It's nice to hear some of those dope battle rhymes as *livemusic as well.

*promote the washed-out hack
mack-daddys' back
with his punk beats
Hoein'-out to Hollywood Jump Street;
Slingin' sit-com crack like a chump thief
"Are We There Yet?" ,I don't know Uncle Tommy, you tell me?!

Come a long way since the N W A,
Now you makin' all yas' Compton brothers nervous,
and your tinsel-town time looks like community service,
to the white man;
Kissin' his nutsack
Took a promissin' career , went and showed it your buttcrack;
Turnin' niggas into stereo-typical, thug-smack
If your granny was alive you'd be feelin' a BITCH SLAP!

Tell us what you've done for the Black community;
Given niggas nothing more than some pimp-ass immunity,
from thinkin' too hard about from whence they came
from playin' any better at the white man's game
from stayin' Afrocentric and adjustiin' the game,
helpin' all the righteous brothers to a dose of the same, you're LAME!
and your rhymes, all the same
Played-pentameter-same, house-nigga blame-game...

Many may freestyle, the few deal in truth.

Does it rhyme with the Shmood?

Love it.

The Lawrence Abides

Admit it, you got wood just like Randy from South Park watching this~
Ill rhymes with bill, would make anyone ill; Reservations required, a la'Cafe on the Hill.

Wow, what a bitch. I guess a child's name can indicate that parents aren't too clever though... anyone whose child's name rhymes with aden/aiden (Aiden, Jaden, Kaden, Maden, Raden, etc..) for example. Or parents who deliberately spell their child's name differently (e.g. Jackson vs Jaxon vs Jaqson) so that they'll be "unique". Doesn't make the kid dumb...

The singing improv never worked for me. Because of the rhyming schemes the jokes became predictable and drawn out.
Now, if you want to get me interested in a preview of this, then show me some Ryan Stiles and Colin Mocherie doing their thing with very little direction from the host.

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

Now I rock the houseparty at the drop of a hat
And I can beat a biter down with aluminum bat
A lot of people they be jonesin cause they hear me rock the mic
They be starin at their radios
Stayin up all night
So, like pimp, I'm pimpin
Got a boat to eat shimp in
Ain't nothin wrong with my leg I'm just B-Boy limpin
I got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumpin on the float
My man, MCA's got a beard like a billy goat
Ooha Oooha! It's a disco call!
MCA, uh huh! Get a rope, ya'll

The routines that I bust
And the rhymes that I write
And I'll be bustin routines and rhymes all night
Like eatin burgers and chicken and you'll be pickin your nose
And I'm on time, homie, that's how it goes
You heard my style, I think you missed the point...

It's the JOINT

*Quality *History rhymes! Now to watch it again.

Initially I had the same reaction. Then it occurred to me that this isn't "homosexuals making generalizations", it's just one person making really shallow and trite observations. A performer who doesn't have the imagination or wisdom to find deeper truths. And that performer happens to be a young gay person who hasn't yet gotten past the "self obsessive" stage of coming out. I'm guessing it would be hard to have a conversation with this woman about anything other than her sexual identity.

This is the slam poetry equivalent of a comedian getting on stage with hackneyed material:
"hey, what's up with airport security? AMIRIGHT"
"you ever notice how white people dance all bad? AMIRIGHT"

I don't get how this was slam poetry either. Is it because she repeated the same line 3 times at 1:30? Does slam poetry mean repeating yourself, sounding angry and not rhyming?

This performance makes me think that the Women of the World Slam Poetry 2013 competition had no more than 3 entrants and at least one of them was a mute.

His last name rhymes with a short stick used as a weapon

Damn those are some juicy-lookin'-ass clams!

I could do this (and various other seaside food-gathering activities) every day and never get tired of it...

I'm with Louis CK, I am offended by white people using the phrase "N-Word" instead of obeying contextual license with regard to language. Some douchebag on this site with head firmly inserted in ass, saw to it that I was banned on the grounds of "inflammatory" use of what he supposed to be an inferred jab at him personally (and black folks in-general) . I used the term "monkey" referring to humans in general nad I had no idea the guy was a black man. I did however know he was a fucking asshole, in general). The mob ruled with 2 votes to ban me, and I could not come to my own defense because my account was suspended already.

How fucking fair was that, monkey-boy??!

I agree, that the word has become less-than-fashionable, even among the AA community but seriously people, it's 2012 and in context a word has meaning and power as it sits, or you simply turn it into whatever the fuck suits your particular perspective.

So if simply seeing the word "nigger" (here, I'll type it bigger for you because it's easier to see and bigger rhymes with "NIGGER") sends your defective brain in the direction of judgement or racism, you're fucking developmentally-disabled and the schools you went to were shit. I love the word because it makes all you closeted racist's blood boil when you even think of it! I don't use it outside of meaningful context and I refuse to say , "THE "N" word because: the white people who invented it also invented the word "nigger" and just thinking of the phrase and the meaning behind it makes me embarrassed to be a white man.

But seriously, love white people. I think everyone should own one.

Oh ozzy, you songsmith. Rhyming 'masses' with 'masses?' Genius.

In the multiverse theory of reality, anything that can happen, happens on some plane of the brane (not precisely the theory, but it rhymes). Time travel simply places you in one of those possible timelines where history is such that your presence cannot create a paradox. All those disappearing people and body parts couldn't/wouldn't happen. The film takes a more determinist and uni-universe slant, I guess.

Still a fun movie. I don't have a problem with science fiction movies taking creative liberties with the science.