I've always been partial to: (1) "I'm Easy-E the one they're talkin about/ [n-word] rolled the dice and just crapped out," (2) "they put up my picture with silence/ my identity by itself causes violence," and (3) "Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you / As you get up and dance at the LQ."
Don't know why.
Are we talking about only hiphop rhymes?
No, we aren't. Therefore, I nominate:
But oh you lords of ladies intellectual,
Tell us truly, have they not hen-pecked you all?
I fucking love that couplet.
E: bow down, bow-wow, the big dog's in town/and them guts is the only thing this n**** pounds.
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then "Here," said I with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum."
Generals gathered in their masses
just like witches at black masses
But, if you want hiphop, then, as long as I'm in an LL mood:
risin', surprisin', advisin', realizin' that she's sizin' me up
her bikini--small; heels--tall
she said
she liked
the ocean
she showed me the beach, gave me a peach, and pulled out the suntan lotion.
Beautiful.
re: 6
When I opened an unfogged thread on rhymes, Romantic couplets were sort of expected, but Black Sabbath was not.
One from memory-
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without a strong rhyme to step to
Think of how many weak shows you slept through
Time's up, I'm sorry I kept you
And one I have to look up:
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair-
[They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!"]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!"]
mmm, Prufrock. I must go read it now, and purr.
Among the ryhming lines I've always been partial to:
"Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid."
One more:
What is a party if it doesn't really rock?
What is a poet? all balls, no cock
What is a war if it doesn't have a general?
What's channel nine if it doesn't have Arsenio?
I just checked, and yes, and general and Arsenio almost rhyme.
What's alex haley if it doesn't have roots?
What's a weekend if you ain't knockin boots?
What's a black nation, without black unity?
What is a child who doesn't know pubery?
What is my label when I exit boom status?
What's menage-a-tois, or, that is
What is sex when you have three people?
What are laws if they ain't fair and equal?
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
Also, I would totally give Prufrock the facial.
Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia
bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
That's totally happened to me, too.
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
.....
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit
Ooops cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like jurassic
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
Really irrelevant
Death comes sweeping through the hallway
Like a lady's dress
Death comes driving down the highway
In it's sunday best
but I woke up with that running through my head this morning.
ash
['I think it was fighting all those zombies.']
A bit of Dr Octagon (aka Kool Keith) at his most demented:
"Trip or slip or fall
Right into the earth pit, gamma ray toilet
Microbes on your earth shit
Dr. Ludicrous, I turn into a octapus
Grab eight species, isolate like an incubus
Convert with probes, green shit is on your earlobes
Attack what stomach with juice they call gastric
Alien bugs with sickle cell, get they ass kicked
Dermatologist examine more black cysts
Radiation butter pouring down your sinus, it's Dr. Octagon"
On the written page it misses his incredible "flow"...
To channel another thread
your a punk, your a drunk, your an old slut on junk...
you scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot, merry christmas my ass, I pray god its our last.
Don't get smart or sarcastic
He snaps back just like elastic
Spare us the theatrics
And the verbal gymnastics
We break wise guys just like matchsticks
-Elvs Costello
Yeahhh, your majesty, word flash photography
Third class economy, blade slashed your artery
Nerve gassed anatomy, blurred past dramatically
Herbs hashed, my word splash packed agility
Never predictability
Maneuvers of mind fully designed cause I'm true to the rhyme
We do the sublime, crackin yo' backbone
Attackin you wack clones
Vernacular right and exact, capital rap zone
that come back verbal assault rifle (ahhhhh)
We fight like Stokely Carmichael
Nope! We just like you
We broke and ain't no tellin what we might do
Ain't no joke
Provoke the right to reverse to seek mercy
with the King Asiatic and Percy P
Ain't heard the worst of me, until your chest 3-D
Spit venom and burn your body like a STD.
-Jurassic 5
Also, in my freshman poetry class, a guy turned in a piece that rhymed Los Angeles and tarantulas, which I still think is just damn brilliant.
These are by no means the best rhymes ever. They have, however, gotten me through some tough times. I especially like the second, since it doesn't actually rhyme.
Woke of quick, at about noon,
Just thought that I got to be in Compton soon,
Got to get drunk before the day begins,
Before my mother starts bitching about my friends.
-- Easy E
666 the Number of the Beast,
666 the one for you and me
-- Iron Maiden
#13, yes, Humpty's verbal loopiness is a pure pleasure. Agreed.
For pure cultural relevance:
Will Smith don't got to cuss in his raps to sell records
well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
you think I give a damn about a grammy
half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"but slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird"
why? so you guys can just lie to get me here
so you can sit me here next to Britney Spears
bullshit,Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs,
so I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
and hear em argue over who she gave head to first
Great topic, and one that I feel unequal to.
Restricting myself to classic couplets:
I got nothin to lose, much to gain,
In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine.
But the enemy is not your brother
It's that other muthafucka
From frustration, first inclinication
Is to become a monk and leave the situation
I had to go to college ‘cause I am an intellectual
I only sleep with ladies cause I am heterosexual
We can moan and groan until your mom comes home
And you'll be calling me Al "Dope" Capone
Dumb motherfucker, try to roll on me, please!
I'm protected by a thousand MCs
And, as a testament to the power of blank verse:
I got a letter from the government the other day
I opened it, and read it, it said they were suckers.
Oh, I remembered the best of all time. Here it is:
Elvis was a hero to most
But he never meant shit to me you see
Straight up racist that sucker was
Simple and plain
Motherfuck him and John Wayne
-- Public Enemy
Granted, there's only one rhyme there: "plain" and "Wayne." But saying about Elvis "Motherfuck him and John Wayne" is just really, really beautiful.
A newie, but a goodie:
Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for the strap below
I'm with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios
Y'all driving Subarus, stuck in your cubicles
I'm stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles
Also, a few tracks later, my favorite lyric on that disc:
My nigga Big Boi said, watch 'em as they gawk and they gander
You can follow or lead like Commander Picard
You can have The Whole World
Or be satisfied with the boulevard
Everyone has their favorites, don't they? One that runs through my head far too often:
Because she's addicted
To what the dick did
And the ever-classic:
Bass! How low can you go?
Death row. What a brother knows.
Once again, back is the incredible, rhyme animal
the incredible D, Public Enemy Number One
'Five-O' said, 'Freeze!' and I got none
Can I tell 'em that I really never had a gun?
But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in a cell
'cause my records, they sell
'Cause a brother like me said, 'Well...
...Frarrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to listen to
what he can say to you, what you ought to do.'
Follow for now, power to the people, say,
'Make a miracle, D, pump the lyrical'
Black is back, all in, we're gonna win
Check it out, yeah y'all, here we go again
The cell/sell couple is another example of Labs' "same thing" rhyme scheme. I've always loved it.
Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper
Next time come strapped with a fuckin pamper
(While looking for the previous couplet I went to a page that crashed my computer--but before it did I could see that down the side was a link for "Printable lyrics for Clan in da Front." Not bloody likely.)
Re 13: I stipulated an answer to that question a little while ago, when it became necessary to define a lot of concepts precisely in order to convey to w-lfs-n how my name is pronounced.
I have no idea what the original song was, I heard this on a mash-up, but Missy Elliot manages to pull off:
Haters, I flip the bird
So what? ain't scared
It kills me.
OK, about 28; despite what the lyric sheet it doesn't sound to me like he says "incredible" twice. Any theories about what he does say? Sounds kinda like "uncattable" IIRC.
Ooh, I was looking through my archives for my review of Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow and I ran across this (division Very Old School):
George Penny's renters, they come into town, With their hands in their pockets, and their heads hanging down, Go in the store and the merchant will say: "Your mortgage is due And I'm looking for my pay."
Goes down in his pocket with a trembling hand --
"Can't pay you all but I'll pay you what I can."
Then to the telephone the merchant makes a call,
They'll put you on the chain gang
If you don't pay it all.
For you arty types, from "Could I Leave You," by Sondheim:
Could I bury my rage
With a man half your age in the grass?
Bet your ass.
There is beauty in extreme old age--
Do you fancy you are elderly enough?
Information I'm requesting
On a subject interesting:
Is a maiden all the better when she's tough?
This is a great, great thread. And as someone who's only heard one rap album all the way through, I thank you all. I was having trouble recalling my favorite rhymes, but Weiner's last reminded me of one, from Doc Boggs.
Come all you good time people,
While I have money to spend,
Tomorrow might be Monday
And I neither have a dollar nor a friend.
"Tomorrow might be Monday," by itself, is brilliant.
Also, I really like the rhyme at the end of the second verse of Robert Wyatt's Sea Song. The verse as a whole is (from memory so it might not be completely accurate, and I'm not sure where the line breaks actually fall):
Joking aside, when you're drunk you're terrific
When you're drunk I like you mostly late at night
You're quite all right
But I can't understand the different you in the morning
when it's time to play
At being human for a while
Please smileBecause you always think that the rhyme will be "play/day", and there's a noticeable pause between "while" and the beginning of the phrase "please smile", in which you can be surprised to yourself, but then it all gets tidied up. Very nice.
By Peter Blegvad, an excellent source for good rhymes: "Everyone's too nice to me / the way Vincent Price would be / with midnight coming on".
Re: Gilbert & Sullivan, I once heard someone refer to the architect Philip Johnson as "The very model of a generally major modernist," which I thought was pretty clever.
#33 is fantastic, and puts me in mind of Dorothy Parker:
Byron and Shelley and Keats
Were a trio of lyrical treats
The forehead of Shelley was cluttered with curls
And Keats never was a descendant of earls
And Byron stepped out with a number of girls
But it didn't impair the poetical feats
of Byron and Shelley, Byron and Shelley, Byron and Shelley and Keats
There's also this one:
Higgeldy Piggelty, my red hen
She lays eggs for gentlemen.
But you cannot convince her, with gun or lariat
To come across for the proletariat.
His eyes are quickened so with grief
He can watch a grass or leaf
every instant grow;
Ok, the rhyme itself isn't that interesting.
w-lfs-n, you're quoting, without irony, the Mikado? Please, please let her be a shrew....
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Think you're really righteous? Think you're pure in heart?
Well, I know I'm a million times as humble as thou art
eb --
Even Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone.
Ogged, I don't want to be a little bitch, but I always thought that was "need money." The song is fucking awesome regardless.
My favorite of those is from "It's All About The Pentiums":
Fella, I bet you're still livin' in your parents' cellar
Downloading pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar
And postin' "Me too!" like some brain-dead AOL-er
I should do the world a favor and cap you like Old Yeller
You're about as useless as JPEGs to Helen Keller
w-lfs-n, you're quoting, without irony, the Mikado? Please, please let her be a shrew....
Tim, I only know it from Richard Thompson's 1,000 Years of Popular Music, an amazing album and reputedly even more amazing live show, on which he sings that song in a duet with Judith Owen. It's pretty funny; they do a really over-the-top rendition (or so I assume since it's the only rendition with which I'm familiar).
And if you remain callous and obdurate, I
Shall perish as he did, and you will know why,
Though I probably shall not exclaim as I die,
"Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow!"
That is Bach, and it rocks,
It's a rock block of Bach
That he learned in a school
Called the school of hard knocks.
Now, i'm a liberal but to a degree
I want everybody to be free
But if you think i'll let Barry Goldwater
Move in next door an' marry my daughter
You must think i'm crazy
Actually, you can come up with a whole mess of 'em from the Anthology of American Folk Music:
Buell Kazee, "The Railroad Boy"
He went upstairs to give her hope
But found her hanging from a rope
brrrr.
Matt, I always heard the "bring the noise" bit as
once again back is the incredible,
the rhyme animal,
the uncan-able
D...
Uncannibal? Uncanny-ble?
But that reminds me of my favorite PE rhyme:
Mandela/Cell-dwella
which I've noted here before.
Matt, you mean you think "be Monday" is "need money?"
54: Yes.
55: How? Dense, pls expln.
Just a little more from Humpty:
I like the girls with the boom
I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom
Oh, and:
No two people will do it the same
You got it down when you appear to be in pain
Labs --
I love the way he sings "underpants" in that song.
OINdapants.
Matt, I'm pretty sure it's "be Monday." A limited google sampling seems to agree: "be Monday," "need money."
Matt, I thought "tenacious D" was a phrase used by Marv Albert, then taken up as the band name for JB and KG.
"Buttress of Windsor." Heh.
Joe-- yeah, that totally gets me, plus the fact that "underpants" is like the least sexxxed-up word evah.
Hey Joe, this is waaaaay OT, but your reference to Flip Flock Rock by Outkast gave me a minor epiphany. It occurred to me for the first time just how unbelievably juvenile and lowest-common-denominatoresque the whole "flip-flopper" campaign against Kerry was. It's sort of breathtaking that that phrase was a major part of the lexicon of our most recent presidential election. Stunning.
Once again, back is the incredible, rhyme animal
the incredible D, Public Enemy Number One
This was a puzzler for me as well. I heard it variously as
untenable, untameble, and un-sellable, and I never knew what to make of it. Repeating "incredible" twice is a bit weak, we'll have to confess. Also, isn't it sad how Ice-T kind of faded away as a rap influence? It's all Biggie and Tupac, and their assorted posturing. Please. That invicible shit don't work. Throw you in the joint you'll be coming out feet first.
FL, what's you recommendation to Tenacious D neophytes?
Walter --
Digby wrote a blog entry at one point about how that "flip-flop" stuff was intended to evoke the image of a flaccid penis.
That would not surprise me even one bit.
Yeah, I've always hear "uncannable," but every lyric site I've looked it up on has "incredible," so I went with it.
FL--How 'bout that? Everything is connected.
Ogged--Wow. The beginning of the song is online (Country Blues--603), and though he doesn't pronounce the 'd' it does sound like he's saying 'b'. That's even cooler than I thought.
Matt, I just listened to a version he recorded much later (and much slower) and in this one he says "be Sunday" and "my neither have a dollar nor a friend." Fun.
Oh man... House of Pain:
Feel it, funk it
Amps in the trunk
And I got more rhymes than there's cops
at a Dunkin Donuts shop
Sho 'nuff I got props
from the kids on the hill
Plus my mom and my pops
....
I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your girl steps up, I'm smackinaho
Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms
....
I'm the cream a tha crop, I rise to the top
I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a terminator
Like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Tryin to play me out like as if my name was sega
And good old Kid Rock:
What you hoes wanna do
One at a time or all at once
I'll still roll through your whole crew
Like a south bound trucker
Hoss and mother fuckers take shorts
mother fuckers take a loss
And when you step with your anger
I'm like the robot from Lost in Space
(Danger Danger)
uncannable
Hmm. I always heard it as "young cannibal."
The reference to Will Smith above (#24) forces me to admit that I love the following lines:
Women used to tease me
Give it to me now nice and easy
Since I moved up like George and Wheezy
Cream to the maximum I be askin' 'em
Would you like to bounce with the brother that's platinum.
First, I think it would be a much better world if people regularly referenced career advancement as "movin up like George and Wheezy." Second, it's somehow comforting (in the way that small, everyday defeats are comforting) to realize that I live such a banal life that some part of my dreams can be circumscribed by Will frigging Smith referencing The Jeffersons.
Ok, that's it, I have to go put Humpty on now.
If we're talking blues lyrics, by the way, my fav is:
I want a little sugar, in my bowl
I want a little sweetness, down in my soul.
Whatsa matter daddy, come on, save my soul,
Drop a little sugar in my bowl.
In contrast to all those clever boy fuckme rhymes, the simplicity of that is just breathtaking.
Best "Will Smith" rhyme:
An evil doctor shouldn't talk a lot about his feelings
My hurt and my pain don't make me too appealing
I really like:
Oh I think I'm going back down south
People where the weather suits my clothes
Lord I think I'm going back down south
Ohh, where the weather suits my clothes
Yes you kow I've been running round in Chicago so long
Ohh, 'till I'm almost done frozeThough the "weather suits my clothes" part also shows up in Everybody's Talkin' and probably a million other places as well.
I know. Ain't it great? Take that, boys.
Really, it all begins with this from RUN DMC:
I'm the king of rock, there is none higher
Sucker MC's should call me sire
To burn my kingdom, you must use fire
I won't stop rockin' till I retire
The genre of rap songs that consist of rhymes about how good one is at coming up with rhymes is, I think, the best in all of literature, especially now that that Foer guy has apparently destroyed the novel.
I want a little sugar, in my bowl
You know, I don't really see how that's any more clever than "Squeeze my lemon 'til the juice runs down my leg."
Since the claim was for simplicity, apos, what you want is "any less clever".
Tell me, milk cow, what on earth is wrong with you?
Tell me, milk cow, what on earth is wrong with you?
Well, well, you have a new calf, hoo hoo, and your milk is turnin' blue
Your calf is hungry, and I believe he needs a suck
(spoken: Now, you know that calf done got hungry)
Your calf is hungry, and I believe he needs a suck
Well, now, but the milk is turnin' blue, hoo hoo, and I believe he's outta luck
Now I feel like milkin' and my, cow won't come
I feel like churnin' it and my, milk won't turn
I'm cryin' plea-hease, please, don't do me wrong
You can give-a right milk and butter, now, baby, you-hoo, will stay at home
Also very good:
Some people say the worried blues ain't bad,
Must not a been the worried blues they had.
Lyrics for "The Coo Coo" seem hard to come by on the net.
All right, you asked for it:
First, you have the rhyme: simple monosyllables, abba. Then the first and second lines are almost exactly the same, except for the synechdoche "sugar - sweetness," and "down," which, no more needs to be said. The third line changes, and it's a direct plea--which, like the simplicity of the verse overall, connotes basic, naked longing (not to mention that gorgeous little caesura, "come on" in the middle there), and then the fourth line, we're back to "a little sugar in my bowl," same as the first line, except that we've got "drop" (which mirrors the "down" in line 2 and the "daddy" in line 3) instead of "I want"--continuing the plea, but pulling the whole lyric together with that one monosyllable. It's all sibilants, too, except for the dirty "d" (try saying it out loud, and see if you don't become really, shockingly aware of the tip of your tongue) in "down," "daddy," and "drop."
#83: Really good. I counter (though it doesn't rhyme) with
I'm gonna lay my head
On that loneseom railroad i'rn
Let the 3:19 train
Ease my troubled mind.
(Shoulda been ir'n. Dang. Pronounced "arn.")
Lyrics for "The Coo Coo" seem hard to come by on the net.
Really? Aren't there just many many version? Unless we're talking about different coo coos.
Ben, it's "Trouble in Mind." My version is Velma Middleton, with Louis Armstrong (on trumpet, not singing). It's on the "Eve's Bayou" soundtrack, which is a fantastic little collection. Nina Simone did that one, too, of course, because Nina Simone is the closest thing we ever had to god.
Search for '"coo coo is a pretty bird" -dylan' and you get practically nothing; change it to "cuckoo" and there's lots, including some that have no mention of gambling at all (all the versions I'm familiar with are pretty late, I'd guess). The problem I think was that I was including specific phrases that might not be too common ("jack of diamonds", eg).
Anyway none of the rhymes in it are that great; it's more of a cumulative thing. Since I was thinking of the Townes van Zandt version from Acoustic Blue, here's the last verse from "Waiting 'round to Die":
Now I'm out of prison, I got me a friend at last
He don't steal or cheat or drink or lie
His name's codeine, he's the nicest thing I've seen
Together we're gonna wait around and die.
I also like the chorus from Lyle Lovett's "God Will":
God will, but I won't
God does but I don't
That's the difference between God and me.
Nina Simone did that one, too, of course, because Nina Simone is the closest thing we ever had to god.
Yes.
Also try "coo coo she's a pretty bird"
Best version I've ever heard, by the way, is Clarence Ashley's, on the Anthology.
Stevie Wonder is definitely in the firmament, but Nina is the queen. Ever see her in concert? She would lecture the audience if they weren't sufficiently appreciative. Very god-like indeed.
Ever see her in concert? She would lecture the audience if they weren't sufficiently appreciative.
My girlfriend (who, incidentally, is named after Nina Simone) saw her, said she sang three songs, left the stage, and then came back to tell everybody to get the hell home, because she was done.
Awesome.
(Am glad she felt like singing more than that when I saw her.)
I have a Clarence Ashley collection with a recording of it, I wonder if it's the same. It also has him doing "Housecarpenter" (aka by the much cooler name "James Harris the Demon Lover"), which I once heard the transcendent Dawn McCarthy perform live.
Really, it all begins with this from RUN DMC:
should continue:
You don't even know your English, verb and noun
You're just a sucker MC, you sad faced clown
(I just dare someone to call Run DMC 'old school'.)
b--
I'll give you sugar for sugar, you'll get salt for salt
If you can't get along with me, it's your own fault.
Also
I bought the groceries* and I paid the rent
She wants me to wash her clothes but I got good common sense
*Harry Smith and everybody has "gold ring" but that's wrong and I'm sticking to it.
The first verse may be the best:
Times ain't now nothing like they used to be
I'm telling the truth, you can take it from me.
...and I got the "oop," too. I was just going for the assist.
Ben, I just listened to the TVZ Acoustic Blue version. He does a similar, but somehow much better, version on Abnormal. (Same with "Lungs.")
There are many Ashley recordings of "coo coo." None I've heard is as chilling as the Anthology version (again, ditto for "Housecarpenter," where his Anthology recording is the best I've heard).
I'll give you sugar for sugar, you'll get salt for salt
Everyone should read Riddley Walker.
And while we're talking about dirty lyrics and Clarence Ashley, I remind you all of this.
Joe D--oddly enough, the quotes in 99 are from "James Alley Blues." (Except for the one from "Sucker MCs.")
I only have a few TVZ albums--that one, Our Mother the Mountain, and Live at the Old Quarter. What I like about the Acoustic Blue recording is how hopeless and wearied he sounds singing it, and the way the guitar playing is, well, I don't want to say perfunctory-sounding, but something like that.
It seems like I should actually get that dang anthology.
If that's what you like about it, trust me, you'll love Abnormal.
The Anthology is the best music purchase I've ever made.
Wait, wait! Where is sugar / sugar, salt / salt from? I'm missing the references here. It's mean as hell, but it's good...
B-Wo--Yes, get the anthology. I didn't get it for a couple of years because all the indie-rock hipsters were all over it, then I got it and it turned out to be every bit as good as they said. At least I get to make fun of people who came on after o brother where art thou for bandwagon-jumping.
Shit, yes, 102 was me.
The "sugar sugar salt salt" is also on the Anthology, but I can't remember which song.
B, that's from "James Alley Blues," by Richard "Rabbit" Brown, on the totally indispensable Anthology of American Folk Music. Bob Dylan alludes to it in "Crash on the Levee (Down in the Flood)."
And here are the complete lyrics to "James Alley Blues."
A little late to the party, but I'll confess to a childhood fascination* with:
Hitler has only one left ball
Göring has two, but they are small
Himmler has something sim'lar
And Goebbels has no balls at all.
Part of it's the complexity of the internal rhymes. Part of it's just the balls.
*Neither term of which has apparently ended.
Ah, should have reloaded/previewed. Thanks, Matt.
I wonder what you folk types would think of groups like Stone Breath, P.G. Six, or the MV/EE Medicine Show.
b--it's actually six CDs and a bit pricey, but worth every penny--the link I left upthread to "Country Blues" takes you to the Smithsonian Folkways webiste for the Anth.
I have some quarrels with the transcription of those lyrics as a rendition of what Brown sings, but nemmine. (And I don't stand by everything in 99, since it's from memory.)
Yeah, I'll throw it on the wish list and see if some admirer will buy it for me. Otherwise, I'll try to wheedle it for Christmas or something.
Digital Underground/Humpty -
I like my beats funky, I'm spunky I like my oatmeal lumpy.
And really, my all time favorite. Even though I dissed Chuck in a previous thread, I wouldn't have finished the disertation without:
Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
My deejay is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya know He can cut a record from side to side
So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide....
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono
Run-DMC first said a deejay could be a band
Stand on its feet, get you out your seat
Beat is for Eric B. and LL, as well, hell
Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bells
Ever forever, universal, it will sell
Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it
Aside from the Humpty Dance, there are two classic passages in the minor Digital Underground hit "Same Song"
- 2Pac's verse, which begins with
"Now I clown around when I hang around with the Underground
Girls who used to frown say I'm down when I come around
Gas me, and when they pass me, they used to diss me
Harass me, but now they ask me if they can kiss me"
- and Humpty Hump's part, which as I recall is:
"Hypothetical political lyrical Miracle Whip
Like butter my rhymes are legit
I'm Humpty, not Humpty Dumpty, but Humpty Hump
Here a Hump, there a Hump, everywhere I'm Humpty Hump"
- followed by Shock G, who is actually the same person as Humpty Hump, telling him "Shut up and just listen".
Of more recent vintage, Murphy Lee's contribution to Nelly's "Air Force Ones":
"I'm in the Foot Locker, lookin like I need those
10 1/2 and if you got 'em, give me two of those
I can tell she never seen Murphy Lee before
'Cause she's just standin there as if I'm shootin free throws"
Also Lil' Wayne, in "Shine":
"OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin'
All these carats like I'm a fuckin vegetarian
Niggas play, I bury them; y'all already knowin'
I threw up my arm and bitches thought it started snowin'".
People always cite the Beastie Boys for this, but the only couplet of theirs I like is "I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast / But I'm intercontinental when I eat french toast". Q-Tip's guest appearance on "Get It Together" is also comedy gold.
"I eat the fuckin pineapple Now or Laters
Listen to me now; don't listen to me later
Fuck it 'cause I know I didn't make it fuckin rhyme for real
Yo but technically, I'm as hard as steel"
- That's genius.
And every guest appearance Ludacris has done on everything, with Chingy's "Holidae Inn" being the top of the tops. I will now recite from memory:
Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby rub on your nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little; make your mammary glands jiggle
Got it all under control with a bowl of tender vittles
Dr. Giggles; won't stop until it tickles
I play a little D and I'll make your mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles; got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat but these balls are not wiffle
Hit 'em in triples, with no strikes, stripes or whistles
I ain't felt this good since my [indecipherable]
Sippin' on Ripple; I got quarters, dimes and nickels
For shizzle, dizzle; I'm on a track with the big Snoop Dizzle.
I also like, from "In the Jailhouse Now":
I knew a man named Ramblin' Bob
He used to steal, gamble and rob
My mom went to see Nina Simone in 1970 or something and she told me she left because of all the negative remarks Simone made about white people. I don't know the details though.
At the time, my mom was, of course, a hippie, and a Nina Simone fan, so it must have been something pretty surprising to make her leave.
It would be worthwhile creating an amazon associates link to a Townes Van Zandt album on the homepage, since at least one person is planning on buying one as a result of this thread.
Also:
An' I wanna liquefy everybody gone dry
Or plug into the aerials that poke up in the sky
Or burn down the suburbs with the half-closed eyes
You won't succeed unless you try
- Clash City Rockers
THe scary part now, is that whyen I got in early this morning I let the Ipod in the office play the rap. I usually don't, because someone will find something to be offended by. (from "Farrakhan's a prophet who I think you ought to listen to" to bitches and hos, to "my Uzi weighs a ton" ) Doiing so has helped my mood considerably and interestingly, dramatically changed all the secretaries vision of me. But then shuffle puts Frank Sinatra up next:
The summerwind came blowing in from across the sea. It lingered there, to touch your hair and walk with me.
Johnny Mercer.
Is this thing still on?
They gut huts with gusto
Pillage villages with verve
War does what she has to
People get what they deserve