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chaifootsteps · 1 month

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Log Anon here

Now, usually when I talk about other anons I act like some sort of god. Case and point that unending search threat. But now, I’ve been inspired to use my shitty writing skills to make lyrics about how much that anon’s song sucked.

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ANON! Let’s start with the fact that this Rapper thought he was a genius.

Sitting there on a chair hoping that Viv would touch their penis.

Man, the whole thing is unreadable, agreeably irredeemable.

I’m filled with laughter that they didn’t think that grammar matter, making it damn unappeasable.

Here’s a lesson, never randomise where capitalise letters, it doesn’t make it better, make sure you fix this error.

Anon coming in here thinking their Chai’s terror, but you’re a joke so just give up the endeavour.

The damn block you wrote makes you a damn dope

As well next time you write keep the swears out or do you need some bloody soap?

Here’s things you should’ve realised before you started to theorise.

Chai speaks about Viv because Anon’s bring it up most of the time.

“to Survive or to live”, yo, Mr Potatohead, that line should’ve been cut in half since they don’t rhyme so I’m charging ya for this lyrical crime.

The irony of bringing up witch when you fail to spell.

The hell Chai getting caught for? Revealing pedophiles and workplace abuse?

I hope you know what you’re doing because hating that has no excuse.

You’re the damn fool, you drooling tool, for getting all blue because someone can live both on and off the wifi.

Honestly your likability is so low that when you visit, all of South Africa cry.

I’m seeing lines so unrefined, so horribly designed, that would make Shakespeare want to die.

I think the real freak is the one posted a mediocre rap to defend a bad show.

Every argument you bring up blows and annoyingly disrupts the flow.

Poor attitude? At least be brave and show your true account if you gonna diss.

You tried your shot at internet fame but too bad that by next month no one will know this exists.

The reason no one leaves the hate is because there’s still people who still need to learn.

Now where’s your next burns, oh wait, you playing favourites this turn?

Aw man, this is weak, you think you’re making them meek, you’re one weird freak.

Rhyming must be tough for a kindengartener, butthey know how to rhyme different words.

The logic you bring for Scienceservant name is worse than the smell of a pile of turds.

I ask the same question, is it worth it to do this when you’re nothing but absurd?

Damn, only a cuck can bother someone while trying to suck off another.

ANON! Why the fuck can’t you write?

You say Chai’s hiding but you are too, coward.

You act like you’re the best when your personality, scent and everything else are soured.

Boy, you’re the ending of Danny Phantom, bad, confusing, and an insult to creation itself.

Now go put on your diaper before you go pee yourself.

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At least this won’t the worst rap on this blog

From the ballpit we come and to the ballpit we will all return.

#Anonymous #log anon #image reply #viv stuff #actual blog post

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x-heesy · 2 months

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Rockstar, rebound

Bitch you know we ballin'

Always at my phone to find another hoe was callin'

I'm on the team, I'ma shoot for three

Breakin' new means

Then I release

Hittin' that buzza beater (Ugh)

Winnin' the game, I'm winnin' (Ugh)

I let my brother beat 'em (Ugh)

I couldn't lose if Lucifer made me a loser

I jump from the fuckin' bleachers

Rockstar, rebound

Bitch you know we ballin'

Always at my phone to find another hoe was callin'

Why she callin' my phone?

I don't know

I couldn't answer 'cause I'm on a boat

Got the remote 'cause you know I control

All the waves that you ride like I told ya

This that super fly drop kick shit

All these motherfuckers jumpin' in the moshpit quick

If you got a big booty, better pop that shit

I've been lookin' for a biddy that will rock my dick

Need a new flow, then I'll top this shit

Me and Swvde be the team

Always comin' with the hits

Everybody love it when we drop them shits

I'ma spit it 'til I hit it then I got my fix

I don't even look like I should rap but yo I kill this shit

Workin' 'til his perfect fingers hurtin'

Know you feel this shit (Ugh)

I spit a couple of bars at a time

Off of the dope but I'm coming out fine

Trippy been droppin' full bottles of wine

Now that bitch over we ready to grind

I'm a goof and that's just the way I am

Don't follow the rules and I don't stick to the plan

Okay you know me, that don't mean that you're my friend

So all that shit you was talkin' you say it was all just pretend

(Hold up, hold up, wait up, hold up)

Gotta change it up a little bit like she gon' be with me

Got the boba fett up in the blunt

We high as we can be

Out in Colorado for a while

I'm in the 303

Sendin' my vocals to Dutchman we gon' be like

Leedle Leedle Lee

Hit the sto' for weed

I'm TrippthaKid, I get the tree for free

Pass the blunt to him so he get lifted

Never seein' me

Higher than the universe

You know you wanna be a G

TrippythaKid the G.O.A.T

Y'all already know

You never beatin' me

Hit the sto' for weed

I'm TrippthaKid, I get the tree for free

Pass the blunt to him so he get lifted

Never seein' me

Higher than the universe

You know you wanna be a G

TrippythaKid the G.O.A.T

Y'all already know

You never beatin' me

Shoutout to Swvde

Shoutout to Dutchman

Shoutout to TrippythaKid

You guys are so sick

You work so hard at your craaaaft

Oh my God

Leedle Leedle Lee by TrippyThaKid v4

@bethanythestrange @luna---zylum @bigbonzo @seanisnothing

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vienecash300 · 2 months

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Album: The State vs DeMerea Pasquale

Artist: Squalee 2x

Release Date: 13 February 2024

This publication has waited patiently for a complete project from the enigmatic Squalee 2x. By my count 3 years of teases and leaks and snippets have served to wet the appetite of the local listener. We hear him rap we hear him sing. What will the album be like? In a word. Surprising. A single conversation with DeMerea Pasquale will reveal that he is deeper than his often goofy internet persona. Struggles with substance abuse, family issues and relationship problems are worn on the sleeve of this artist like a badge of honor. “The State” is heavily reflective of these facts. The beats mostly guitar driven mostly lack driving bass with notable exceptions. on “The Second Crash Always Hurts Worse” a simple acoustic guitar moves the beat and a feature from local artist C Klip brings us into the heavily autotuned vocals of Squalee who’s crooning is made not only bearable but rhythmic and pleasant by the effects used in production.

Sticking to the guitar-driven but this time complimenting with snare Squalee gives us “Love Sick in Springfield” a break up song that runs almost systematically through the stages of emotion associated with relationship cessation. The hook is an earworm that finds Squalee alternating keys to a remarkably listenable song.

“Letter to my Granny” has Squalee sing-rapping with slightly less vocal effect applied. A heartfelt ballad /tell all “Letter” is an outstanding example of doublet flow that reminds me of Scarface…if he used autotune.

Squalee kicks what sounds remarkbly like a YFN Lucci song on “Perky Dreaming” This song comes very close to being a traditional rap song entirely excluding Squalee’s wailing drone instead opting for a rapped hook and verses.

Springfield heavyweight Junior Pasare lends his vocals to “Menace to Society” a snare-and-bass track. He releases a rapid-fire Rod Wave style verse that gives the song a back bone while Squalee provides the lifeblood.

“Perky Eyes” is on the surface a Lil Peep inspired drug ballad. In true Squalee fashion the song is deeper than that acting as a cautionary tale to anyone listening. The drugs in this song are not glorified they are a side note as Squalee states repeatedly “I don’t really do drugs anymore”.

SKYLARPENDERGAST features on “Broken Promises” Skylar has appeared in this publication before. His unique voice of reminiscent of 21 Pilots , pleasing to the ear and radio ready.

Finally Squalee enlists the help of Big Homie Hom one of this productions favorite artists. On “Water remix” Squalee comes out kicking dope ass ad-lib laden triplets. Hom steps on the track like a dead Newport his distinctive voice marinating the track for the producer to cook it to perfection. “Dior Cypher” rounds the project out with 4 quick rap-and-go verses over a trap style beat. C Klip, Montana 2x EgoDeath and Prince Cash each deliver nasty verses one after another leaving the listener no time to breathe between them.

Ok Squalee, so waiting 3 years was worth it. This album is firstly a full-length LPwhich in and of itself is a miracle in 2024. The album is easy to play all the way through notably because it’s like listening to three different projects. The spirit of Lil Peep floats over the first few tracks like a hip hop specter. RIP PEEP THO 💯. The next few songs are a trip into a late 90s early 00s mind trip with flows directly out of that time and beats quite similar. Finally the last couple songs inflect a newer dare-I-say trappier vibe with songs that would be right in place alongside 21 Savage or Lil Yachty.

This is a helluva project. The raw emotion of the first few tracks bleeds enough anguish for a Double album. The last track being a cypher is a great way to switch up and avoid monotonous droning. Squalee, take a bow. This shit Smacks. 💯💯💯

CKlip

Jr Pasare.

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qphrodiite · 17 days

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Epic Rap Battles of History

Donatello, Michelangelo, Leonardo, Raphael

Versus

Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello, and Raphael

Begin

Cowabunga dude, so let's get it on

Reptiles against the fathers of the Renaissance

We got the classical technique

To kick these three toed freaks back under the street

I take a turtle and I turn him into mincemeat

You don't really wanna step to da Vinci

I love the ladies, I like to keep it mellow

So let me pass the mic to my man Donatello

Hard shell, but you're gross in the middle

Wouldn't wanna touch you with a six-foot chisel

Born in goop, raised in poop

I slice through a group of ninjas like fruit oops

Yo, Raphael and I came to flow

Deemed dope by the Pope and I boned 'til I croaked

I'm an emcee Shredder, but I get the feeling

I should pass it up to my man on the ceiling

Oh, Michelangelo, and I'm giant

I made David but I'll slay you like Goliath

I'm a rap God and you can't quite touch me

This battle's your last judgment, trust me

We drop science

We got the mathematics

The architects of rebirth are rap addicts

You beat the Foot but it won't go well

When you catch an Italian, boot to the half shell

The wisdom of our master (Splinter)

Taught us not to rush to violence (Splinter)

But our master (Master Splinter)

Ain't here dude

I don't think you wanna mess with my katana blades

Get back in your floppy helicopter, fly away

I can bebop and steady rock a mic sucka

I'm a pristine Sistine nun chucka

Oh, hi, I'm a cool but rude guy

Put you back in school with the tip of my two sai

Dona-tell me who you are again, dude?

'Cause I don't Gattamelata clue what you do

That's because you mutants are too immature

You wouldn't know genius if it pissed in your sewer

We got the talents and the minds and the rhymes so sweet

We're like your NES game 'cause we can't be beat

Yo, go ahead and hate, we'll just skate on by

You guys draw more dicks than New York pride

We're the TMNT drop-kicking Italy

Chowing on your tower made of pizza

Save a slice for me

I fucking love epic rap battles of history please touch my girlpenis

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harlowtales · 1 year

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“You never told me you have a Daddy fetish.” Jack said in a slightly higher voice because he was trying to appear cool and not concerned at all.

“It’s just something I noticed about myself not too long ago, but it’s not really important.” You reasoned

“A fetish is an obsession isn’t it?” Jack leaned in wanting to know where he could take this new found knowledge.

“Not really, more like….a heightened…umm… very specific interest.” You replied while flipping through your magazine.

You and Jack just started working at Chic-Fil-A together. He was so cute with his curls in his face talking about how he got next in the rap game. It kind of got heated between you 2 at a work thing when he first started. His nonchalant demeanour was hard to ignore. He was just figuring himself out after high school but was so adorable and kind of sexy. He made you feel a bunch of different ways at the same time, but overall he was so easy to talk to and confide in. Nothing would come of it because you just got out of something and were a bit older. One day on break you were talking about fantasies and you revealed you had a daddy fetish.

“So, you only like older men then?” Jack inquired

“Not really, but I…” You fidgeted under the pressure of the question. You felt your palms start to sweat. “I like the power differential. Like whoever I’m with in the bedroom and maybe outside of it is..dominant you know? But its a bit like a game. Not on some sick shit, but..I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned it.” You said closing your magazine and awkwardly checking the time on your phone. “Time to go back” you said bringing the discussion to a permanent close as far as you were concerned.

“Whoah…you’re not leaving it like that.” Jack said stopping you from heading back in. “We got 7mins left”

“Jack I’d rather not. I’m sorry you’ll have to let it go ok?” You said placing your hand on his chest and looking up at him and smiling.

A surge of energy went through Jack’s body at your touch. He decided to google this daddy thing when he got off work. After a quick search when he was off his shift, Jack couldn’t believe what he was reading. “Urb, check this shit out man. He said showing Urban his phone. This the type shit y/n likes.”

“Da fuk? Her? No way!” Urban said as he was putting the chairs on the tables to start mopping for closing. He had a joint behind his ear ready to cut the lights and lock up.

“You like y/n huh.” Urban stated as much as he asked as they caught the bus to the open mic that night. He knew his best friend’s type. Sweet, cute, smart, laughed at his jokes, and ambitious. You were a Philosophy major. Jack wondered what you would do with that these days, but he loved to hear you talk about it. It opened up his mind. You were helping his music without knowing it. It made him more creative after talking to you about life and he could hit the booth and just flow.

“She’s different bro. I can’t explain it.” Jack said. “We talk and talk. This shit just intimidates me.”

“You? Intimidated?” Urban was surprised. The way Jack was chasing his dreams he didn’t often remember his friend had insecurities or even fears.

“She’s just so dope and now this?” Jack said discouraged. He was just gaining experience with women outside of high school girls and if this is what was out there he was afraid to look inexperienced.

The open mic night was a late one. Jack and Urban were falling asleep on the bus when Jack got your text. You had been thinking about what you told him and how it affected him. You couldn’t deny your attraction for him, but he was younger and you worked together, it would make things weird. In spite of all this reasoning you found yourself texting “Hey I can’t sleep.”

Jack shot up out of dozing off and hurriedly texted back as if you would disappear on the other end if he delayed a second. “I’m here.” He messaged back “You ok?”

“Do you think I’m dirty?” You texted cautiously

Jack felt himself starting to rise at your question and the sweet way you asked it “No. I… I think it’s cool you told me.” He answered.

“Can you come by? Are you busy?” You replied

“I would love too, but I can’t.” He lied as he swallowed hard. “I have a thing early tomorrow”

“Ok no worries. Have a good night Jack.” You were just mortified. Now he knew a secret about you. You liked him, and thought he liked you, but he was just being a nice guy.

The next day at work you decided to just focus on what you were doing. You weren’t in a chit chatty mood. Especially with Jack. “I need 3 spicy chicken sandwiches with no mayo.” You said to the back. Jack shot you a little grin and waved from the back as he had just come on shift but you barely acknowledged him. He noticed this change in your attitude as he noticed everything about you. At break time he couldn’t find you as you avoided the usual back area where you and him sat and talked and went for a walk on campus. After work he cornered you as you closed together. “You mop and I’ll close the till ok?” You ordered.

Jack said not a word and grabbed the mop. As you closed the till and wiped down the counter with intensity he knew he had to approach you. As he put the mop away he waved his hand in your face. “Hey y/n, da fuck is wrong with you? You aight?”

You stopped cleaning for a second and just nodded yes. He came up behind you. “Hey” you heard his deep smooth voice say with more force now. “It’s just us here. Tell me what’s wrong.” This slightly more commanding energy made something rise up in you but you tried to push it away.

“I said I’m good.” You confirmed believing this would frustrate him and he’d go away.

“And I said….Tell me what’s wrong.” He towered over you, looking directly down on you.

“Jack stop.” Is all you could say feeling yourself folding and putting a hand to his chest as if that would halt him getting ever closer to you.

“Remember that little moment we had in the bathroom at the work party?” He asked closing in.

“Um yeah, what about it?” You said flippantly

“Did you like it?” He asked his eyebrow raised in anticipation of your answer.

“Jack I can’t.” You said almost in tears attempting to push him away, but he was firmly holding you now.

“Cut the lights.” He said in a low serious tone.

You found yourself obeying him and turned off all the lights in the front of the store. He led you to the back staff room with a couch. “Whatever you’re thinking its a no. I am older than you and…” You started to protest

Jack completely ignored you as he kissed you slightly at first as if to get a taste and shut you up. He continued to back you into a wall as he pressed his soft lips into yours and locked in your delicious tongue. You hadn’t noticed he already locked the door and dimmed the lights. Your head was spinning. He was a sweet kid. Who was this commanding man? What was happening?

His curls cascaded out of his hat as he took it off. He slipped his work tshirt over his head to reveal his smooth skin and chest heaving with controlled excitement. Then he slowly slipped off his pants and his underwear as he looked at you directly with his piercing blue eyes. You hid your face behind your hands as you couldn’t believe how large it was and how hard it was getting. “Take everything off.” He demanded in his raspy drawl. “Slowly. I want to see it all.” He said as he separated the belt from his pants.

You followed his orders taking off your hat and slinking out of your work shirt. Jack stared at you with the belt in his teeth. Your mind was racing wondering what he was planning on doing with it. “I never should have told him about my fetish.” You thought regrettably

“Come on now the pants.” Jack said impatiently

“But… you said go slow.” You said removing your pants faster.

Jack came closer to you with the belt. “Did you just speak?” He said “Bend over.”

He slid the belt down your back. The smooth leather went cool on your warm skin as it trailed down to your behind. Jack let go a sharp and light snap on your tender cheek.

“Uughh god!” You exclaimed through clenched teeth. He soothed your pain by caressing and kissing where it had turned red and sore.

He began to circle around you as you slipped one bra strap off your shoulder, then another. He took a step back as your soft breasts spilled out and gazed at them, taking you all in. He ran a finger across each nipple making you shiver and reached into your underwear to test your pool of passion. He pushed 3 fingers into you making you moan as you weren’t ready and removed them with a side grin as he saw how much you craved him.

“Open your mouth” He whispered in your ear.

You did as you were told and sucked intently on his finger wet with your juices as you looked him in the eye. “Mmmmm.” You said seductively

“Does daddy’s little girl like that?” He asked sweetly

You nodded in agreement filled with excitement at how well Jack knew the games you wanted to play.

“As long as your good I won’t have to spank you.” He said sternly.

You were tingling with delight. You were so concerned with Jack thinking weird things about you and here he was indulging you in your fantasies. You wanted to play and you want to play with him. Suddenly you felt another snap of the belt on your behind. You covered your mouth to not scream in pain but it quickly turned to intense pleasure.

“Jack.” You said after the sting left

“Mmmm?” He said kissing your neck and caressing your shoulders

“Can I trust you?” You asked turning around and looked up at him

“Hey… he said drawing you close. I’m totally a safe place for you. I really care about you y/n.” Jack breathed touching his nose to yours.

“You don’t have to do anything crazy to show me you care. I shouldn’t have said anything about some stupid fetish. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you have to do this to get my attention because you have it 100%. Ok? Daddy.” Jack raised his eyebrow at you calling him Daddy. He had to admit it fed all his Alphaness.

“So I can drop this stupid belt?” He said. “Did my spanking hurt?”

“Yes but I liked it.” You said biting your bottom lip

Jack engulfed you in his big arms. You both stood there naked. “I’m cold” you said

“Ok sorry baby. Let’s go to your dorm and warm up.” He said kissing you.”

“What the hell were we doing?”He laughed.

“Ha! You killed it though. I actually believed for a second… Daddy.” You said as you and Jack entered your apartment.

“What do you mean you believed it for a second?” Jack said offended.

“Well I mean you’re a sweetheart Jack. Being dominant isn’t your thing.” You said as you tidied up as you weren’t prepared for a guest.

Without warning Jack smacked your ass hard with an open hand. “Oooowwww! WTF?!” You squealed. He pushed you onto your couch and pinned you down.

“How dare you say I’m a sweetheart?” Jack growled as he started kissing you on your stomach and fondling your breasts.

“Come on Jack.” You started to laugh, but quickly saw he wasn’t laughing.

“That’s Daddy to you.” He said seriously as he pulled your pants off and his own. Immediately he stuck it in and muffled your cries by pressing his lips to yours.

“Jack!!!” You exclaimed into his hand as he thrust into you. He pushed your legs back and put his full weight on you his full size expanding your space.

“My god” you moaned loudly your eyes reaching for an explanation.

“Fuck..” Jack breathed. He had wanted to taste you for so long. All the fooling around and months of tension. He was finally inside of you, your back arching, walls tightening and collapsing as you climaxed. It was rough and deep. Your mind couldn’t believe that sweet, kind Jack was ramming his hips into yours. Jack took one of your breasts in his mouth sucking hard while biting your nipple. You winced in pain and a smile crept onto his face. Your nails sank into his back as you clenched around him. He gave you no break and continued pushing into you, his swollen head rubbing your G-Spot.

“Jack please! I came, I need a break” You whispered weakly.

“No.” He said firmly looking into your eyes and increasing his intensity. Tears started to roll silently down your cheeks as you felt a sensation into your inner thighs. He kept up the pace of throbbing pressure and pleasure. You felt his pulsating head pull out of you abruptly as he pinned down your arms with his knees and released into your warm tight throat.

You drank his thick creamy essence in satisfaction. He flopped on the couch heaving in a sweaty mess. His curls sticking to his forehead. He wanted you to be more than a friend and now he didn’t know how you felt. You stayed on your back, wiping his dripping cum from the side of your mouth deep in thought.

“Y/n” Jack said out of breath “what are you thinking?”

“Just that…I thought you were so sweet and how could you satisfy my appetite is beyond me. I’m just soaking it all in.” You mused.

“And drinking it you nasty freak.” Jack said as he propped himself up on his elbow looking at you with that sleepy side grin.

“Jack, I know you’re going to blow up.” You said looking at him while lighting a joint. You were so satisfied you needed to smoke.

“You think so” he said shyly looking down and awkwardly adjusting his glasses.

“You definitely will and I’ll always be a fan.” You said ruffling his curls.

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randomvarious · 2 months

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Today's compilation:

Mikrofoncheck 2 2000 Hip Hop

No, Phife, you got it exactly right! This is Mikrofoncheck 2, a turn-of-the-millennium double-disc that highlights a bunch of good German rap tunes that were pretty clearly inspired by the US' own underground rap landscape at the time. And maybe I'm not the most equipped person to post about German rap, because I barely know any German words myself, but hear me out: the great thing about listening to rap in any language that you personally don't understand is that you don't have to involuntarily use any brainpower in order to interpret lyrics; and when you're not busying yourself with that aspect, you can then dedicate your focus to other parts of an MC's craft, like timing, flow, delivery, mic presence, etc. I feel like when dope US acts get little to no love in their home city, but then go on tour overseas and sell out venues in places where the people know barely any English at all, it means that there's a certain universality to rap skills. Like, you don't have to get what's being said in order for it to resonate. You dig?

So, speaking of underappreciated US acts, New York's Arsonists are on this release's very first track, with a remix of German rap pioneer Torch's "Die Welt brennt" that features a verse from one of The Arsonists' own members, Freestyle. If you know your 90s-2000s New York underground rap stuff, then you know that The Arsonists make S-tier music. They never broke big, of course, but they were one of the top groups to be featured on the Stretch & Bobbito Show, a legendary program that aired during the ungodly hours of 1-5 a.m. on Thursday nights/Friday mornings on Columbia University's radio station, 89.9 FM WKCR. But despite that absurd time slot, Stretch & Bob were still able to bring in a long, long who's who of unsigned and underground talent into the studio that would later go on to smash on a commercial level, including Nas, Jay-Z, Notorious B.I.G., Big L, DMX, Busta Rhymes, and a whole lot of others. I actually caught the premiere of a Stretch & Bob documentary back in the mid-2010s in Central Park, and right before that showing was a concert that featured a bunch of the acts who ended up making that whole show what it was. And you already know that The Arsonists were on that stage, man!

Here's a little introduction to Stretch & Bob if you're not familiar:

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Anyway, while that Arsonists remix is great, and is probably the tune that would get most people to cop this release in the first place, I don't think that it's this album's best song, overall; because that honor goes to Nico Suave's "Barkeeper." Nico has a super lame stage name, *BUT,* when you're talking about a full package of beats and rhymes, nothing else on this album tops that one. Astonishingly, the full-length, nearly five-minute version of this tune only has 344 views on YouTube, but this really feels like one of those bits of early 2000s gold that you'd randomly stumble across on Limewire back in the day. And I'm probably only saying that because the beat is on some smooth and soul-piercingly jazzy Nujabes type of tip. And if you knew Nujabes before YouTube, Samurai Champloo, and 'Chill lo-fi beats to study to,' it was probably because either you or one of your friends discovered him via file sharing.

And I know what some of you may be inevitably thinking: 'German rap? That actually sounds corny as hell.' But you're wrong. The German language may be sharp and clunky and it really may not seem all that compatible with rap on its face, but the beauty of it is that there's a deep uniqueness to the German language that has people rapping in ways that non-German speakers are fully incapable of doing themselves. Within every language are vast amounts of intricacies, with each one possessing its own capabilities and possibilities; and German rap really seems to unlock something that no other type of rap can, because there's no other language in this world that's really quite like German.

And on top of all that, a bunch of these beats simply slap too 😋.

Highlights:

CD1:

Torch feat. Freestyle - "Die Welt brennt (Arsonists remix)" Chosen Few - "Raw Beauty" Tim X-Treme - "Weird Shit" Lyn - "Blenda" Plattenpapzt feat. Tefla & Jaleel - "Wenn Zonis reisen" ABS - "Mathematik" Deichkind - "Was der Anlass" Nico Suave - "Barkeeper" Marburg Asozial - "Rap-Attack-Uppa-Cut"

CD2 (DJ mix by DJ Swift, which mostly consists of the same tracks from CD1):

Square One feat. Johnny Dolo - "Until Then..." Torch feat. Freestyle - "Die Welt brennt (Arsonists remix)" Deichkind - Was Der Anlass" Lyn - "Blenda" Nico Suave - "Barkeeper" Marburg Asozial - "Rap-Attack-Uppa-Cut" ABS - "Mathematik" Plattenpapzt feat. Tefla & Jaleel - "Wenn Zonis Reisen" Stieber Twins - "Malaria"

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roppongi-division · 2 months

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Alternative Rap Battle (Private Party Ver.)

Bring the Beat!

[Kai:]

I live for the pain, the fight, the glory, and the game. I'm not afraid to win. Why? Cause I'll still remain the same.

Nothing will ever sway or change me. Hate me, love me, I'll still be one of the best alive, I guarantee!

Music is my bread and butter, I create it every day. I only hope that it can pull someone from the gutter.

To my fans and friends, thank you for having my back. And to my enemies, some advice: don't turn your back on the Wolfpac!

Mayhem and upheaval, Hypnosis Mic! A rivalry of champions, Alternative Battle!

Throw us some ill beats, DJ Sparks fly off the desperation! We cram into these rhymes!

This is no exhibition, it’s a historic battle! The format is ruthless, this otherworldly magic!

We’re greedy, east, west, south, north! Till we take it all, we’ll throw these insults!

Take or get taken, there’s no time to hold a grudge.

Are you game for more? Do you want more!

[Mireya:]

Worried about what the opposition might say? May I ask why? Their opinions don't matter at the end of the day.

Don't waste your time listening to the 'baaing' of sheep. Every little thing they say is like them: just cheap!

If there's something out there you want, then go get it! Work hard and obtain it, though it may take a minute.

Most of all, don't make apologies for your greed! This life is made for you to succeed!

Run and gun, Hypnosis Mic! Violently valorous rhyme power, alternative rap!

Connect these dope beats, DJ! Quickly snatching it up for real, and stuffing it full!

One for the treble, two for the bass! Painful brats may die but the flow never will!

This battle of rhymes is karmic retribution! Till we take it all, we’ll throw these insults!

Take or get taken, there’s no time to hold a grudge.

Are you game for more? Do you want more?

[Zakari:]

Darn it, why'd you have to and go wake me up? I was having a dream that I was flying in the air with the birds!

Ha, just kidding! I don't need to pretend. What do I mean? Well, I'm already soaring through the sky with my wings!

Only when it's time to do my job do I finally come down. Ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourselves to be astound!

After that, it's finally time for the fun to begin! Do want you want. It won't matter. Cause in the end, I win!!

Mayhem and upheaval, Hypnosis Mic! A rivalry of champions, Alternative Battle! Throw us some ill beats, DJ Sparks fly off the desperation!

We cram into these rhymes! This is no exhibition, it’s a historic battle! The format is ruthless, this otherworldly magic!

We’re greedy, east, west, south, north. Till we take it all, we’ll throw these insults. Run and gun, Hypnosis Mic! Violently valorous rhyme power, alternative rap. Connect these dope beats, DJ Quickly snatching it up for real, and stuffing it full!

One for the treble, two for the bass. Painful brats may die but the flow never will. This battle of rhymes is karmic retribution. Till we take it all, we’ll throw these insults.

Take or get taken, there’s no time to hold a grudge.

Are you game for more? Do you want more?

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #private party #roppongi division #kai quinlan #mireya quinlan #zakari hiroya #hypnosis mic alternative rap battle

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arakawa-division · 2 months

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Alternative Rap Battle (Sounds of Silence Ver.)

Bring the Beat!

[Alexis:]

Many young kids look at war as all glory. But don't be deceived, it's hell. Some don't live to tell their story.

Blood, sweat and tears are the prices that we pay. But we pay them gladly in hopes that our loved ones stay safe.

Into the mouth of the abyss, I march once more. In deadly silence, upon the enemy's shore.

With this act, I hope my loyalty is revealed. The time for talk is over, back to the battlefield!

Mayhem and upheaval, Hypnosis Mic! A rivalry of champions, Alternative Battle!

Throw us some ill beats, DJ Sparks fly off the desperation! We cram into these rhymes!

This is no exhibition, it’s a historic battle! The format is ruthless, this otherworldly magic!

We’re greedy, east, west, south, north! Till we take it all, we’ll throw these insults!

Take or get taken, there’s no time to hold a grudge.

Are you game for more? Do you want more!

[Diệu:]

Only the weak hesitate in the face of victory. But why? Who doesn't want to make their mark on history?

But then again, I suppose there are fools who fear success. More is expected and they'll collapse under the stress.

As for me, I love a challenge. It gives me a thrill. Anything to erase the boredom until my next kill.

So, I'll sit and watch as you slowly languish, while I drink from the cup of your tears and anguish.

Run and gun, Hypnosis Mic! Violently valorous rhyme power, alternative rap!

Connect these dope beats, DJ! Quickly snatching it up for real, and stuffing it full!

One for the treble, two for the bass! Painful brats may die but the flow never will!

This battle of rhymes is karmic retribution! Till we take it all, we’ll throw these insults!

Take or get taken, there’s no time to hold a grudge.

Are you game for more? Do you want more?

[Ivelisse:]

Must keep calm at all times and maintain focus. Otherwise, the simplest things will escape notice.

It's sad how people lose themselves to fury and rage. A wrong look or word and you'll find yourself in a cage.

"Anger begins in folly and soon ends in repentance." They don't care about the costs, so long as they have vengeance.

I visualize the image of the world in my mind, eagerly awaiting the day when we all become kind.

Mayhem and upheaval, Hypnosis Mic! A rivalry of champions, Alternative Battle! Throw us some ill beats, DJ Sparks fly off the desperation!

We cram into these rhymes! This is no exhibition, it’s a historic battle! The format is ruthless, this otherworldly magic!

One for the treble, two for the bass. Painful brats may die but the flow never will. This battle of rhymes is karmic retribution. Till we take it all, we’ll throw these insults.

Take or get taken, there’s no time to hold a grudge.

Are you game for more? Do you want more?

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #arakawa division #sounds of silence #alexis ward #hoàng diệu #ivelisse martinez #hypnosis mic alternative rap battle

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sweater-soo · 10 months

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absolutely killer rap line parts, in no particular order:

I know I literally just posted about this but ! Yoongi’s verse in Outro: Tear, but also specifically in the live version when he does his “ay, yeah yeah burn it / ay, yeah yeah yeah burn it / ay, yeah yeah yeah burn it” and Namjoon comes in with the “타버린 재마저 남지 않게” 🔥

the start of UGH when Yoongi goes “물기 시작하면 둥둥둥 동네북이 돼 둥둥둥” and they have those fuckin sickass drums

Yoongi’s verse in DDAENG, esp “hunnit bae hunnit bar hunnit bbae hunnit bae” and the bits following that where he just laughs condescendingly. very excellent, 10/10.

Namjoon’s verse in Cypher 3. just all of it. I love the other guys’ verses as well but tbph I would be fully okay with a version of this song that’s just fully Namjoon doing whatever he’s doing

Hoseok’s “who got the best of me? who got the best of me?” (in... Best of Me... obviously) is A+. cannot and will not explain it

Hoseok and Yoongi’s verses at the start of Mic Drop. they flow together really well. idk. idk!!

every rap verse in IDOL, and also their “얼쑤 좋다”s

all of Interlude: Shadow, esp the chorus: “please don’t let me shine, don’t let me down, don’t let me fly” like... wtf

Namjoon’s verse in Spring Day. I don’t wanna talk about it

the outro of Respect, where they’re just doing a lil nonsense skit in dialect

Hoseok and Yoongi’s post-chorus sections in Run BTS. is this partly because of the fuckin sick choreo? maybe.

all of Intro: Boy Meets Evil, but specifically “그래 병신 신 신”

Namjoon's verse in Dope, esp the bit where Yoongi comes in with his lil “ENEMY ENEMY ENEMY”/“ENERGY ENERGY ENERGY” thing

obviously the iconic “불타오르네” in Fire

last but not least: Hoseok’s verse in Boy in Luv, because it helped me learn Korean consonants and I refer to it even now when trying to remember their dictionary order gfjdklgjdfl

also honorable mention to technically-a-member-of-rap-line-but-not-really Jungkook for his parts in No More Dream, still absolutely legendary, will not tolerate any criticisms of it

#bts #bts rap line #also this isn't rap line at all but shout-out to taehyung for his performance of yoongi's verse in ddaeng lmao

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ipostdopemusic · 1 year

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Song: Time Machine Artist: BIG K.R.I.T (featuring Chamillionaire) Year: 2011 Why it's Dope: A fantastic hook that is anthemic, inventive, and sincere, succulent chorus instrumentation that feels intergalactic in the most dirty south way imaginable, a sinewy bass that is the definition of irresistible earcandy, and excellent rapping that is a mix of nostalgic lyrics and scintillating flows. P.S. This song is on the mixtape Return of 4Eva, one of my favorite mixtapes ever. 😊😊

#music #ipostdopemusic #big krit #big k.r.i.t.#Youtube

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aliceisinchains · 4 months

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Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come outHe's chokin, how everybody's jokin now The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah! Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked He's so mad, but he won't give up that Easy, no He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes It don't matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so stacked that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again yo This whole rap shit He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortem It only grows harder, only grows hotter He blows us all over these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows He's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose dove and sold nada So the soap opera is told and unfolds I suppose it's old partna', but the beat goes on Da da dum da dum da da

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I can't get by with my 9 to 5 And I can't provide the right type of life for my family Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus See dishonor caught up between being a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama's screamin on and Too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another day of monotony Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go I cannot grow old in Salem's lot So here I go is my shot. Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

#eminem #lose yourself #come si fa ad ascoltare e non sentire il fuoco #SoundCloud

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