry
I am Sam. Sam I am.
They be like damn
Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam
That Sam-I-am! That Sam-I-am!
I do not like that Sam-I-am!
And tell 'em that I don't give a damn
Finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram
Do you like green eggs and ham?
Just call me uncle, yeah Uncle Cam
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
I do not like green eggs and ham.
But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn
Would you like them here or there?
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair
I would not like them here or there.
I would not like them anywhere.
I do not like green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.
Would you like them in a house?
Would you like them with a mouse?
Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse?
Would you eat them in a box?
Would you eat them with a fox?
You pull up in parking lots
And when this beat drops, your heart stops
Would you, could you in a car?
Eat them! Eat them! Here they are.
We be in the party like we own that bar
By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star
You may like them. You will see.
You may like them in a tree.
Who trill as me, roll two of tree
And I got a little big, keep it low key
No cadillac, no perms, you can't see
It's DC, black jeans, black tee
A train! A train! A train! A train!
Could you, would you on a train?
I can make it rain
Love turns into pain
I've seen this young'un on the train, i had to pick his brain
Say! In the dark? Here in the dark!
Would you, could you, in the dark?
Hoes pop from the corda to hope park
Mr. underdog and this is not a bark
Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock
Would you, could you, in the rain?
I would not, could not, in the rain.
I'm going off the top of the brain
Can't control the box, you are no mills lane
Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain
Take my music like a drug and drop the needle in the same vein
Could you, would you, with a goat?
This be the realest shit i ever wrote
Would you, could you, on a boat?
Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote
You do not like them, so you say.
Try them! Try them! And you may.
Try them and you may I say.
Rub my back, then let me lay
Tell me how can we live this way
Board of administration, yeah we here to stay
Sam, if you will let me be,
I will try them. You will see.
I'm tryna be low key
But respect is more real, and ambition the key
They gon keep on watching, give em something to see
My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee
Say! I like green eggs and ham!
I do! I like them, Sam-I-am!
You trying real hard to appeal to someone
All up in her backspace like a delete button
I do so like green eggs and ham!
Whether it's a beat or a scam
Thank you! Thank you, Sam-I-am!
I especially like the "Could you, would you, with a goat? / This be the realest shit i ever wrote" couplet.
I put on my robe and wizard's hat
Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat
96 reminds me why Cala is the cardiac arresta and the best of the best-a. Well played.