This is a genuine, and for the most part, serious and excellent documentary on WW2, called "World at War" from 1974. This is Episode 6 - Banzai (Japan 1931-1942). I guess the creators got to a point where they ran out of ideas and just decided to take the chill pill and freestyle

http://www.videosift.com/video/Amazing-Freestyle-Slalom-On-Rollerblades

>> ^detheter:
This video stands as a monument to the death of the English language as we knew it. RIP One day, all our teachers will be required to freestyle well enough to maintain their street cred, whilst learning all the local dialects, yo


I wouldn't be so pessimistic, detheter, the intrusion of all kinds of slang (from LOLs&OMGs to this) in classroom environment is a phenomenon that I've only heard of being encountered in US and, as weird as it sounds, I think that via globalization foreign influence just might help US get the language back on the right track if what you described starts looking like a futuristic reality.

Also, I wonder if it's a good or a bad thing if I've never even been to the States and was familiar with the majority of vocabulary presented in this video..?

This video stands as a monument to the death of the English language as we knew it. RIP One day, all our teachers will be required to freestyle well enough to maintain their street cred, whilst learning all the local dialects, yo

I like to freestyle about the person in front of me. It helps if they're driving a truck because truck rhymes with lots of things (most importantly 'fuck')

The beat was sposed to drop right there
The beat was sposed to drop right there
The beat was sposed to drop right there
Yeah yeah yeah... uhh
I send this one out, to my right hand man
or mens, or womens, the whole crew
The real fam

We can count the dough or kick a flow
or chill out watchin videos
or actin really silly yo but really doe
all that can end...
Whether at the bar with superstars
or cruisin in the trooper car
I really don't care who you are
All I really need is a friend
Verse One: KRS-One
If we can't have trust then you can't hang with us
We respond to those who show respect with respect
We respond we connect on the same deck
same intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly
If you can't understand, we boys we boys
We could stand on the corner with a hat sellin toys
It ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine
my man, I be dissin in my freestyle rhyme
Gettin G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl
my man, we chillin at the jam, what's the plan?
I'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men
or women, I'm drivin, I see my peeps yo get in
Where you fit in? True friends are quick to sit
in the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles
Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble
Still I got my own space like Hubble

Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us
Until we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us
and wanna shout us, but you my man from way back
I just gots to say that, actin large I don't play that
But I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced
A friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced
And that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us
When the kid you grew up with betrays your trust
When we used to ride the bus we had trust
Now we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us
Yo the heads I hang with ain't tryin to just get
what they can get, sit quickly backstabbin the click
I roll thick, but only some are friends really
down to the end, my right hand men and women
Mutual support, from the beginning
Been in, exactly what I've been in

Back to back we attack corporate America
Gettin fees that amount to G's in every area
You my man I ain't gotta drag you along
You pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin on
I don't see nothin wrong wit a little bumpin car system
thumpin, between the crew we always got sump'un
But if we had nuttin no frontin whatever
We'd still be crew you and me, me for you together
Word, fake people ain't worth a turd
They only want to be your friend because of what they overheard
I send this record to the well respected
Friends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected
Yeah, so check it, so check it

I aint no joke, I use to let the mic smoke
Now I slam it when Im done and make sure its broke
When Im gone I wrote this song cuz I wont let
Nobody press up and mess up to seen I set
I like to stand in a crowd and watch the people wonder damn
Bu think about it then youll understand
Im just an addict addicted to music
Maybe its a habit, I gotta use it
Even if its jazz or the quiet storm
I hook a beat up convert it in a hip-hop form
Write a rhyme in graffitti in every show you see me in
Deep concentration cuz Im no comedian
Jokers are wild if you wanna be tame
I treat you like a child then youre gonna be named
Another enemy, not even a friend of me
Cuz youll get fried in the end if you pretend to be
? can be? cuz I just put your mind on pause
And I can beat you when you compare my rhyme wit yours
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stun
Remember me, the one you got your idea from
But soon you start to suffer but you only get rougher
When you start to stutter thats when you had enuff of
Biting it, I make you choke, you cant provoke
You cant cope, you should of broke cuz I aint no joke

I got a question, its serious as cancer
Who can keep the average dancer
Hyper as a heart attack nobody smiling
Cuz youre expressing the rhyme that Im styling
This is what we all sit down to write
You cant make it so you take it home, break it and bite
Use pieces and bits of all the hip-hop hits
Get the style down pack then its time to ? swit?
Put my tape on pause and add some more to yours
Then you figure youre ready for the neighborhood chores
The e-m-c-e-e dont even try to be
When you come up to speak, dont even lie to me
You like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate
Then change the rhyme around, that can aggravate me
So when you see me come up, freeze
Or youll be one of those 7 mcs
They think that Im a new jack but only if they knew that
They who think wrong are they who cant do that
Style that Im doing, they might ruin
Patterns of paragraphs based on you and
Your offbeat dj, if anything he play
Sound familiar, Ill wait til e say
Play em, so ima have to dis and broke
You could get a smack for this, I aint no joke

I hold the microphone like a grudge
Bll hold the record so the needle dont budge
I hold a conversation cuz when I invent
I nominated my dj the presdient
When Im see ill, people freestyle, going steadily
So pucker up and whistle my melody
But whatever you do, dont miss one
Theyll be another rough rhyme after this one
Before you know it, youre following and fiending
Waiting for the punchline to get the meaning
Like before the middle of my story Im telling
Nobody beats the r so stop yelling
Save it, put it in your pocket for later
Cuz Im moving the crowd and be a record fader
No interruptions and the mic is broke
When Im gone, then you can joke
Cuz everything is real on a serious tip
Keep playing and I varies quick
And take you for a walk through hell
Feed your dome then watch your eyeballs swell
Guide you out of triple stage darkness
When it get dark again then ima spark this
Microphone cuz the heat is on, you see smoke
And Im finish when the beat is gone, Im no joke

>> ^vairetube:
hahahah... on da right... is he giving an invisible BJ from 3:24~ haha.. "get outta here flava" ... and no redman or method man


Yes, the new video was cut into two; here is the second part:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pDo9UDmq1rg

THE NOTORIOUS B.I.G'S Verse



Uhhhhhh,

Uhhhhhh,

Niggas is mad I get more butt than ash trays,

Fuck a fair one I get mines the fast way,

The ski mask way,

Uhh,

Ransom notes,

Far from handsome...but damn a nigga tote,

[What ya' tote]

more guns than roses,

Foes is,

shaking in their boots,

Invisible bullies like The Gooch,

Disappear...vamoose...you're wack to me,

Take them rhymes back to the factory,

I see,

The gimmicks...the wack lyrics,

The shit is depressing...pathetic...please forget it,

You're mad cause my style you're admiring,

Don't be mad...UPS is hiring,

You shoulda been a cop...fuck hip-hop,

With that freestyle you're bound to get shot,

Not from Houston but I rap-a-lot,

Pack the gat a lot,

The flav's bout to drop uhh,


Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear,

Time for new flava in ya ear,

I'm...kicking...new....flava in ya ear,

Mack's a brand new flava in ya ear,

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear



CRAIG MACK'S VERSE



AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH here comes the Mack!



Word up don't rap no crap you bore me,

Wanna grab my dick...too lazy...hold it for me,

I'm straight that great plus the heads straighten dreads,

I'm everlasting like the toe on Pro Keds,

A tech nine,

When I rhyme,

Plus I climb,

Word is bind,

You're album couldn't fuck with one line,

It's been three years since you last hear,

But now I reappear your heart pumps fear,

To your gut,

Did your girl's butt,

I scraped it...shaped it...now she won't strut,

I smash teeth,

Fuck your beef,

No relief,

I step on stage girls scream like I'm Keith,

You won't be around next year,

My rap's too severe,

Kicking mad flava in ya ear,



RAMPAGE'S VERSE



Twenty one...Ninety Four,

Mad muthafuckin' hardcore,

It's my turn to burn now explore,

The flava in ya ear it's the boyscout,

I make outs,

I make other rappers have doubts,

[That's right]

You're fucking with the wrong clan and the wrong man that's it,

Now you got to get your dome split,

I'm going into my knapsack with my gat,

Take off my hat,

Yes I'm just cool like that,

The dangerous,

The ruggedness,

>From the Flatbush abyss,

BLS...97...KISS bounce to this,

I wanna live long in this rap game,

Niggas know my name,

Yo Puffy...,

[Burn 'em in the flames]



[You're jingling baby]

{Go 'head daddy

[You're jingling baby]

{Go 'head daddy



LL COOL J'S VERSE

Heesheeee,

Uhhhhh...blowticious,

Skeevee [mmmmmm] delicious,

Gimme coos coos love me good,

Uhh damn,

Hollis to Hollywood but is he good?,

I guess like the jeans...Uhh,

Flava like praleens,

Sick daddy iaaamean?,

Papa love it when he does it,

Niggas buzz it,

But tell me was it really just the flava that be clogging your ears,

The most safest behavior is to stay in the clear,

It's all for you...It's really all for you,

{Now what?

Punch back,

Close your eyes try to munch that,

Oil up your ankles let your Tims tap,

Bite the flava it reacts to your gold caps,

Word to mama,

I tongue kiss a pirhana,

Electrocute a barracuda...I'm here to bring the drama,



BUSTER RHYMES' VERSE



YO!...YO! The flavas in your ass crease ha!,

Busta Rhymes' about to bring the noise don't cease ha!,

Let me loose from the belly of the beast ha!,

Everybody,

Hey...HEEEEEEYYYYYYY..Hey! you better believe it's Busta Rhymes and yo

we're

bout to rip the Tri-State,

Ay yo! Hey...HEEEEEEYYYYYYY..Hey!,

I'll split your face and give you stitches,

Throw niggas in ditches,

Smack the ass on fat bitches,

Wait one sec,

I'm coming down and rolling with the heavyweight connec to the stomping

grond,

Now...don't you get suspicious,

Grant your wishes everytime,

Breaking dishes when I bust a rhyme,

I know one thing the whole world least expected,

Was how we all connected to break fool on the same record,

Five new flavas on beat...feel the fuckin' heat,

I really think you should retreat while we blow up the street,

Instead of copping pleas just freeze,

Maintain the focus while we smoke these marijuana trees,

Break it down and disappear...reappear and blow up everywhere,

Fuckin' flava's in your ear,

There are quite a few colloquial expressions but I tried my best to translate
(For example "7er alpina" at the end refers to a BMW model)

Not a really good freestyle in my opinion (though it does get a little more entertaining towards the end)
The main reason why this clip got hyped is because the guys getting pulled over are Kay One and Bushido, who are big names in the german rap scene

Anyway, here is the translation of Ekleks text:


Excuse me? (...)
Hell, we are being pulled over... police
yo whats happening
My name is Kay One and we are kickin it..
I dont know why dont have a clue but
thats how life is rolled as a gangster
all clear, Kay One not a Wankster.
real criminals bluelights flashing
and I cant be sad
yeah we are causing trouble until four
like the cops of trouble in the hood yeah
undercover nightstick
dont talk crap
i am the one with the telescopic nightstick
(...)
all of a sudden 500 euros are missing
500 euros are missing I saw it
he stole it i can´t understand
he stole the money 100 Euros, why
that can´t be real
whoever steals money is a pig, oh no
Kay One I am so arrogant
(...) I am a gangster for life
Outlaw on my stomach, yeah (...)
what is happening for the gangsters on the west-side
crackpipe smoking joking
Kay numero uno of the motherfucking nigga bitches, yeah
I am Kay One I am the King
homies look at me cocaine in my ring
all women love me
I am a dealer yeah what´s happening
and i am cruising in a beamer
7er alpina, gangsta, wanksta,...

We say thank you,
we whish you a nice evening and come again
we say bye bye to you
and like to see you again
who has my ID?
I am also wearing a star...

Who has my ID?
(...)
Yes, I am a gangster...

Ciao Maatc,
I need help in finding out what is being said by Gangster/Wankster Kay One here
http://www.videosift.com/video/Kay-One-Bushido-German-freestyle-during-police-check
would be nice if you could add more to the transcription and/or help with the translation..
a+

Check out this older sift http://www.videosift.com/video/Amazing-aerobatics-by-Russian-fighter-jet Its more than just ground effect. Ever since the SU-27, this has been an unspoken benchmark for fighter jet manouverability. Its sorta like bmx freestyle for jets.

At least he says something in the freestyle bits, the missus just says "freestylin, freestylin!!!" Which is enough to resurrect me after I fail at drums so I kinda encourage it...

Fixed and thanks.

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