I don’t like being told what to do. Most of the time I do it anyways, but I don’t like it. This is why Top 40 music has always made me bitter. Even growing up, I couldn’t stand it. Not only was it repetitive, but these songs were basically chosen by some music producer in LA that determined what song we were going to listen to 4 times an hour for the next 4 months. When we moved here, I thought I was doomed to have to listen to this terrible music forever. Growing up, I listened to rap because it was such a new and unique sound. Nowadays, it’s filled with Kanye’s, Drake’s, Lil John’s and Waka Flocka Flames. Uhh…possibly why I can’t get into it these days. But then I discovered a station that plays the OLD school rap. The good stuff I used to listen to. Finally a station that doesn’t make me want to barf. Until I start hearing the rap oldies over and over again…
Let’s kick these gifs into high gear…
Jump around…jump around…
Just don’t try to strike…
And whatever you do…
This young girl named Cally C. Yum…
The roof was on fire…
This guy was plenty helpful…
Ahh the classic…
Ready…
See how hard it is…
Robots deliver…
May the crossing guard’s…
Don’t call it a comeback, I’ve been here for years. H to the IZZO, V to the IZZA. Brass Monkey, that Funky Monkey. Sounds like a rap to me.
ARRRRGGGHHHHHH
Bitter Rap Battle Ben