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According to Christopher Hitchens (who seemed to know his shit), the line "Britain shall never be slaves" which is causing most the fuss was written as a response to the acts of the Barbary Pirates. T

Thought this deserved a thread of its own. Another piece of our shared culture dismantled  https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8655351/BBC-considering-dropping-Rule-Britannia-Land-Hope-Glory

We've seen this play over and over. There's a group of people off in some dusty corner minding their own business getting on with something they enjoy, and then along come the wankers with their

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4 minutes ago, Kurt Barlow said:

meanwhile BBC radio celebrates the diverse enrichment bought to us by the sweet melodies of rap music

motherfucker, biatch. suck my black dick ho. Going out wiv my bluds to stick an uzi in the feds face. Sit on  my dick ho.......

Wtf are you listening to?  O.o

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9 minutes ago, Kurt Barlow said:

meanwhile BBC radio celebrates the diverse enrichment bought to us by the sweet melodies of rap music

motherfucker, biatch. suck my black dick ho. Going out wiv my bluds to stick an uzi in the feds face. Sit on  my dick ho.......

One time

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8 minutes ago, One percent said:

Wtf are you listening to?  O.o

I just made it up - perhaps I should roll with it and become a song writer for the rappers. As most of them cant read or write they are in great need of articulate lyracists

Get your big ass over here and on the Niggaz dick ho.......

 

Coincidentally Don Fagen* & Walter Becker (Steely Dan) wrote for Ice Cube. Whitey stiffing the black man again....

* Jewish as well so a double dickdown from whitey

Here you go. 

Don’t Trust ’em

You can't trust a big butt and a smile
No, that's the old style
In ninety two, shit ain't quite the same
Bitches got a brand new game, yo
It's kinda hard to see
But the dating game ain't what it used to be
Back in the day, if a ho wanted ya dough
She give you a piece of ass and there we go
Go and get knocked up and then get socked up
You be broke and locked up
But the new's done hit
Bitches all over on some new improved shit
To y'all macks
Come to find out that bitches are pullin jacks
I remember every night all you had to worry about
Was gettin caught at a red light
And the nigga jack you for your date and chains;
Now shit done changed
Cos you gots to watch the ones in the skirt
And it ain't about gettin burnt
I know it sounds strange, but could you
Stop thinkin with ya dick for a change
Cos you'll get a bullet in your brain, Mr Rich
And about that bitch, don't trust em

(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy pitch)
Don't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy pitch)
You can't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy pitch)
Don't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy pitch)
You can't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)

Here's how the bitches jack
They try to catch a dumb nigga in the act
You came to the club

Stepped to the bar
And pulled out a wad of Doves
After you got buzzed, she walk by
You saw how big her ass was
Got her on the dancefloor
And she started dancin like a ho
Jimmy got stiff, she ain't have a ride home
So you gave the bitch a lift
She didn't wanna trouble you
But hopped her big ass in your BMW
Hopped to her house and started kissin
And Jimmy just wouldn't listen
Cos you got real horny
And that ain't cool at four in the morning
Started undressing the ho
Got to the drawers and the ho said "No!
"Not on the first date
"It's gettin kinda late, could you come back at eight?"
You said "Yeah!" cos you thought you met a wholesome ho
But nigga, she know you rollin in some dough
And you'll regret and somethin 'bout a bitch you just met
Don't trust em!

Eight o'clock on the dot, nigga's hot
Dick hard as a rock
Straight on a solo

Creep
Can't wait till her little boy go to sleep
So you can seduce the G
Bust a nut and make an excuse to leave
You got her worked out cos you the man
But the bitch got diff'rent plans
She said "Take off your clothes, jump in the bed"
While she powder her nose
You get butt naked, cos you ready to wreck it!
Cos you's a motherfuckin pro, next thing you know
The door flies open with a blast
With four niggas in ski masks
Pointin a gun at the pimp
You're scared as a motherfucker and Jimmy done went limp
They beat you down just a taste
Take ya to your house and make ya open up the safe
Drove you far, tied up in the trunk of your own fuckin car

Take you out and pop the cap
I told you the bitch was a trap
Don't trust em!

(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy pitch)
Don't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy pitch)
You can't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy pitch)
Don't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy pitch)
You can't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)

Songwriters: DONALD JAY FAGEN, WALTER CARL BECKER
© Universal Music Publishing Group

 

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Satch’s New Last Night at the Proms Sing Along Anthem

To the tune of Hari Krishna, this is multicultural and reflects live in modern day Britain. First verse with the original lyrics … all sing along now.

Hari Krishna,

Hari Krishna

Krishna Krishna Hari Hari

Allah Akbar

Allah Akbar

Akbar, Akbar, Allah Akbar

Allah Akbar

Allah Akbar

Kill the Kafir, kill them all

Allah Akbar

Allah Akbar

Blow them all up, kill them all

Allah Akbar

Allah Akbar

Kill the kafir, Allah Akbar

Allah Akbar

Allah Akbar

Akbar, Akbar, Allah Akbar

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Crash it, crash it, my demons told me to crash it
Can't wait to see him in traffic
I might just drill it in fashion
Hahaha, these niggas love all the chatting
She love the way I get cash in
She give me slops in the wagon, badders
Cut when I just did hazards
Really down for them mazzas
Big nails in them hammers
Savage, in the T with them trappers
Cadaan, madow, getting packets
Say the word, make them vanish

[Verse 1: Mastermind]
Lifestyle, can't imagine
All the racks up in Harrods
Free shh, yeah, savage
If we let it slap, we gotta pass you
.41 with the strap in
She give me top in a black Benz
For my bro, I'll go do the mad ting
Come later, show by your actions (hahaha)
We didn't say shit, you know we gon' catch her
For my bro, you know I'll go do the mad ting
Come later, that shit show by your actions (hahaha)
We didn't say shit, you know we gon' catch her

[Chorus: Mastermind]
Crash it, crash it, my demons told me to crash it
Can't wait to see him in traffic
I might just drill it in fashion
Hahaha, these niggas love all the chatting
She love the way I get cash in
She give me slops in the wagon, badders
Cut when I just did hazards
Really down for them mazzas
Big nails in them hammers
Savage, in the T with them trappers
Cadaan, madow, getting packets
Say the word, make them vanish

[Verse 2: Abra Cadabra]
Drillers, I roll with a whole load of drillers (Drillers)
Spin that coupe, spin it (Skrr, skrr)
Another opp pack, good riddance
And I might bill it with shorty
Said she single but she telling me stories (Uh)
And now she telling me porkies, naughty
Is this browning for me?
Show me if you really can move
Move it, let me do what I do, do it
Glock .9 in my Gucci bag so I'm calm in the rave, take a step in my shoes
Fill it to the brim with lead cah I don't know who I'ma see in this room
And if I got ten then I hit him with two point blank cah I'm tryna get his other friends too (You know, you know)

[Chorus: Mastermind, Abra Cadabra]
Crash it, crash it, my demons told me to crash it (Gang)
Can't wait to see him in traffic (Gang)
I might just drill it in fashion (Drill it in fashion, you know)
Hahaha, these niggas love all the chatting
She love the way I get cash in
She give me that slop top, she give it up, up
Crash it, crash it, my demons told me to crash it (Gang)
Can't wait to see him in traffic
I might just drill it in fashion (Sure, sure)
Hahaha, these niggas love all the chatting
She love the way I get cash in
She give me slops in the wagon, badders
Cut when I just did hazards
Really down for them mazzas
Big nails in them hammers
Savage, in the T with them trappers
Cadaan, madow, getting packets
Say the word, make 'em vanish

 

From a song that made the 1Xtra playlist

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24 minutes ago, satch said:

Satch’s New Last Night at the Proms Sing Along Anthem

 

To the tune of Hari Krishna, this is multicultural and reflects live in modern day Britain. First verse with the original lyrics … all sing along now.

Hari Krishna,

 

Hari Krishna

 

Krishna Krishna Hari Hari

 

Allah Akbar

Allah Akbar

Akbar, Akbar, Allah Akbar

Allah Akbar

Allah Akbar

Kill the Kafir, kill them all

Allah Akbar

Allah Akbar

Blow them all up, kill them all

Allah Akbar

Allah Akbar

Kill the kafir, Allah Akbar

Allah Akbar

Allah Akbar

Akbar, Akbar, Allah Akbar

A 21st Century Bert Bacharach

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13 minutes ago, Kurt Barlow said:

A 21st Century Bert Bacharach

I can also rap like motherfucking fucked rapper from the fucking hood

Satch Rap

Fuck you mother fucker fuck you fuck

Fuck fuck mother fucker fuck fuck fucked

Fucking fuck fucking fucker fucked fuck fuck

Fuck fuck mother fucker fuck fuck fuck

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2 minutes ago, satch said:

I can also rap like motherfucking fucked rapper from the fucking hood

Satch Rap

 

Fuck you mother fucker fuck you fuck

Fuck fuck mother fucker fuck fuck fucked

Fucking fuck fucking fucker fucked fuck fuck

Fuck fuck mother fucker fuck fuck fuck

 

A good start but you need to enrich your lyrics. 

Biatch, Ho, pussy, dick, blud, feds, niggaz, ass, butt, bootie. pimp, dollah, uzi, cap. 

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11 minutes ago, satch said:

I can also rap like motherfucking fucked rapper from the fucking hood

Satch Rap

 

Fuck you mother fucker fuck you fuck

Fuck fuck mother fucker fuck fuck fucked

Fucking fuck fucking fucker fucked fuck fuck

Fuck fuck mother fucker fuck fuck fuck

 

Eloquent.  o.O

 

xD  you will go far in the rap (or is it wrap?  Fucked if i know) world. 

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2 hours ago, Kurt Barlow said:

I just made it up - perhaps I should roll with it and become a song writer for the rappers. As most of them cant read or write they are in great need of articulate lyracists

Get your big ass over here and on the Niggaz dick ho.......

 

Coincidentally Don Fagen* & Walter Becker (Steely Dan) wrote for Ice Cube. Whitey stiffing the black man again....

* Jewish as well so a double dickdown from whitey

Here you go. 

Don’t Trust ’em

You can't trust a big butt and a smile
No, that's the old style
In ninety two, shit ain't quite the same
Bitches got a brand new game, yo
It's kinda hard to see
But the dating game ain't what it used to be
Back in the day, if a ho wanted ya dough
She give you a piece of ass and there we go
Go and get knocked up and then get socked up
You be broke and locked up
But the new's done hit
Bitches all over on some new improved shit
To y'all macks
Come to find out that bitches are pullin jacks
I remember every night all you had to worry about
Was gettin caught at a red light
And the nigga jack you for your date and chains;
Now shit done changed
Cos you gots to watch the ones in the skirt
And it ain't about gettin burnt
I know it sounds strange, but could you
Stop thinkin with ya dick for a change
Cos you'll get a bullet in your brain, Mr Rich
And about that bitch, don't trust em

(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy pitch)
Don't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy pitch)
You can't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy pitch)
Don't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy pitch)
You can't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)

Here's how the bitches jack
They try to catch a dumb nigga in the act
You came to the club

Stepped to the bar
And pulled out a wad of Doves
After you got buzzed, she walk by
You saw how big her ass was
Got her on the dancefloor
And she started dancin like a ho
Jimmy got stiff, she ain't have a ride home
So you gave the bitch a lift
She didn't wanna trouble you
But hopped her big ass in your BMW
Hopped to her house and started kissin
And Jimmy just wouldn't listen
Cos you got real horny
And that ain't cool at four in the morning
Started undressing the ho
Got to the drawers and the ho said "No!
"Not on the first date
"It's gettin kinda late, could you come back at eight?"
You said "Yeah!" cos you thought you met a wholesome ho
But nigga, she know you rollin in some dough
And you'll regret and somethin 'bout a bitch you just met
Don't trust em!

Eight o'clock on the dot, nigga's hot
Dick hard as a rock
Straight on a solo

Creep
Can't wait till her little boy go to sleep
So you can seduce the G
Bust a nut and make an excuse to leave
You got her worked out cos you the man
But the bitch got diff'rent plans
She said "Take off your clothes, jump in the bed"
While she powder her nose
You get butt naked, cos you ready to wreck it!
Cos you's a motherfuckin pro, next thing you know
The door flies open with a blast
With four niggas in ski masks
Pointin a gun at the pimp
You're scared as a motherfucker and Jimmy done went limp
They beat you down just a taste
Take ya to your house and make ya open up the safe
Drove you far, tied up in the trunk of your own fuckin car

Take you out and pop the cap
I told you the bitch was a trap
Don't trust em!

(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy pitch)
Don't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy pitch)
You can't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy pitch)
Don't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy pitch)
You can't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)

Songwriters: DONALD JAY FAGEN, WALTER CARL BECKER
© Universal Music Publishing Group

 

Christ on a tricycle. Not sure what's the most amazing part of this story. 

I'd have loved to have been a fly on the wall whilst they wrote that. I bet they blackfaced and actor Gangsta for a laugh. They clearly took the utter piss and good on them for it. 

Quite why anyone needs rap lyrics writing for them, when they all seem to revolve around the same few words repeated over and over again is beyond me. 

Always preferred Fur-Q myself. 

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1 hour ago, hapax legomenon said:

Crash it, crash it, my demons told me to crash it
Can't wait to see him in traffic
I might just drill it in fashion
Hahaha, these niggas love all the chatting
She love the way I get cash in
She give me slops in the wagon, badders
Cut when I just did hazards
Really down for them mazzas
Big nails in them hammers
Savage, in the T with them trappers
Cadaan, madow, getting packets
Say the word, make them vanish

[Verse 1: Mastermind]
Lifestyle, can't imagine
All the racks up in Harrods
Free shh, yeah, savage
If we let it slap, we gotta pass you
.41 with the strap in
She give me top in a black Benz
For my bro, I'll go do the mad ting
Come later, show by your actions (hahaha)
We didn't say shit, you know we gon' catch her
For my bro, you know I'll go do the mad ting
Come later, that shit show by your actions (hahaha)
We didn't say shit, you know we gon' catch her

[Chorus: Mastermind]
Crash it, crash it, my demons told me to crash it
Can't wait to see him in traffic
I might just drill it in fashion
Hahaha, these niggas love all the chatting
She love the way I get cash in
She give me slops in the wagon, badders
Cut when I just did hazards
Really down for them mazzas
Big nails in them hammers
Savage, in the T with them trappers
Cadaan, madow, getting packets
Say the word, make them vanish

[Verse 2: Abra Cadabra]
Drillers, I roll with a whole load of drillers (Drillers)
Spin that coupe, spin it (Skrr, skrr)
Another opp pack, good riddance
And I might bill it with shorty
Said she single but she telling me stories (Uh)
And now she telling me porkies, naughty
Is this browning for me?
Show me if you really can move
Move it, let me do what I do, do it
Glock .9 in my Gucci bag so I'm calm in the rave, take a step in my shoes
Fill it to the brim with lead cah I don't know who I'ma see in this room
And if I got ten then I hit him with two point blank cah I'm tryna get his other friends too (You know, you know)

[Chorus: Mastermind, Abra Cadabra]
Crash it, crash it, my demons told me to crash it (Gang)
Can't wait to see him in traffic (Gang)
I might just drill it in fashion (Drill it in fashion, you know)
Hahaha, these niggas love all the chatting
She love the way I get cash in
She give me that slop top, she give it up, up
Crash it, crash it, my demons told me to crash it (Gang)
Can't wait to see him in traffic
I might just drill it in fashion (Sure, sure)
Hahaha, these niggas love all the chatting
She love the way I get cash in
She give me slops in the wagon, badders
Cut when I just did hazards
Really down for them mazzas
Big nails in them hammers
Savage, in the T with them trappers
Cadaan, madow, getting packets
Say the word, make 'em vanish

 

From a song that made the 1Xtra playlist

I especially love hearing "white boi" blaring this out of his Corsa. 

Fucking plonkers 

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2 minutes ago, Sucralose Ray Leonard said:

Christ on a tricycle. Not sure what's the most amazing part of this story. 

I'd have loved to have been a fly on the wall whilst they wrote that. I bet they blackfaced and actor Gangsta for a laugh. They clearly took the utter piss and good on them for it. 

Quite why anyone needs rap lyrics writing for them, when they all seem to revolve around the same few words repeated over and over again is beyond me. 

Always preferred Fur-Q myself. 

Donald Fagen

 

Donald_Fagen_singing.jpg

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28 minutes ago, Sucralose Ray Leonard said:

Christ on a tricycle. Not sure what's the most amazing part of this story. 

I'd have loved to have been a fly on the wall whilst they wrote that. I bet they blackfaced and actor Gangsta for a laugh. They clearly took the utter piss and good on them for it. 

Quite why anyone needs rap lyrics writing for them, when they all seem to revolve around the same few words repeated over and over again is beyond me. 

Always preferred Fur-Q myself. 

Must have been for a band that produced masterpieces like this

 

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