Eddy B and Tim Gunter - Underdog photo

Eddy B and Tim Gunter – Underdog

A young nigga with a dollar and a dream
And these Nikes on my feet, tryna stay up out the streets
So I’m rhyming pulling 187s all on these beats
Stead of on the concrete
Cemeting my future while they were focused on what they chief
But shit, I’m like a chief, head honcho
Tell me that it’s impossible I’ll get it to you pronto
Been workin’ all these late nights and these early mornings like Alonzo
So one day they’ll be callin’ me great, just call me Gonzo
But, I’m never actin’ nor is anybody pulling strings
Everything I have came from sacrificing everything
I traded workin’ 9 to 5 for the minimum
For workin non-stop so my life be like a cinema screen
But in the end I wouldn’t have it any other way
Got on my knees and for this rap to work is what I prayed
And now it’s happening, crunchin’ numbers like captain
A serial (cereal) killer compelling listeners with this passion for words
Never actin, my verbs were truly fashioned to serve
Not only masses but curbs, not just the hood, but the burbs
Know you hear it everytime I grace the mic, then I give it to God
Feeling blinded by the lights, and it’s on!


Let me see you put ’em up
Reach the sky, touch the stars up above
Cause it’s, one time for the underdog
One time for the underdog

You got the world on your team
Even if that ain’t what it seems
It’s one time for the underdog
One time for the underdog

A 20 year old dreamin’ of whippin’ Monte Carlo’s
And gold jewlery lookin’ like I cam from El Dorado
Pick up the pen and pad, stead of spittin gin and vag
I’m paintin’ pictures with my words, just call me young picasso
These haters only gas me up and then I mash the throttle
Binge drinkers think its safe to say should drop the bottle
Cause what I’m spittin’ is proof, and truth is hard to swallow
When rappers losin’ they heads, that’s word to sleepy hollow
Nowadays they tryna flex, Johnny Bravo
And I’ll be Rocky in the second fight against Apollo
Underdog, but you see, I won the war
Askin me if I can spit is askin’ me to raise the bar
I been in this place before, matter fact most of my life
They told me I would fail, die before I prove ’em right
Pennin’ verses on my lunch bag, now I’m doin shows
Lady luck blew me a kiss, now I’m a prince, never a toad
Bet your bottom, I’m the greatest, that’s on everything I own
And though it isn’t much, I want the world like Al Capone
I’m coming for the glory, this a sermon to the masses
The kid you shitted on is telling you to wipe his ass

Saigon Ft Swizz Beatz - Come On Baby photo

Saigon Ft Swizz Beatz and Jay-Z – Come On Baby

“Come on Baby” est le premier single officiel du premier album de Saigon, intitulé The Greatest Story Never Told :

Dans cette chanson, on retrouve Swizz Beatz et un couplet de Jay-Z dans la version remix.

Un sample de la chanson “Southside Shuffle” du groupe The J. Geils Band’s est abondamment utilisée.


Just Blaze, hey, hands up

Swizzy, hey, hands up
1, 2, 3, here we go!

Microphone check one two what is this?
The Yardfather coming to give niggas the business
It’s so beyond rap, cock sucker we live this
So uhm, come on baby, come on, come on and witness
The next ten years of this shit, the slickness is deliberate
Lyrically it’s as sick as it get
I been in the pen, been in the jects, been in the??
I been in the Benz, been in the Lex, been in the MSX
Yes, I run ringers around the fraudulant type
Come here and I’ll show you that I spit on just more then a mic
I make it hard for niggas to breathe, please
These wicked emcees squeeze
Hammers like the Pampers used to squeeze, hit the DT
I Mike Tyson ya eye, put a permenant ring around it
Then go run in the booth and sing about it
Look, if I don’t hurt the nigga that play with my wealth
I’m like me on Entourage god, I’m playing myself, let’s go

Hold up, the pump will make you jump up
Put ya body in the tr-unk
(Don’t you baby, don’t you baby, don’t ya baby)
Keep goin now…
New York, and all the way to Cali
And the South’ll make ya j-ump
(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
Don’t touch the boy, yup
Hold up, the pump will make ya jump up
Put ya body in the tr-unk
(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
I’ll whip ya ass from…
New York, and all the way to Cali
And the South’ll make ya jump

1, 2, 3, we gone!

Four finger, three finger, two finger, one finger
Hum dinger, gun slinger, that’s what I am
Trying to get some cash in my hand as fast as I can
So you should, come on baby, come on, come on and fuck wit ya man
I got this rap shit down to a science
Alotta niggas shit is aight but they ain’t fucking with Ryan
First there was some defiance, until I formed an alliance
With Justin, he plugged me in, now I’m as hot as a fucking iron
You lying, all the gunplay talk
Knowing behind closed doors you be practicing on ya runway walk
I been in the kill, been in the cap, been in the box and back
I been in the ville, tripping the gat, trimming a boxing match
And I still walk around this fucker with not a scratch
And thats way more then I can say for alot of cats
My name’s Saigon nigga
Break bread mufucka ‘fore I break ya fucking head lil sucka

Finally I’ve arrived, so we can say our goodbyes
To the ring tone rapper, that crap’ll never survive
Its the lyrics in hip-hop, they even the odds
We gotta, come on baby, come on, come on and keep it alive
I got a microphone jones, I’m in love with it
If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t even fuck with it
I been in the rocks, been in the grams
Been in the pots and pans, I been in demand
Been in the sense I dropped contraband, damn
Simon says, “Saigon slap the shit outta suckas”
“Slam his head on the cement and stomp it until he’s??”
My son says your son scared of societies shit list
Sick as the second stage of siphylis and swift as the Savior’s scripture
I say after it’s all said and done
I’mma be way ahead of them, never see a better one
So look niglet, fall back a tid bit
Or get ya fucking wig split, this some big shit

Le riff pentatonique est repris ad nauseam mais ce morceau est vraiment entraînant. Un bon mix entre rock et rap old-school.

Parfait pour les tâches répétitives – ou pour ranger le garage.

Simon O'Brien, BMX rider sur les Hilltop Hoods - The Nosebleed Section photo

Simon O’Brien, rider BMX flatland et la Nosebleed Section (Hilltop Hoods)

Aujourd’hui, j’ai envie de parler de BMX et de hip-hop australiens !

Simon O’Brien, rider BMX flatland

En guise d’introduction, je vous propose ce clip de l’australien Simon O’Brien, un rider BMX flatland (qui roule sur du plat) :

Simon O’Brien (né le 18 septembre 1979) est l’un des meilleurs flatlander australien du moment. Il a remporté la médaille d’or des American X Games ainsi que les Australia’s BMX Games deux années de suite. J’adore ce genre de figures.

Hilltop Hoods – The Nosebleed Section

En ce qui concerne la musique, The Nosebleed Section est une chanson de Hilltop Hoods, un groupe de hip-hop d’Adélaide constitué de MCs Suffa (Matt Lambert), Pressure (Daniel Smith), DJ Debris (Barry Francis).

Si vous tendez l’oreille, vous pourrez reconnaître deux samples : le premier sert au chorus et au rythme tout au long de la chanson, il s’agit de The People In The Front Row par Melanie Safka :

I looked around for faces I’d know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row, oh how…

…Put me here, and I’m all yours,
It’s not for the money and it’s not for the applause, no.

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Steve Berke - Pot Shop (Macklemore's Thrift Shop parody) photo

Steve Berke – Pot Shop

Je vous avais parlé il y a quelques temps de Macklemore’s Thrift Shop, qui est ensuite passé en boucle sur toutes les radios de djeun’s du monde.

En voici une parodie faisant l’apologie de la légalisation du cannabis dans l’etat de Washington par l’humouriste Steve Berke, filmé avec Sexy Sax Man, Towelie, David King Cain et Amanda Cerny, Playmate pour Playboy :

Im gonna smoke some weed, only got 20 dollas in my pocket
Imma huntin, looking for a pot shop, this is fucking awesome!

Walk into my house like what up, i got some good pot
I’m just pumped up got some herb from the pot shop
Ice in my fridge it used to be frosty
My friends like “Damn, that’s a stoned ass donkey!”
Rollin’ in hella high, looking like it’s fifa time
Dominating all my friends, as I eat some chili fries
Draped in a snuggie with my girl sitting next to me
Probably shouldn’t have had a big gulp full of ice tea
But shit it was 99 cents!

I be blazin and smokin it
Bout to go and get some munchie snacks, passing up on those cracker jacks
Reeces Pieces are where it’s at, Gotta get me some soda pop
Cotton mouth has been creeping up
But can’t remember where I put my keys,
Yeah, that’s what’s up.
Imma take your grandpa’s ride, Imma take your grandpa’s ride
No for real, ask your grandpa, Can I take his 65?
Deville Cruisin to my local Publix
Nothing better than rolling with 2 super fly chicks!
They had frozen burritos, I bought frozen burritos
I bought some Ben and Jerry’s, then I bought some Cheetos
Hello, Hello, my main man Obama
A couple states have just reformed their laws on marijuana
Whatcha gonna do, send the feds there? Hell no!
The DEA’s would be like “Ah, they got Volcano”

What you know about the science of marijuana?
What you know about people suffering from glaucoma?
They need it, they need it, it helps them with their condition
If don’t believe me, then just ask some eye physicians
Thank your granddad for voting for that guy Richard
Nixon is the President who made the plant illegal
But science is now showing that its medicine for people
And the private sector’s fighting to keep all of that illegal
Alcohol and Tobacco, Pharmaceutical, Prisons
I’ll take those four major lobby groups and fight those motherfuckers
They making money day and night, all those motherfuckers
And bribing congress out of sight, all those motherfuckers
They be like, “Oh, it’s immoral and unhealthy”
I’m like how many people are you making wealthy
Anti-marijuana lobbies are making all kinds of profits
And they don’t want you to stop it cause of all the special interests
I call that getting swindled and pimped, shit
I call that getting tricked by the government, that law’s hella old
So its time to update it, regulate it, and then get it under state control
Peep Game, look into my political telescope
Think it’s going to stay like this forever, nah, it hella won’t, nah, it hella won’t.

Let’s end the war on drugs, It’s time to pull the plug
These special interest groups are nothing more than corporate thugs
Let’s end the war on weed, the people have agreed.
These special interest groups have kept these laws with bribery

Imma smoke some weed, only got 20 dollas in my pocket
Imma huntin, looking for a pot shop, this is fucking awesome!

Puff. Puff. Pass.

Bluefish TV - The Parent Rap photo

Bluefish TV – The Parent Rap

Pour toutes celles et ceux qui ont (ou ont eu) ou qui vont bientôt avoir des enfants, voici une petite parodie sur l’éducation et les relations parents-enfants sur un petit air de rap:

Don’t make me count to 1-2-3
Yeah, it’s the parent rap, y’all
We may spend most of our time chasing toddlers down but
We still know how to rock the hizzle
I don’t even know what you just said

We used to be cool!
Back in the day, back on the block
Watching PG-13 movies, staying up way after dark
Then we had a couple shorties
And now we’re really flossy
Cause now we be rollin’ with our own little possie
In the mini van
Or in our little wagon
Let me throw it to the moms
Cause the little one is saggin’

I used to bling it up, I used to dress real shrewd
Now I accessorize with food that’s already been chewed
And that’s all right
I make this diaper bag look good
When I’m walking through the mall tryin’ to wrangle my brood
My PB&Js will set your world on fire
I could make you mac-n-cheese blindfolded on a wire
I’m wiping the do-do
Kissin’ the booboos
Got them eyes in the back of my head, I see all you do.
Using your full name so you know I ain’t playin’
And that’s why all my kiddo’s, they keep sayin’

Mom mom, she’s the bomb, rocking all night till the break of dawn
Cooking them peas so I’ll grow up strong
Got my second seat belt if we crash head on
Dad dad, he’s the man, working real hard to support the clan
Traded in his porsche for an old sedan
Raisin’ those brows if we get outta hand

When it come to Candyland, I’m a stone cold player
Helping out with the homework, I’m an Algebra slayer
Wrestle carseats into place without spillin’ my mug
If I tuck you in at night, you’ll be as snug as a bug
Then I’m off in the morning, to make that cheese
You may not know this yet, but it doesn’t grow on trees
Now mama take it please, what, uh, take it

I’m droppin’ “time out”s like they’re hot
Potty training all my tots
Washin’ all the pans and pots
Tyin’ little shoes in knots
Giving knowlege to your brain
Like “if your friend jumped off a train you don’t have to do the same”
Now get your toys out of the rain!
I’m cleanin’ every spill
Cuttin’ coupons like a vil
If you need parental skill now you know
We are for real!
You don’t think our rhyms are ill boy?
Then your grounded for a mil!

Mom, mom, she’s legit
Making us chill when we pitch a fit
Telling us to share and never to hit
If you can’t say somethin’ nice put a sock in it
Dad dad, he’s the guy,
never gets tired of playing “I spy”
The constant barage of kids asking “why”
And he always pretends he needs another tie

You know money doesn’t grow on trees
Why buy the cow if the milk is free
This won’t hurt you as much as it hurts me
If you want dessert eat another veggie
Close that door
You weren’t born in a stable
Sit up straight
And kiss your aunt mable
Close your mouth when you chew
Get your elbows off the table
Mom and dad of the year, check it, that’s the label

It’s the parent rap y’all
And it’s apparent
We’re great parents
Mom and daddy in the house
Mom and daddy own the house
Mom and daddy need to clean the house…

Keep your hands to yourself, boy
Don’t make me stop this beat, I’ll do it! I’ll pull this beat right over.

La vidéo est issue de It Starts at Home avec Matt Chandler et Gary Thomas, une série diffusée sur Bluefish TV.

Cette petite variation sur les gender roles devrait vous faire sourire ;-)

Macklemore and Ryan Lewis - Thrift Shop (feat. Wanz) photo

Macklemore and Ryan Lewis – Thrift Shop (feat. Wanz)

Aujourd’hui, on change un peu de style musical. J’écoute cette chanson depuis 3 mois dans un de mes nombreux onglets YouTube et en allumant la télévision hier, je me suis aperçu que c’était devenu totalement mainstream. So much for letting the cat out of the bag!

Voici donc un peu de hip-hop avec Macklemore – de son vrai nom Ben Haggerty -, né en 1983 à Seattle dans l’État de Washington, un rappeur américain d’origine irlandaise :

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Dan Bull – Generation Gaming

Petite session revival pour nous autres gamers !

Voici l’histoire d’un gamer depuis le début des années 1990 jusqu’à tout récemment :

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The Lonely Island - Nathalie Raps (explicit version) photo

The Lonely Island – Nathalie Raps

Everybody knows Nathalie Portman. If you don’t, then you most probably haven’t watched Leon, Star Wars: Episode I, II and III, or V for Vendetta among a few others…

In this video by The Lonely Island, she spills the beans on what her private (non-Hollywood) life is like.

This is an explicit uncensored version. NSFW. You’ve been warned.

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The Lonely Island - Like A Boss (explicit version) photo

The Lonely Island – Like A Boss

Here’s a clip by The Lonely Island, a group of comedians composed of Akiva Schaffer, Andy Samberg and Jorma Taccone. Seth Rogen appears as a guest playing the performance reviewer.

Warning : this is an explicit uncensored version, with a bit of profanity. NSFW.

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