I go to this uni. It's pretty hard to convince yourself that it's ok to "get into" gangster's paradise when you're very very aware that you're sat with a hugely famous rapper in a squalid little room of a miserable little town and would know nothing of the life you're trying to sing about

Think how self conscious you'd feel!

They hit one every six, pretty good for some zep-rappers from S.A.....Can't get enough of young Miss Visser's cute, tiny potty-mouth and fit, bodacious body!!

Vapid, former L.A. stripper at the gym, spending her former rapper husband's cash to maintain her only current ASSet...Female Douchebags come in this shape and size...

THERE ONCE WAS A LITTLE GIRL
WHO HAD A CRUSH ON A BAD, BAD BOY
BUT WHEN THAT BAD BOY GOT OUT OF PRISON
THAT LITTLE GIRL'S ASS WAS IN BIG, BIG TROUBLE!

DAAI BRA ANIES HY'S N FOKKEN GAM BRA
HAAI! DAAI ANIES HY LAM INNIE MANG JA
'KEN SY MY NOMMER?' XHA! BOY WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER?
TWEE SES? TWEE SEWE? OF IS JY N AG BRA?
Translated:
THAT BOY ANIES, HE'S A FUCKIN GHETTO BOY
ANIES CHILLS IN JAIL
'DOES SHE KNOW MY NUMBER?' NO! BOY WHAT'S YOUR NUMER?
26? 27? OR ARE YOU A 28?

THROW DEM DEVILISH GANG SIGNZ IN DA AIR
START GIVING IT UP 4 LITTLE EVIL ME
MY FINGERZ R GREEN COZ IM A MEAN DOPE FIEND
IM WICKED LIKE MAD D.O.G
FRESH LIKE A LITTLE DARK G.O.D
YO-LANDI VI$$ER GOT DA HYPEST FLOW
START TALKING IN TONGUES WHENEVER I GET STONED
MUDAFUCKN MINDZ GET BLOWN
EVERY TIME I RAP IN2 DA MICROPHONE
MY ZEF ACCENT IZ VERY FOREIGN
WHEN I SPEAK OVERSEAZ DEY GO: I BEG YOUR PARDON?
U CAN'T GET ME LIKE ERIC CARTMAN
NAUGHTY LITTLE KITTY GO MEOW
YES DADDY, I'M A BIG GIRL NOW
JAS LITTLE DEVIL MAKE YOUR DICK GO WOW
CHEA BOY! YO-LANDI VI$$ER IS HOT STUFF

DAAI BRA ANIES HY'S N FOKKEN GANGSTA
HAAI, DAAI BRA ANIES HY LAM INNIE MANG JA
'KEN SY MY NOMMER?' XHA! BOY WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER?
TWEE SES? TWEE SEWE? OF IS JY N AG BRA?
Translated:
THAT BOY ANIES, HE'S A FUCKIN GANGSTER
DAMN! ANIES IS CHILLING IN JAIL
'DOES SHE KNOW MY NUMBER?' NO! BOY WHAT'S YOUR NUMER?
26? 27? OR ARE YOU A 28?

DAAI BRA ANIES HY DROOM INNIE MANG JA
VAN MY PUNANI, JA JYS LEKKER JAS BRA
VINGER IN JOU HOL IN, NXA! HAAL UIT DIE GANJA
JA PAKKIE ZOL IN! KLAP IT SOOS N RASTA
Translated:
THAT BOY ANIES, HE'S DREAMING IN JAIL
DREAMING OF MY PUNANI, YEAH YOU HEAVY HORNY BOY
FINGER IN YOUR ASS, NICE! WHIP OUT THE WEED YOU SMUGGLED IN
JA ROLL IT UP, LIGHT IT UP, HIT LIKE A RASTA

I RHYME TIGHT! TIGHT! TIGHT! TIGHT!
SPARK MOSH-PIT SHIT COZ I RHYME SO HYPE
PUT ME IN FRONT OF SUM1 I DON'T LIKE
I GO PUNCH! KICK! BITE! FIGHT!
I'M KRAY-KRAY LIKE O.D.B.
YO-LANDI DOWN WID O.P.P.
I SMELL LOVELY COZ I DON'T EAT MEAT
2 MUCH BUBBLY DEN I GO PEE-PEE
LOOK OUT HERE CUM LITTLE EVIL ME
I GOT A ITCHY LITTLE NEED 4 SPEED
RAP ON DA BEAT LIKE A HI-SPEED CHASE SONG
I GOOI ROOI! NO MUDAFUKIN BREAKS ON
ALL DEZE POP SONGZ SOUND LIKE DA SAME SONG
I BURN DEM! JA MUDAFUCKA FLAME ON!
BOW DOWN 2 HER MUDAFUCKN MAJESTY
NO RAPPER OUT DERE AZ BAD AZ ME!

SNY JOU KOEKIE!
SNY-SNY JOU SNOEKIE COOKIE!
Translated:
CUT YOUR LITTLE CAKE
CUT-CUT YOUR LITTLE FISHY CAKE
CUT IT-CUT IT- HEY KITTY KITTY KITTY!
CUT IT-CUT IT- HEY KITTY KITTY KITTY!

DAAI BRA ANIES HY'S N FOKKEN GAM BRA
HAAI! DAAI ANIES HY LAM INNIE MANG JA
'KEN SY MY NOMMER?' XHA! BOY WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER?
TWEE SES? TWEE SEWE? OF IS JY N AG BRA?
Translated:
THAT BOY ANIES, HE'S A FUCKIN GHETTO BOY
ANIES CHILLS IN JAIL
'DOES SHE KNOW MY NUMBER?' NO! BOY WHAT'S YOUR NUMER?
26? 27? OR ARE YOU A 28?

DAAI BRA ANIES HY'S A FOKKEN GANGSTA
DAAI BRA ANIES HY'S VARS UITIE MANG JA
WYS HOM PUNANI, WAARS JOU COOKIE THUMPER?
GEE HOM PUNANI, MAAR HY SOEKIE BUM BRA!
Translated:
THAT BOY ANIES, HE'S A FUCKIN GANGSTER
THAT BOY ANIES, HE'S FRESH OUT OF JAIL
SHOW HIM PUNANI, WHERE'S YOUR COOKIE THUMPER?
GIVE HIM PUNANI, BUT HE WANTS MY BUM-BUM!

DAAI BRA ANIES HY'S A FOKKEN ROU BRA
EK BLOM MET ANIES LEKKER OPPIE SOFA
HE LOVE YO-LANDI COZ IM BLONDE ALL OVER
MAAR YOH! DAAI ANIES HY HOU VAN MY BOUDE!
Translated:
THAT BOY ANIES HE'S A FUCKIN RAW BOY
I CHILL WITH ANIES NICE ON THE SOFA
HE'S LOVES YO-LANDI COS I'M BLONDE ALL OVER
BUT JEEZ! THAT ANIES, HE REALLY LOVES MY BUM-BUM!

from YT: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8nrF5aXPlQ

Liked the clip, thought I'd help out with the translation, as some expression Google translate totally misses Tried to keep it as literal as possible, here you go


[Flynt]
My friend is my buddy even though he has no money
He’s my appearance, my face but doesn’t look like me
He’s my brother, but we weren’t carried by the same arms
He’s my s’rab (= friend), he surely won’t be the one to denounce me
My friend is my big but he’s not Pierre Menes
He doesn’t break sugar on my back (literal translation of French expression, it means he doesn’t talk about him behind his back)
He can support OM (French soccer team Olympique Marseille) and if it helps him I’d lie to his wife without a problem
And If my friend comes from far away, he or his parents
Black, white, yellow or brown, it makes me one ignorant less
I do not expect you to wax my shoes (again French expression, it means he doesn’t expect him to kiss his ass)
It will not be because of you being straightforward if I burn the bridges
I wouldn’t put you in my mess if I did something stupid
I wouldn’t ask you to come down with a shovel at night without asking any questions
But if it is needed, bring me back home
If I go crazy bring me back to reason
We can disagree, we can take our heads (French expression, it means We can argue, fight)
But there will always be a piece for you on my plate
My buddy does not scream with wolves
We do not wash our dirty laundry in public (to take care of your personal business) but between us
It is not always the good wind that brings my buddy (It means it is not always a happy reason why his friend is coming to him)
I’m not always OK with how he behaves
I wouldn’t like to learn that he has betrayed me or that he’s plotting
It would bury our relationship even if it’s strong
I have not sealed my fate to his, for me things are clear
My friend is my friend but he’s not my father
I want to keep him a long time so I avoid interfering
Between him and me, money, women and all that could divide us

[Orelsan]
My friend has always been there
Too long, my best friend was me
My buddy stays at my home, we spend sleepless nights
We remake the world, we hear each other even in the silences
My friend always answers my phone calls
That we every hour or every twelve years
I can make him understand everything with a blink
At the edge of the explosion buddy is the pin (goupille is the metal pin of a grenade)
Where I am many people mix friends and groupies
But I’ve understood treason since Fox and the Hound
My buddy isn’t trying to please me at all costs
Doesn’t pretend to look away when my verses are bad
Late evening, always a corner of a sofa
My car is not in the ditch because he keeps the key
Nothing separates us even large sums (of money)
We don’t raise pigs but have raised some sluts
My buddy lowers no one to bring himself in the spotlight
He’s my reflection, breaking us apart is risking seven years of bad luck
My buddy is not a beast in heat
And I can sleep peacefully at night when I introduce him to my sister
Loyal in friendship
If I am not down to earth anymore my dude reminds me of the laws of gravity
Always ready, always the first to come down
in case of a dip or for a game of Play(station)

He’s my antidepressant, my lexo(mil), my friends aren’t all heroes

In practice we all have our faults
If one day in my life I forget to be legit

I’ll listen to this piece again as a kind of memo

[Flynt & Orelsan]
This is for my friend of 20 years
For my buddy of now
He’s my disgusting friend and my dapper dude
For my ugliest friend
For my dumbest pal
For m most down to earth friendy friend
For my friend on Pluto

This is for my easy-talking friend and my dyslexic friend

My buddy that my friend (girl) said no to but persists
For my unemployed buddy, my buddy who works

For my kickeur buddy, my buddy who raps poorly
(kickeur apparently means good rapper: it does)

Boxer buddy, my pianist friend
Performing buddy, buddy artist
Buddy hook, buddy Roger
My friend who crashes at a mate’s house and has no projects

Dude in a suit, buddy in Coste-la (Coste-la is actually ‘verlan’ for Lacoste, the brand)
My friend who lives in the countryside

Came for the titties and all i got was two french rappers. What a jip!

and so here is a google translation...

[Flynt]
My friend is my Swiss although not sorrel
This is my ganache, my mouth but not me
This is my brother, but it was not brought by the same arm
This is my SRAB is surely not the one who denounced me
My friend is my big but it is not Pierre Menes
It does not break my back on sugar
It can support the OM and if it helps I lie to his wife without problem
If my friend has far him or her darons
Black, white, yellow or brown, it makes me a less ignorant
I do not expect from me that thou waxes pumps
It will not be because of your deductible if I cut the bridges
J'te would not put in my shenanigans and if I did the con
J'te not ask to reapply with a shovel at night without asking any question
But if we take me home
If I go into a spin please take me to the reason
We can disagree, we can take the lead
But y 'will always firstly for you on my plate
My buddy does not scream with Wolves
We do not wash dirty linen in public but us
This is not always the good wind brings buddy
J'cautionne not always how it behaves
I would not learn that he has betrayed me or plotting
It bury our relationship even if they are strong
I have not sealed my fate to his, for me things are clear
My friend is my friend but it is not my father
I want to keep it that long so I avoid interfering
Between him and me money, women and all c'qui could divide us

[Orelsan]
My friend has always been there
Too long, my best friend was me
Buddy squats at home, we spend sleepless nights
We remade the world, means even in the silences
My friend always answers my shots thread
That is called every hour or every twelve rods
J'peux all understand him with an eyebrow
At the edge of the explosion buddy is the pin
I'm where many people mix friends and groupies
But I understood the treason since Fox and the Hound
My buddy is trying not please at all costs
Not pretend to move the head when j'fais couplets rotten
Late evening, always a corner sofa
My car is not in the ditch because it holds the key
Nothing separates us even large sums
No pigs are raised but raised some sluts
Buddy lowers one to highlight
This is my reflection, we break it's risky seven years of misfortune
My buddy is not a beast in heat
And I can sleep peacefully at night when my sister has J'lui
Loyal friend
If I have more down to earth dude reminds me of the laws of gravity
Always ready, always the first to reapply
If that blow for a party Play

This is my antidepressant, my lexo, my friends n'sont not all heroes
(n'sont = are not) so my friends are not all heroes.

In practice we all have our faults
If one day in my life I forgot to be legit

J'réécouterais this piece as a kind of memo
(J'réécouterais = I'm saying)

[Flynt & Orelsan]
This is for my friend 20 years
For my buddy now
This is my friend and my disgusting dapper dude
My ugliest friend
To my greatest con pal
My friend down to earth
To my friend on Pluto

This is for my friend and my Chatter dyslexic friend
( I think chatter here means mumbling)

My buddy that my friend said no but still
Unemployed for my buddy, my buddy who works

Kickeur my buddy, my buddy who raps poorly
(kickeur apparently means good rapper)

Boxer buddy, my pianist friend
Handler buddy, buddy artist
Buddy hook, buddy Roger
My friend who squats at a mate and no project

Dude in a suit, buddy-Coste in the (coste-la seems to mean united states or the coast) so buddy in the states

My friend who lives in the countryside

Think you will like this http://videosift.com/video/French-Rappers-Star-In-All-The-Very-Best-Movies

rappers adopted it like some red-headed stepchild?

That's quite a mixed metaphor you've got there.

These videos with autotunage are the best use for the tech-Autotune sounded stupid and silly when rappers adopted it like some red-headed stepchild....WHY? Because 90% of rappers are tone deaf and can't sing for shit.

On the other hand, Charles Ramsey sounds golden.

Man, and here I used to think rappers had it figured out...

Even if arming more people is the answer, and I think it's a ridiculous notion, how the hell are you going to get people who don't want to carry guns to carry guns? This whole "if everyone was armed" bullshit assumes most people would be willing to carry. The gun nuts in this country live in this imaginary world where they walk around protecting everybody like superheroes or something. I watch a lot of knife reviews and other knife videos on YT, and so many are done by gun nuts who feel a need to place their guns strategically or even blatantly within the shot while they talk about a knife. What is it with these idiots that they NEED to flash you their guns whenever possible? Are they just chest-thumping? Why do guns turn people into instant bad-asses? Is it an image sold by gun manufacturers, or TV, or rappers, or Quentin Tarantino? It just seems so mentally ill to me.

The part of the Obligatory black rapper in the middle of the song will also be played by the same talentless white girl.

Yo, Hi-Tek, you think you could fuck with something like this?

[Beatboxing]

Don't you mean something like this?

Yeah, that's perf. Yo-Landi, do that thing.

Eh Fatty Boom Boom
Hit me with the Ching-ching
Not fokken thinking, dolla eye twinkling
Just a bit of junkie,
Let's not get too funky
Ohh ohhh ooh ohh

When I'm on the mic it's like murder murder murder!
Kill kill kill!
Wat se Suid-Afrika?
Suig my fokken piel.
Hier kom ek weer
Like a lekker a smack in the face
Rappers are fokking pouring into passenger planes
What happened to all the cool rappers from back in the day?
Now all these rappers sound exactly the same
It's like one big inbred fuck-fest
Sies
No, I do not want to stop, collaborate or listen

Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy hold on to your ching
I'm takin' over America, blowin' up everything
Physically fit, the Ninja very energetic
If you haven't got it by now, then you're never gonna get it
I whip my dick out and piss on all the hard-up 'n fokken rap
Got an offshore account for dollar bills in a stack
Fuck rap
I'm siding with China we not fokken related
Like a methfest, like the first time I ejaculated.

Eh Fatty Boom Boom
Hit me with the Ching-ching
Not fokken thinking, dolla eye twinkling
Just a bit of junkie,
Let's not get too funky
Ohh ohhh ohh ohh

Eh Fatty Boom Boom
Hit me with the Ching-ching
Not fokken thinking, dolla eye twinkling
Just a bit of junkie,
Let's not get too funky
Ohh ohhh
Hi! My name is Yo-Landi fuckin' Visser
Fight fight fight!
Kick you in the teeth, hit you on the head with the mic
There's a rumble in the jungle I'm (something) to beat em
Not looking for trouble but trouble's looking for me
M'uppercuts're fokken swollen with nothing just come for free
I used to think I'd always kill this to hustle something to eat
South Africa used to be a twangy'd, (y'know dat's me)

Suddenly you're interested 'cause we're blowing up overseas
Make you money money money
Yes yes yes
Zef side represent
You're fuckin' with the best

I'm a upper
Twangies get buffed like a sucka
Bokka Bokka
Yippie-ki-yay motherfucker!

I'm a big deal (wiv de seen my niggas rollin' me)?
Now I'm having so much fun I can't even go to sleep

Yo-landi!
What?
Where you at?
Here I am!

Spitting fokken lyrics like bam bam bam!

Eh Fatty Boom Boom
Hit me with the Ching-ching
Not fokken thinking, dolla eye twinkling
Just a bit of junkie,
Let's not get too funky
Ohh ohhh ohh ohh [x2]

We keep it lekker lekker lekker, zef zef zef
Spend all my fuckin' money til' there's nothing left
I'm a fat cat, keep the change I don't need the slip
With this fat sack of dagga I'm smoking a spliff
In my mat blacks are bottle-haters throwing a fit
Round the corner gooi'n fokken spiff Tokyo drift

My daddy told me there's a lot of fish in the sea
There's just a lotta motherfuckin' money bitches and weed

Ja, dagga dagga dagga, puff puff puff
Bring the beat back Hi-Tek!
Make it rough
We drop the type of beats that make you shut the fuck up and dance
We drop the type of beats so good you're fuckin' stuck in a trance
In the overseas they like to say you're stuck in a trance
We drop the type of beats that make you fuckin' cum in your pants

Pass it to left, like a zef, to the east, to the motherfucken left

Eh Fatty Boom Boom
Hit me with the Ching-ching
Not fokken thinking, dolla eye twinkling
Just a bit of junkie,
Let's not get too funky
Ohh ohhh ohh [x3]

Jesus

This guy is like the rapper cousin of Henry Rollins. Talented, creative and astonishingly well-informed.