I invented pop culture
I invented the internet
We talking 'bout gum? I invented the wintermint
We talking religion? I invented the sin in it
We talking wordplay? I invented the synonym
We talking the rap game? I invented the rules
We talking y'all posers? I invented you fools
We talking education? I invented the schools
We talking bling blinging? I invented the jewels
You wanna talk office? I invented the space
You wanna talk amazing? I invented the race
You wanna talk courtroom? I invented the case
You talking self defense bitch? I invented the mase
Now let me get on in the bout of social commentary
Here's what I don't get about the gays being so scary
I don't really think that we're all gonna slip up on the slope
Just like I don't think any human being is dumb enough to choke
On a pretzel...oh damn...maybe I've been wrong
Maybe I should rethink the structure of this whole damn song
Nah, I'll keep on going, just let me get the henessy
Here goes the argument that says that gayness is the enemy:

D.W. (Don't Wanna) Seymour Butts
Oh, it's controversial and it's blasphemous and scary
If Ryan has two daddies, pretty soon siblings will marry
And then who's to stop a farmer from just marrying his own cow?
And Mormons marry communally...What do we do now?

Well for starters, my suggestion, get your head out of your ass
And while you're out there, if you see the light, man, legalize my grass
Bitch don't you know I've got a million brothers dying in Iraq?
And you're here bitchin' about who hits who else in the fucking crack?
Please
Geez
Louise
Go drown in whizzed cheez
Go choke on your hate, but first choke on deez
Nuts
And yeah, Suspeck, I took that from you
A little payback for the pop culture theft you tried to do

And you're here bitchin' about who hits who else in the fucking crack?

Absolutely fantastic...Rhymes to follow later, just had to give you the props...great scheme today too homey.

 

i'm with nic !. this is so fabulous. hah. how cool am i, reading this stuff ?

and alphonse, hope you got my other message about the 'play'. great stuff ! thankyou !. i've just received another response from the next 'character', so it shouldn't be long

mig XXX

Absolutely fantastic...Rhymes to follow later, just had to give you the props...great scheme today too homey.

Many thanx...thanx also for linking to my page that's infinitely appreciated...i've been meaning to return the favor but i can't figure out how...so maybe someone can help me out with that...until then...this is philomedy wallowing in his blog-related ignorance...

I'm just so extatic that we made it to page numero dos,
not another thread out there half as dope, nope, not even close,
I chose...you all on this special day,
to celebrate in my own special way,
just at how far we have come,
shit, let's make breakfast with orange juice and rum,
and we'll talk like pirates and make a ship out of the couch cushions,
or start a conga line so put your hands on my tush-and,
dance all around...jump up and down,
or sit down and relax,
come on girl shake that ass,
whoops, I stole an eminem line,
I hope he doesn't locate me and give me a fine,
I'm pourin out the contents of my stine,
drinking fluids from my spine,
and Saturday morning is my time to shine,
to get out there and find me some dimes.

(sorry this is weak, but I'm hungry and I need coffee really bad)

Pop Culture Class

There she sits at the electric machine,
with her depression, turning green
cause the class she wanted is full,
thank god cause she's turnin' real fuckin' dull,
trading hollywood gossip for her soul,
she gets way too into this shit,
readin 'bout how jessica had a fit,
over nick and his stipper fun,
tabloids, shes gonna blow, he better run,
i say get a gun,
look at your electric machine,
your yahoo gossip column and make a decision
what do you want to fill your empty space
all this waste...of time, energy and your mind,
theres gotta be something else you can find,
get over j-lo's big behind,
she can't say anything witty besides a movie line.
blows my mind
girl, you don't even know them, they don't care,
they sit at home readin reviews of whats best to wear,
to go where the only allowed in are the big cats,
who eat the big fats,
who walk down velvet red mats,
who in 1984 wore big hats,
who have chit-chats,

i suggest we go for a walk,
"but I'm in the middle of readin' E! talk,
about amy c, leo was who she decided to stalk"
girl i see your brains on the floor,
but I'm out the door,
clean up this mess before i get back,
I've got a real world, real problems to attack.

Y'all like the scheme
The scheme is the thing
The thing that you dream
Bitch hail to the king
The king of obscene
And give me all media
Howard Stern obsolete as an encyclopedia
Printed on paper, this the digital age
Look at Philomedy, he the digital sage
You just started reading, I'm turning the page and
Tony Soprano, he know I'm the made man
The main man
The never be slain man
The permanent genius and always insane man
The no one on Earth could put an end to my reign man
The cerebral assassin, the original brain man
The put all you mother fuckers in a permanent grave man
I'm laundry detergent and you bitches are stains man
You bitches are Abel, Philomedy's Cain man
Philomedy came in and left you ashamed man
Looking like you got hit by a Goddamn train man
You sound like the rain man
You trying to rein in
The genius I give but you ain't even the same man
You were when we started
And now you're at your end
But don't feel bad cuz I beat you...you can still be my friend

You might think your little verbal blasts rattle me,
but battling me is a falacy,
I have to be,
droppin' bombs so hazardly,
so gather up your limbs and give me a hand would you G?
and I'll show you the sound of one hand clapping,
you've already showed me what it's like to here your crappy rappin',
pull yourself up from your boot straps an,
and get back out on the street tap-dancin',
you're prancin', through the forest like a deer,
and the crowd smiled when I shot Santa and I'm awaiting the cheers,
that will surely follow when I swallow your soul,
cut up your heart into pieces and leave it in bad kids' stockings like coal,
I've never been on parole, but I'm always suspeckTed,
maybe you heard wrong and need to be redirecTed,
I've reflecTed, on just how far I've come,
from the burbs where I learned that it's not where you're from,
it's where you shuffle your feet and where you lie your head,
not where you compile your ignorance into a pile of hatred,
cause hate is the anchor that keeps us from moving,
from finding a single better day worth pursuin',
jump into my pot and just see what I'm stewin',
there's bubble-bubble toil and trouble brewin',
so take a sip and let it flow down slow,
and clean out your mind, heart, and soul,
like Drain-O, uncloggin' your pipes,
for all you money lovin',
grocery store push and shovin' types,
yeah I got pride,
but I forgot where I left it,
yeah we all are alive,
so for the sake of the one life we all lead...God bless it.

I make more money tappin'
Than you could do rappin'
Shit I make more clappin'
Than you with your yappin'
So what's crackalackin'
Bitch I'll crack your back n'
I'll leave you more twisted than Paris who's shackin'
Up with every Goddamn tennis pro alive
You heard of a DP? That bitch takin' five
With her buddy Nicole, man she's gon' kill Lionel
Fuckin' and partyin' and gettin' all high n' all
And having the bouncers all droolin' behind her
So covered in semen you can't even find her
That's kind of how you look right after we battle
Don't try to pull rabbits up out of my hat all
The people are saying that you're just too young for this
Too infantile and I'm just way too hungry
I'll eat you alive if you try to approach me
And you're gonna get smacked if you try to reproach me
So thank God I'm like Buddha, man, call me Siddhartha
I got nothing but love in a bottomless heart I
Just dream of a world where green is a color
And not a way to make all of my dreams duller
I shouldn't say "paper" and have it mean worth
I just want it to be the place I put my words
And the place that you read from
And get what I mean from
And realize there are still things you can believe in from
My heart to yours
From my mind to your soul
We lose sight of ourselves and then we lose control
So keep your eyes locked
You're your personal mirror
And if you don't look away you're my personal hero