New Eminem TONIGHT!!!!!

THAT was genius.

:cheers2:

I still wanna know. . .

 

that is actually what I am going to sing/do if I ever wind up a ghost

it's the best way ever to haunt someone

just keep singing it until they go insane

move to the next person on your list, repeat.

ghosts shouldn't get hoarse, right?

 

I don't think so.

But they still get bored. :cheers2:

I mean when you've seen one persons descent into madness, you've seen them all.

 

No.

But instead:

Strike while the iron is hot
Steel is strongest so say we all
And if we all were not brothers of metal would we fall? - no -
They tried to test our spirit
They tasted steel before we were done
Grinding their bones into the dust of the past
All blown away like a shot from a gun

We cast our lot together four still stand as one
Here well remain forever till our kingdoms one

Brothers of metal
We are fighting with power and steel
Fighting for metal metal thats real
Brothers of metal will always be there
Standing together with hands in the air

Let us drink to the power drink to the sound
Thunder and metal are shaking the ground
Drink to your brothers who are never to fall
Were all brothers of metal here in the hall

Our hearts are filled with metal and masters we have none
And we will die for metal, metal heals, my son

Brothers of metal
We are fighting with power and steel
Fighting for metal metal thats real
Brothers of metal will always be there
Standing together with hands in the air

Let us drink to the power drink to the sound
Thunder and metal are shaking the ground
Drink to your brothers who are never to fall
Were all brothers of metal here in the hall

Brothers of metal
We are fighting with power and steel
Fighting for metal metal thats real
Brothers of metal will always be there
Standing together with hands in the air






You get this.

 

he's not bad but eh...

better> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qggxTtnKTMo

 

@ BSR... Oh, lucky me.

 

Alright, I'll play nice... here are some real lyrics for you...



F[SIZE=-1]OR[/SIZE] God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love ;
Or chide my palsy, or my gout ;
My five gray hairs, or ruin'd fortune flout ;
With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve ;
Take you a course, get you a place,
Observe his Honour, or his Grace ;
Or the king's real, or his stamp'd face
Contemplate ; what you will, approve,
So you will let me love.

Alas ! alas ! who's injured by my love?
What merchant's ships have my sighs drown'd?
Who says my tears have overflow'd his ground?
When did my colds a forward spring remove?
When did the heats which my veins fill
Add one more to the plaguy bill?
Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still
Litigious men, which quarrels move,
Though she and I do love.

Call's what you will, we are made such by love ;
Call her one, me another fly,
We're tapers too, and at our own cost die,
And we in us find th' eagle and the dove.
The phoenix riddle hath more wit
By us ; we two being one, are it ;
So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit.
We die and rise the same, and prove
Mysterious by this love.

We can die by it, if not live by love,
And if unfit for tomb or hearse
Our legend be, it will be fit for verse ;
And if no piece of chronicle we prove,
We'll build in sonnets pretty rooms ;
As well a well-wrought urn becomes
The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,
And by these hymns, all shall approve
Us canonized for love ;

And thus invoke us, "You, whom reverend love
Made one another's hermitage ;
You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage ;
Who did the whole world's soul contract, and drove
Into the glasses of your eyes ;
So made such mirrors, and such spies,
That they did all to you epitomize—
Countries, towns, courts beg from above
A pattern of your love."

 

As far as story telling, that's a great song. But lyrically, not impressive. He only rhymes the last word of each line 90% of the time.

Great rappers will rhyme the last 2-3 words when they can, and also go with more complex rhymes like, "Birthday" and "first place" as opposed to, "That nigga's gonna be dead"
"From sniffing that coke to the head"

I'm just sayin'..... I get why people think immortal technique is the shit. His metaphors can be decent and he's a great story teller. His rhyme scheme is kind of simple though....

 

not everything has to be complex to be good

 

Ahh, but I was never the one to use the word "better".

I stated what I did and did not like about him. I did not say it was not good.

 

More awesome lyrics:

How vainly men themselves amaze
To win the palm, the oak, or bays ;
And their uncessant labors see
Crowned from some single herb or tree,
Whose short and narrow-vergèd shade
Does prudently their toils upbraid ;
While all the flowers and trees do close
To weave the garlands of repose.

Fair Quiet, have I found thee here,
And Innocence, thy sister dear!
Mistaken long, I sought you then
In busy companies of men :
Your sacred plants, if here below,
Only among the plants will grow ;
Society is all but rude,
To this delicious solitude.

No white nor red was ever seen
So amorous as this lovely green ;
Fond lovers, cruel as their flame,
Cut in these trees their mistress' name.
Little, alas, they know or heed,
How far these beauties hers exceed!
Fair trees! wheresoe'er your barks I wound
No name shall but your own be found.

When we have run our passion's heat,
Love hither makes his best retreat :
The gods who mortal beauty chase,
Still in a tree did end their race.
Apollo hunted Daphne so,
Only that she might laurel grow,
And Pan did after Syrinx speed,
Not as a nymph, but for a reed.

What wondrous life is this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head ;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine ;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach ;
Stumbling on melons as I pass,
Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass.

Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
Withdraws into its happiness :
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find ;
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas ;
Annihilating all that's made
To a green thought in a green shade.

Here at the fountain's sliding foot,
Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root,
Casting the body's vest aside,
My soul into the boughs does glide :
There like a bird it sits and sings,
Then whets and combs its silver wings ;
And, till prepared for longer flight,
Waves in its plumes the various light.

Such was that happy garden-state,
While man there walked without a mate :
After a place so pure and sweet,
What other help could yet be meet!
But 'twas beyond a mortal's share
To wander solitary there :
Two paradises 'twere in one
To live in Paradise alone.

How well the skillful gard'ner drew
Of flowers and herbs this dial new ;
Where from above the milder sun
Does through a fragrant zodiac run ;
And, as it works, th' industrious bee
Computes its time as well as we.
How could such sweet and wholesome hours
Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers!

 

Even more!!11!!

N[SIZE=-1]OW[/SIZE] is the time for mirth,
Nor cheek or tongue be dumb ;
For, with the flowery earth,
The golden pomp is come.

The golden pomp is come ;
For now each tree does wear,
Made of her pap and gum,
Rich beads of amber here.

Now reigns the rose, and now
Th' Arabian dew besmears
My uncontrolled brow
And my retorted hairs.

Homer, this health to thee,
In sack of such a kind
That it would make thee see
Though thou wert ne'er so blind.

Next, Virgil I'll call forth
To pledge this second health
In wine, whose each cup's worth
An Indian commonwealth.

A goblet next I'll drink
To Ovid, and suppose,
Made he the pledge, he'd think
The world had all one nose.

Then this immensive cup
Of aromatic wine,
Catullus, I quaff up
To that terse muse of thine.

Wild I am now with heat :
O Bacchus, cool thy rays !
Or, frantic, I shall eat
Thy thyrse and bite the bays.

Round, round the roof does run,
And, being ravish'd thus,
Come, I will drink a tun
To my Propertius.

Now, to Tibullus, next,
This flood I drink to thee :
But stay, I see a text
That this presents to me.

Behold, Tibullus lies
Here burnt, whose small return
Of ashes scarce suffice
To fill a little urn.

Trust to good verses then ;
They only will aspire
When pyramids, as men,
Are lost i' th' funeral fire.

And when all bodies meet
In Lethe to be drown'd,
Then only numbers sweet
With endless life are crown'd.

 

This is my own fault for failing to specify.

Continue on trolling as you wish. Seems I invited it.

 

You should appreciate your exposure to some of my favorite 17th Century British poetry.

 

i think it is better :tongue:
m&m might be rapping about a murderous rampage but immortal was rapping about a boy raping and murdering his own mother

 

And Eminem wrote "Stan" about a psycho fan who kills himself and his pregnant girlfriend in a drunken rage. I didn't deny the ability of Imm. Tech's story telling ability.

Rube, if I was in the mood for British poetry, I'd be discussing it.

 

oh god i'm back in brit lit. but that first line - its kick ass

 

Kicks ass indeed. Good ol' John Donne.

 

I got stuck at the second line though.

 

My old room mate showed me this Boston underground hip hop artist who did a 15 minute free style. Some of the things he was rhyming about was insane, especially the speed in which he was talking. But I obviously can't remember who it was as it was 4+ years ago and it was a one time thing. But some of those free style rappers are insanely talented.