Exactly.

No, he didnt step in anything... he's just some wack job. I used to work for a guy like him, going on about how Obama was a Muslim Terrorist, but it was worse that he was Muslim. Ignorance like he attempts to spread is dangerous to real people, but I was just seriously bored of homework and im not smoking right now.

Besides, QM uses his anonymity like an Iranian guard... it's because he knows he's wrong. Don't act like I'm trying to unmask an Iraqi interpreter. The point was to be ironic and show him how anyone can keep spouting something... and maybe he should see how he likes misinformation when its about him.

I never once thought he was a girl. I'm convinced it's a guy, because a girl would find something constructive to do.

Not having dissent present =/= lacking completeness. Maybe a good idea is a good idea. I prefer constructive variety not a broken record that never played right in the first place.

I had fun wasting QM's time as he furiously typed private replies. That makes anything from this point on well worth it to me.

I'll be the guy at Central Washington University wearing the Videosift shirt if it makes any of you feel better.

Now that you're a 'made man' Karl Rove can't wack you.

Rugged like rwanda, don't wind up far or get chopped up
Quick to rush the spot like baby urine get mopped up
Tags that spray your hall with rap aerosol
Organized graffiti lectures in can control
Or level with the devil racing uptown first to fort apache
I'm much too much for any demon style to master me
From the thought's next bridge to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating
Sparking m-80's and bottle rockets it's a nigga chaser
Downtown graffiti deface a heroin debaser
Open up your eyes and clean out your nature
Wide open like the grand canyon
Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the grand dragon
Searching for my style like job-corps
Coming home on work release shoplifting at the rap store
But sabotaging me ain't easy
I'm crooked like nathan wick starring as cochese
With a big baseball bat you get robbed like deniro
A sandwich still ain't nothing but a hero
Just a small sample of the abstract
When the rhyme gets crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act
Whether shooting joints or wax
I go all out and attack crabs and herbs that's crazy wack
We all can't be pimps, and we all can't rap
You got to get your dollars on cause it's on like that
Here's what I want you to do
Niggas with the green axe and burgundy forerunner, inhuman like blade runner
When I'm rhyming all summer just listen to the drummer
Transistor blister feedback freak the impeders
Funk flow we expose frequencies in sequence
Napalm gets dropped long range like fiber optics
Check the rhyme activity your skills is microscopic
Peace to my crew and my nigga el-p
Who's here to spark it causing all these crabs to flee

Check it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty lungs misty
Color me maxmillian cause I'm that crazy robot
Teetering on the edge of outer space
Spitting buckshots till black holes surround me, you found me
As far as I'm concerned I've got your ashes in an urn
Big up, the temperamental hold none barred kid
What's your confunction? tracks is type dusty
Drinking water out the well of life and i'ma piss it back rusty
Flesh and phonics, you're God damned right
I'm on 'em like aeorta pacemakers hooked up to clappers
Clap off (*clap clap*) welcome to my free-form jubilee, look at me
The witness to the shit you wanna be
Dba lyrical p known as a simp and I'm a sycophant
Feeding on fats passed and dipped
In and out of my invisible state
Forerunner rep tyrannical
Wrecks like tecs bust mechanical
Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an easel
Shoot a head up, what bitch you're boxing shadows
Look out my way you pull your breath out to battle
Breaking your double helix, and now the shit is single
Not mono, I burn the needle out your vinyl
El-p the third gunner on the grassy knoll
Stroll, keep the seventh seal of heaven in my pocket
You're faggot like sprockets, motherfuck the houston rockets
I'm so sick of recycled metaphors
Bet but I'd fuck laura ingalls only when she's done with her chores
Got rappers tip toeing on a highway to heaven
Got manners like bruce banner when he's stressed
I'm sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved hooks
Cause I'm a thinker
Evil anus letting off stinkers

Bj eight steps to perfection
The sum of each part forms an octagon
Let rhyme styles get sparked

Ep eight stpes to perfection
The sum of each part forms an octagon
Where rhyme styles get sparked

The holy terror, last moves you never won't win
Playing taps on a violin
You can never comprehend the rhyme origin
I rate one like a chinese, jamaicin like a chin
Hot rocking corduroy, ballys that's so fitted
Niggas came and assed out my tracks and left 'em shitted
Fuck the movement, lubricate the smooth shit
Just to letcha know, never do I use it
Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my cipher
Shorty the sniper jeep like cherokee
When I take aim handling wall to wall emcees
Mr. madman attract lyrics like magnets
They fuck up speaking cavernous when I'm stabbing it
Like the juice, then go bronco busting loose
That's my word, you couldn't shoot or try to compute the math
To kick any type sport like the vandal
I manhandle, emcees get murdered like tennessa
Or trapped in the bedroom with the texas chain saw
Massacre one two three you're taking and tell 'em
Eastwick underground new york be the dwelling
I keep telling 'em the state of the mind be the mentals
If you murder up in the ghetto you murder in a temple

First of all, those self-images are NOT his "false self." They are defining characteristics, ethics, and values that found his beliefs. They are not trivial and they are not simply things that "worry" him.

Failing an exam on account of a death in the family makes sense in that stress is a biological suppressant of the immune system and many advanced brain functions.

"Am I a failure?"
No one doesn't express this emotion. This video implies that only a certain population does. That's a lie.

"She wants to party all the time."
Another lie. Anyone...Anyone wants to enjoy their lives. If you are a depressing lump on the couch, she's going to leave... no surprise.

"He doesn't know what to believe in his Christianity anynore"
Well, to be blunt, he hastn't read the book. Period. He is basing his beliefs on what he has heard and not what he has read or thought about.

"He is taking a journey into his own soul"
This is a nice way of saying he's stoned. Drugs have their advantages, but understanding reality is not one of them. This is basically proven in science if you read the literature. Stoned scientists have a brilliant discovery once about every 50 years.

"Once your brain is functioning enough to ask you questions"
This is no "side-comment," you are able to ask your mind and unconsciousness mind questions

"Your soul was never really happy living up to those false expectations"
Bullshit. What do you know about the soul to begin with? NOTHING. This youtuber is plainly made aware that he depends on only unreviewed, wack-job "reporting" of things he wishes were true. No evidence. No Genetics. Nothing. Ignore everything this moron says. He doesn't know what he's talking about.

If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a Grammy I won't win a Tony
But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real
When I grab the mic to smash a rapper girls go "Illlll!"
Check the time as I rhyme it's 1995
Whenever I arrive the party gets liver
Flow with the master rhymer, that's to leave behind
The video rapper, you know, the chart climber
Clapper, down goes another rapper
Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald heads or natty dread
There once was a story about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead
Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head
Word, what go around come around I figure
Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas
The tables turned as the crosses burned
Remember You Must Learn
About the styles I flip and how wild I get
I go on like a space age rocket ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer

This is what you waited all year for
The hardcore, that's what KRS is here for
Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill
If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill
MC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines
Let's battle to see who headlines
Instead of flow for flow let's go show for show
Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know
Too many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly
They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly
It might be the fact that they express wackness
Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest
I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit
Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit
Now tone it down a bit
My title you will never get, I'm too intelligent
I'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic
When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it
It split quick from the lyric
Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it

Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect him
Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum
Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em
Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em
Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine?
I design rhyme and get mine all the time
MC's standin' on the sidelines, always dissin'
When I roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin'
I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's
Believe they could tangle with the likes of these
Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive
Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide
You dope, you lied, I reside like artefacts
On the wrong side of the tracks, electrified
Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide
Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism
As I spark mad iszm
The 1996 lyrical style's what I give 'em

Aiyyo my songs on, I gotta get my grub on some to-to
(I love to-to) order three buckets of mo-mo
We gettin more dough, off the books (you gettin gelly)
Pullin more hoes off the looks (you gettin gelly)
You wan hate me? cause your wifey, wants a autograph?
From the look in her eyes, I can see she wants more than that
When I see fat asses I make fat passes like quarterback
Beatnuts is alla that, your shit, all the wack
Open can-dela, if you foolin wit mah cheddah
Hardrock, ever since, junior high suela
Fly fella, takin my beats, to make your crowd get up
Im fed up, niggaz wanna bring it -- whatever!
Ima storm your pa-rade (pa-rade) blow your legs off
With a gre-nade, now you flappin, like a mermaid
Yappin off, bitch you cough at the lips
While Im at the bar, baggin, the bartender tips
Then I bag this chick, with a, hi, and the eye
She did the butterfly, rubbin her ass, against my buttonfly
I could already imagine my shit stuck inside
Everytime I strike, haters be like, dat fucking guy!

Hows that yo? its hard for you to swallow
It dont take much for us to let the metal holla
Leads bustin out of a old black impala
Thug nigga only fuck wit, muchacha malla
Big ju, dime lo conllo, how we do? , how we do? (how we do)
(how the girl dont only love me, they love you!)
Whatchu gonna do? (what, what, what? )
Nigga whatchu gonna do? (what, yo)

Heres to my pollyin niggaz who campaign
To the killers who be lovin the chicas and champagne
Thugs who get wild in the club and snatch chains
Players who be pimpin the hoes with no brains
Front watch a nigga get shot from close range
The most range, crazy motherfucker wont change
Beatnuts, forever diehard, you want pain?
Cause you walkin outta here breathin is insane
Flip a beat fast, you leave the club with a heat rash
You got a weak stash, came in the club with a free pass
I aint even know they made a roley for your cheap ass
Makin me laugh, you was in jail wearin kneepads
Now the beef has, gotten over your head
Its over you dead, ranger rover, both of your legs
Til both of us said, platinum gettin took this year
Cause for real, there aint nothin but crooks in here, nigga

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,

Black Castro up on me, Fidel Negro

King terrific can't be hit

You're wastin' time, spendin' ammo

Scientists balance pol-ar

Digital mic throw chips in your moolah

Hardcore nucle-ar

Ain't the devil happy? Har-har

Rich rap star keep the sol-ar manifestation

And the stars succeed to the sun in this mathematical equation

Police still on my dick like an invasion

Lock me up, snatch up the transportation

Went to in New York, South Pacific migration

Wack emcee's watch this nigga's frustration

Believe me when I tell you that I dictate the mic like Fidel does his nation

Keep it flowin' like libation

Big heads the perfect for decapitation

Cook rhymes 'till they el dente

Lock down the mic like El Presidente


Conquer more dips than the late Hannibal

Terrain gets too rough, I ride the beats like wooly mammals

Smokin' shit like Joe Camel

Fatally inhale

Double-0-seven but you still got tail

Q's scrambling device must have failed

Spies, thick thighs, and mics get mil, lies

Deception, military prowess

Fat bitches, tours, and microphone powers

Chemical warfare and mortar showers

Once again blowin' up shit like the Twin Towers

Poison miles for enemies or whoever devours

Holdin' shit down until the last hours


El Presidente

Fidel Negro

DJ Honda

Black Castro

Musashi be doin' it like that

Lyrical sword style, you know what I'm sayin'?

Puttin' all emcees out on they back

Can't handle it

You don't know it hits you 'till it hits you

That's it

We done, finished

Peace

My name is D Nice...
Taking out you suckers and you don't know how I did it
Yo this is D Nice and I'm about to drop some funky lyrics on this
track I
made up you know what I'm saying huh yea and you don't stop yo
My name is D Nice although I hate to admit it
Taking out you suckers and you don't know how I did it
See every episode remains in this mode
Very cool very calm there's no sweat in my palm
I just pick up the mic, precede wit a sond
I get right to the point, my competition's not long or short
It's like a sport hanging in the middle
But now if you're puzzled, let me kick the whole riddle
That my name is Derek and if I didn't mention
D-Nice is just a description
It describes the kid on the mic
I'm the TR-808, huh, but just call me D-Nice

I start to think, a very big conscious all around me
Who will be the sucker MC to try to doubt me
Is it you, or you, or you, or you, or him
But I'm like a tree and every lyric is a limb
You throw it on the turntable, very unstable
But you gamble because you need that example
There's a 1000 MC's on the planet earth now
What is the word you say to get hers
Some like to explain, some talk educated
Some like McBoo, he's X-rated
I like to think of myself as a pure rebel
A radical thinker on a musical level
'Cause suckers wanna stop me and girls wanna kiss
Wherever I go, yo, it seems I can't be dis
'Cause my name is D-Nice but all the girls call me Derek
It ran through my crew so I guess I've inherit
The job of explaining and also retaining
The fact D-Nice is remaining
Not a king nor a prince but as a teacher
Wit dopies like this, I know I'm gonna reach ya
So now I don't think you should all despise
This fact D-Nice is on a rise
Straight to the top like a bubble of water
It's a slaughter so I think you oughta
Think realistically, not egotistically
It's suicide if you even think of dissing me
'Cause if you try, I'm a make you wait
To learn the reason I'm the 808, but just call me D-Nice

I live in the Bronx by the D and the 4
Writing lyrics, it's addictive, writing more and more and more
About peace, about wars, about hores
Breaking city laws to me become a chore
I wear no jeri curls but I still pull girls
I don't slur my words when I rap 'cause that's wack, huh
But in fact, I do not slack
When I drop the funky, funky lyric on a track
I'm not conceited when I walk the streets
And you can tell by the words that I speak
That I'm not just another brother on the mic
'Cause the females love me and they call me D-Nice

If only you people treated the Autism-Vaccine wack jobs with the same as Walter, here the world would be a better place.

We already have half-socialized medicine, with Medicare and Medicaid. The prices and incentives for doctors (esp. primary care physicians) are already totally out of wack. The government created this problem, and ironically are claiming that more government involvement is the solution.

If the government really wants to fund health care, they should do it via tax credits. Make all health care expenses deductible. This makes health care vastly more affordable and yet maintains free market forces on prices. It also greatly reduces bureaucratic overhead dramatically, thereby lightening the workload of physicians and patients alike.

I've seen it, nice little movie. ben kingsley was freaking awesome, as always

In reply to this comment by alien_concept:
I'm so glad you have your old avatar back for the time being, makes me feel at home, haha...

http://www.videosift.com/video/The-Wackness-Trailer

I saw this last night, and if you haven't seen it yet, you should, I think it is right up your alley from what I can tell

I'm so glad you have your old avatar back for the time being, makes me feel at home, haha...

http://www.videosift.com/video/The-Wackness-Trailer

I saw this last night, and if you haven't seen it yet, you should, I think it is right up your alley from what I can tell

Just Plug Me In Just Like I Was Eddie Harris You're Eating Crazy
Cheese Like You'd Think I'm From Paris You Know I Get Fly You
Think I Get High You Know That I'm Gone And I'm A Tell You All Why
So Tell Me Who Are You Dissing Maybe I'm Missing The Reason That
You're Smiling or Wilding So Listen In My Head I Just Want To
Take 'em Down Imagination Set Loose And I'm Gonna Shake 'em
Down Let It Flow Like A Mud Slide When I Get On I Like To Ride And
Glide I've Got Depth Of Perception In My Text Y'all I Get Props At My
Mention 'Cause I Vex Y'All So What'cha Want You're So Funny With
The Money That You Flaunt Where'd You Get Your Information From
You Think That You Can Front When Revelation Comes

You Can't Front On That

Well They Call Me Mike D The Ever Loving Man I'm Like Spoonie Gee
I'm The Metropolitician You Scream And You Holler About My
Chevy Impala But The Sweat Is Getting Wet Around The Ring Around
Your Collar But Like A Dream I'm Flowing Without No Stopping
Sweeter Than A Cherry Pie With Ready Whip Topping Goin' From
Mic To Mic Kickin' It Wall To Wall Well I'll Be Calling Out You People
Like A Casting Call It's Wack When You're Jacked In The Back Of A
Ride With Your Know With Your Flow When You're Out Getting By
Believe Me What You See Is What You Get And You See Me Coming Off
As You Can Bet I Think I'm Losing My Mind This Time
This Time I'm Losing My Mind

You Can't Front On That

But Little Do You Know About Something That I Talk About I'm Tired
Of Driving It's Due Time That I Walk About But In The Meantime, I'm
Wise To The Demise I've Got Eyes In The Back Of My Head So I Realize
Well I'm Dr. Spock I'm Here To Rock Y'All I Want You Off The Wall
If You're Playing The Wall So What'cha Want Y'All Suckers Write Me
Checks And Then They Bounce So I Reach In My Pocket For The
Fresh Amount See I'm The Long Leaner Victor The Cleaner
I'm The Illest Motherfucker From Here To Gardena I'm As Cool As A
Cucumber In A Bowl Of Hot Sauce You've Got The Rhyme And Reason
But No Cause So If You're Hot To Trot You Think You're Slicker
Than Grease I've Got News For You Crews
You'll Be Sucking Like A Leach

[B-Real]
I got the big brown boots
when you wanna get kicked like a rhyme
from the heart and the mind
there was a time when the blunt got licked
I take a hit of the weed and then blew a smoke screen
No Visine just a little, Afro-Sheen
and a High Times magazine
I like to smoke y'all, but the pigs come sweating
they like the smell of the weed that I'm smoking
they can't have none of the number one sess-stash
So keep your hands off the hash
Don't act rash, cause if you move too fast
I'll pull out my gat and blast your sorry ass...

And you can kiss my ass, haha
That was the "M" to the "I" to the "K" to the "E" to the "D" y'all
Ghetto Block

>> ^BicycleRepairMan:
I think its much more likely this is simply a bunch of religious wackos flagging videos and bitching to YT, and of course YT doesnt have time to go through all the videos and shit like that, so they just close the account, its probably even an automated process. ie: "if account X has Y number of flags, close account."


I think that's exactly what it is and I've had a mirror of the video up as well, one of the first. They suspended Thunderfoot a while back and they've hit others as well for what seems to be the same reason. Just get enough wack jobs to decide they want someone shut up and YouTube goes and does that for them.

I've got no problem with calling that censorship. Yeah it's private property and we have no "right" to free speech, but if they want to keep their reputation and our business they might want to consider it a bit anyway. At least justify the suspensions according to their own posted rules, knock off this unexplained crap. Even the people being suspended sometimes aren't sure why.