Holyshitit'sMr.Redlegs. Love you Pierre. Also, fuck North Carolina for taking credit for the Wright Brothers. The only state that the airplane could have originated from is Ohio. Think about it. They got so bored with their bicycle repair shop that they changed the world as we know it. Accidental genius is an Ohio…

Challenge accepted.

What if a gyro (or is that a falaffel?) was singing it?

But I was there. 
When Metallica sued Napster. 
I told them, "Don't do it that way, you'll never make a dime."I was there.I taught the glove defenseTo the law majors.
I taught it at Harvard University.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.

I hate my record store girl. She put my change in the frickin' bag and it somehow managed to get into the sleeve of Liquid Swords. Scratched the hell out of it. Never forgave her.

I'd say the lyric after that, but I don't think it's english. However, I looked it up, and here it is verbatim from the site:
A anna bonanna[?] bananafanafunoYet you know shafino=20Met her in a trio

How sad is what Bnr76 said? It's all about being "self-aware" nowadays. I don't need to be told how talented Drake is to know that his music is boring. And then you have the other end of the spectrum which would be the rampant posturing of guys like Rick Ross. It's insufferable.

Very slightly but I see your point. It's like the Beasties after Licensed to Ill but before Paul's Boutique.

When a friend suggests you listen "to this new rapper he found" or "Kanye" I inevitably say "No. Listen to this!" and play this album or Low End Theory.

That makes a lot more sense. Still doesn't explain "I tie my hands up to a chair so I don't fall that way" though.

Won't deny that.

Chumbawamba?

This song is OBVIOUSLY talking about Dee Brown's come from behind victory in the '91 Slam Dunk contest.

Someone needs to get on that mashup. NOW.

I dunno. I always got a kick out of telling my friends the lyrics and laughing when they invariably denied it.

I loved Helena Beat, even though the lyrics seemed so nonsensical that it hurt my brain.

My fake names are always plays on musical groups.

If it makes you feel any better, I met a girl under a pseudonym (Seamus Finnegan, foreign but not too foreign). Telling her my real name turned her on for some reason. It was awesome. Wait, that probably doesn't make you feel better.

-Ahem-
What is our social security number? I forgot and I need it to um…apply for a job. Yeah. That's it.

Tail whip? Tackle? Pound? Heh. Umm…Oh! I should totally shout "hyper beam" when I give women my "DNA sample" if you know what I mean.