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*extracurricular fourth post of the day*

"You're A Champion" by 2 Skinnee J's

Majestic, you guessed it
A natural born winner like Bruce Jenner
you can stretch it but the Skinnee J is thinner
Tim cues up the tape, but here's a tip
try Latham not Latham
We box 'em and we wrap em so
Bring these beats with trash can snares
Reverse high hats, studio demolition may day
It's a J day when we say hey hey
Stumpy Johnson sets the pace and we still roll the place
Well you just heard the serve, but here's my volley
We double up your pleasure, like Bhoutros Bhoutros Gahli
So forget about your first and second guesses
And if you want to join the circle, just order breakfast
Pass the baton to the next and run along
Try a mile in my shoes and get used to the phenomenon
On and on like a triathlon
Step to podium, who’s the real champion
You're a champion

Here I goes, I flows like a nose in January
<Bleep> it drop the bomb like the bucket at the prom in Carrie
Swing like a chimp, slam like a champ
When I grow fat and old they're gonna put me on a postage stamp
I take chances, I never take shorts
I grab the microphone just for the sport like soccer
Dribble up the middle and I rock ya
From Cape Town to uptown I'm burning like Vodka on your tongue
when I brung poetry like Suess
When Horton heard me, they agreed to turn him loose
My cup runeth over with the versus til they spilling
I like to rhyme like Michael loves children
I kick the rhymes like Pele
From the outside I'm a striker
Stronger than caffeine I make the hyped get hyper
My pythons are vipers, my optics fibers
I'll throw you to the mat like I'm Rowdy Roddy Piper
Spell check in effect, my rhymes comes corrected
So bring your champion out, run your race stake your claim and collect it
Like Greg Lougainous, gay and famous
He gets the gold, like Amays amazes

*extracurricular fifth post of the day*

"Riot Nrrrd" by 2 Skinnee J's

This song goes out to those with coke bottle glasses
To all you lonely kids who were the last pick in gym classes
We got your back - detract your malefactors
All you up in the back unite like Thundercats

Get up, get up, 'cause we're fed up, fed up
Try to rise and keep your head up, head up
Leave the kinging to Kong, we'll be singing our song
Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on

It's a sentimental journey
Presenting sentiments of resentment that would burn me
Unearthing archives of sharp knives turning blunt
My road is to unfold, so I gotta face the front
I used to spend my days dazed and confused
16-year underdog still donning Under-roos
Sorry Busta, I know my flow sounds used
Written and directed by the likes of John Hughes
Recycled recitals of rewritten idylls
Are scrawled in the hall like Anthony Michael
I lack land and title, just one of the boys
On islands and islands of misfit toys

Get up, get up, 'cause we're fed up, fed up
Try to rise and keep your head up, head up
Leave the kinging to Kong, we'll be singing our song
Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on

My field of dreams was a parking lot
With hot shots doing donuts and pissin' off the grown-ups
Me on the side writing unrequited love letters
That I would send to my imaginary girlfriend
I had to pretend cuz I never played football
The kid drafted last pick at the roll call
To ease the monotony of everybody mockin me
I spent time to tend rhymes like botany
Now what I wanna be? What you wanna be?
Maybe famous, I claim this, try to gain this
But sometimes it's heinous the way the shameless
Surround me like a tide and drown me
So I'm looking for intelligent life forms
I'm looking for a blip on the screen
So I can reach out and touch somebody, anybody
Everybody

Get up, get up, 'cause we're fed up, fed up
Try to rise and keep your head up, head up
Leave the kinging to Kong, we'll be singing our song
Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on

Oooo Wah Oooo Wah Oooo Wah, Oooo Oooo Oooo Oooo

*extracurricular sixth post of the day*

"Big Beat Evangelists" by 2 Skinnee J's

I do it this way from the first to the seventh day
Stay on target like an X-Wing flexing my brain
As I state my claim that my aim is to do this properly
Watch me dismiss your snobbery promptly
As if my soul could be another man's property
You gotta be joking, think a minute about what you've been smoking
Before you start choking and gasping and asking, "who knew?"
It's simple. I'm cheeky like dimple
I jump up I get the thumbs up like a thimble
It ain't what you're thinking, though
I'm known to be prone to kick over thrones and leave governments overthrown
Charismatic with the verbal acrobatic
Top gun take your breath away and leave you asthmatic
It's automatic that my standards are raised to the attic and my tone is emphatic
Feel the movement, it's fluid like sand in the hour glass
How could I stand to let even a single hour pass
Without bounding ahead and thinking far back
I take to the sky, you're grounded on the tarmac

If there's a mic to be rocked, I will throw the first stone
I cross time zones, root like rhizomes with my rhyme tomes
I'm not alone, my friend's found 5 strong
We reciting rhymes so you can sing along. So sing along!
We got the tasty treats to fill your mouth so open wide
We serve poetic justice. Stay open all night.
While I can't understand why <bleep> gets held high
Those fads that won't die. They just won't so
I sleepwalk the street talk like somnambulist
We rock like amethyst, we rare like ambergris
It's scandalous music planned by avarice
You're sorely misinformed like c-span panelist
I never planned on this
Big beat evangelist
Wack track antagonist,
Pass raps through dialysis
But we stand by this
So here's a code to those who know to throw up your right fist, like this
But when it pours you know it's raining
These rats in races got me pistol-whipped like stamens
I ain't complaining, though, just hopping off this fence
Cause when it's all said and done things will finally come togther and make some sense

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Awesome

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Planning what?

Win

*extracurricular seventh post of the day*

"Friends Don't Let Friends Listen To Rap Metal" by 2 Skinnee J's

We don't need your cash or those options of stock
Shiny diamond rings or 8 cyls on the block
We don't give a damn if you have or you not
Cause who we represent?
People's Movement of Rock

Do you indeed exceed the seed of needed moxy to mock me
On your house I put a pox
See, I take aim with freight trains as my proxy
You wanna battle?
Are you insane like that clown posse?
Move along like the throngs in Powaqaatsi
We sling the <bleep> that sticks like bonds of strong epoxy
Approximately 3 minutes will be lost while we are rocking thee
My name is hardly known and though it's grown still few have heard
My name is a killing word I split the spirit from the vessel
Say it loud, say it proud
YES I'M SPECIAL!! !!
We've come to warn 'em of the <bleep> that rock has peddled
Cause friends don't let friends listen to rap metal

We can agree to settle this like gentlemen
Or you can try to defy and get beheaded when
I swing my syntax like a simitar
Similar to sinbad, you'll get schooled by my seminar
You still haven't learned what your limits are
Your remedial rhyming stays simple like simon
My <bleep> stay tight like rivets are
While civil liberties are the only guarantees you made it this far
You pose for Vivitar, while I pose unprobed hypotheses
Bring drama like Sophocles, smash your monopolies
Deliver similes like EMTs do babies
In the back seat of a Honda Civic car
So through up your fist till your ligaments
Are pulled in more ways than a mormon polygamist
And your vocal chords stretch till you're hoarse
You can't deny the irresistable force

*extracurricular eighth post of the day*

"Brew Ha Ha" by 2 Skinnee J's

TGIF cause the stress ends soon
Got your friends on your couch & your disc rocking tunes
As you stand with your band in a room that is strewn
With Zeus juice, Froot Loops, and old Yoo Hoos
Rounds of hi 5's and cries of "Yeah, dude!"
Smoking cigarettes and sipping witches brew
It's kid tested, mom approved
To make your Jimmy swagger like the duke
Dressed in your best threads for club lagoon
They got teeny bikinis with real pontoons
Out the door & down the avenue
The <bleep's> getting ill like repute

Enter the strobe light exit harvest moon
Greet throngs of paragons with your own platoon
They bet you to step to this one that's cute
She stands with her man hope he's chicken like Perdue
If belligerence were affluence you'd be tycoon
Try to overthrow the prince and start the coup
But he's grown nuts like cashew so he must be introduced
To your best friend your best man and new right shoe
Brutes execute like John Wilkes Boothe
Controlled by choke holds, low blows and broken tooth
Fists bring the pain rain like monsoon
Split the scene before you get the boot

You're the kinda guy who thinks that life is simply passing you
That last gasp is grasping you. Heard that last laugh get laughed at you.
Is it coming true what your friends said in the last seats in backa you?
No they're wrong. Like the way George Bush spoke Sadaam at you
Assess the damages and cast off those tags that the bullied branded you
You're just disenchanted with Nasdaq like that cat back in Atlanta was
Yet you still have the will to deal with the deck that's been handed you
You be the outcast who outlast those old fears that panicked you
And now we have you on your way back from your first crack at Pamela
She'll become the better half of you. Just hope the rest of the night pass without somebody slamming you

Now your crews acting rude stupid talk being spewed
Going off half cocked with twice the attitude
Young fools acting sick wanta kick like Kung Fu
Watched too much Bruce Lee, Jet Li, and John Woo
Limbo how low will you stoop
The sickness of fitfulness spreads like the flu
Run with the wolf pack attack the chicken coop
Flexin on the next kid who you run into
Laughing while you turn his ass black and blue
Pounce and bounce him into the ICU
Hop a train or a taxi head home like pigeons do
Smile as you greet the morning dew

We don't know. It is said that the ambitions of the Ginger Manchu are so sky high, it cannot even be seen where they end.

Trigger 11, the next set of song lyrics you post, I will be forced to do something drastic.

Like.......

Hmm, I'll get back to you on that one...

I see nothing wrong with posting lyrics, except that they're Insane Kefka Posse.

Indeed

*extracurricular ninth post of the day*

"Artificial Flavor" by 2 Skinnee J's

2 Skinnee J's acting crazed as of late
Sorry, it must be something that we ate
Satiated what we gave you our behavior will astound you
The artificial flavors all around you

Well, its the flavor saver saviour here to save ya
I’ll dehydrate ya, pack you up,
Pardon this behavior
Give me nutra-sweet, powdered cheese, extra extra MSG
I come minus agua so just add water
Its the starter I’ll be your martyr - not tart I’m tartar
Any plate that I can make is something like ambrosia
Give me calcium propionate, sodium benzoate
Preserve me like the Everglades I like my food man-made
Screw the lactic acid I'll eat plastic if I hafta
Include the saccharin for a meal that's fantastic
Give me Green #3 or Blue #2 it will all come together in the artificial flavor stew

Approach as I broach this topic and try to coach this
Artificial flava's got me bugging' like roaches
I'm getting busy like a bumble, now the honey's kinda funny and the hive starts to crumble
I just wish for bliss in this life that I'm leading but I'm dreaming'
Now the demon's feeding' and eating
Offers me an apple but I know the <bleep's> been sprayed
With chemicals and its detrimental to my medical condition
Concoction of a magician
Taken only under the advice of a physician
Delicious but pernicious so it ain't no friend of mine
The flavors artificial but the cancer’s genuine
As the cells swell like a wrist and a razor
Inhale the breeze of CFCs through my nasal passages ravages and contamination
Instant death, the choice of a new generation

Yeah. The pelican's tired.

Back to the planning room.

*extracurricular tenth post of the day*

"The Best" by 2 Skinnee J's

Call me special, stickman stencil, thin like pencil
I’ve got a thumb so I can pick up and use them utensils
My credentials? I’m prehensile!
And I may be standing still but my energy has potential
Boom! We explode like the Hedgehog sonically
Dooma to the goomba when we jump Marionically
It’s ethereal....I’m immaterial
Some day may face will be seen on a box of cereal
I ride with the pride of the lion on the main
But you can only know me as I exist upon this plane
All the same, what’s my name? You must be joking
Upon the pain of death can my true name be spoken
In the morning I storm in and swarm without warning
Shift shape and rise like the Phoenix from the flame
I reign colossal, fueled like fossil
Doing the impossible, raising dead as we spread the gospel
Of the Skinnee to the many it’s a J day
Your whack tactics lack it so just pack it like a K-way
J’s intended to be splendid when we send it
Rip <bleep> up and then we mend it
A word to the skeptics and the cynical
We’re the ones who showed him how to make a miracle
Before you make a scene saying we blaspheme, cut the fuss
Take a good look at the good book, that was us
From the top of the zenith we’re the pinnacle
For the squeamish any skirmish is unwinnable
As we travel like Odysseus through the universe
Alerting we be certain that we’re converting Earth first

Power might, glory omnipotence
With my hands behind my back I still control all of the elements
We’re heaven sent so we rule all creation
All that’s evil runs before me wailing lamentations
Blink and you missed it, The futuristic existence
From another plane I came and it’ll never be the same
Naw it’s better, Hail the nappy head
Incision with precision and I’m Skinnee like stiletto
I behead a killer-stare, serpent haired medusa
Refusing to give in cause I’m living like Methuselah
Fighting off your evil as your mental’s getting feeble
Gobble all your kibble and you wobble like a weeble
Just chill, Skinnee J’s raise the upheaval
Missed it on the first time round, catch the sequel
Return of the new and improved and I’m smooth
Ain’t nobody does it better, here’s the proof

Last edited by Trigger11 on 15 Sep 2007, 7:37 pm, edited 1 time in total.