Who gets laid the chicken or the egg?
How about the MC that has just been led
To a renegade teacher preacher then he got stomped
Cause I'm a feature straight from the Bronx
Productions better known as Boogie Down
If I was a king right now I'd get crowned
The Nice is a teacher not a prince or a rap lord
I even write my rhymes on a blackboard
To get specific, and probably make you understand
What makes the 808 plan
It's simple, I'm a round it off like this
That's how many stupid MC's I've dissed
But if the commence to try me I won't buy it
I'll look them up and down and I'll say "Don't even try it"
Cause I can go on and on without breathing
The TR, another form of BDP-eating
MC's like Chunky, moving real bluntly
Shaking and baking MC's like a junky
Fiending, hitting MC's like they was cocaine
Calling them John Doe, meaning they have no name
I'll spin you like a quarter, drink you like water
Hit below the belt with things you never thought of
I lay down the law that I am a slaughter
I roll like a tital wave, so you oughta
Float like a sailboat, move like a speedboat
In water, now watch you soak
Into a rhyme of mine until you hit the bottom
It's heavy like an anchor, it's no problem
For me to just bake you, eat you like a cookie
I am a profressional, boy, you're just a rookie
I'm here to sing a song, but some are not able
Compared to me you're just crumbs on the table

In my prime, more vocal than I've ever been
I'm not an amateur, sort of like a veteran
Split from the bums, arriving from a long trip
Now I'm back to just cold rip
MC's like confetti, eat 'em like spaghetti
I chill for a year and yet I'm still ready
To house MC's, sink 'em like a boat will
I roll heavy, thick like oatmeal
So now you know the 808 is showing
I do damage in just one moment
Here's a little message to those who want to hang out
Just remember that I give pain out
The TR-808 relates to a terrorizer
Never hiding, clever always memorizing
Poetry, history, math, or even paragraphs
I'm not into b-boying, just hoeing
Showing, blowing MC's like the wind does
I might lay you, sort of like a hen does
Cause your rhymes are weak and unstable
Compared to me you're just crumbs on the table

You must think, before you even get soup
I'll put you on the corner and sell you like a prostitute
Like a street whore, make you want more and more
Move you to the side, up and down like a seesaw
Pulling out a gun is uncalled for
But I'm with it, so go for yours
You may even try to diss, but I call it flattery
I pack more volts than a Duracell battery
Charging MC's, smooth like the breeze
Scott made me funky, yo, that was one theme
Or topic, showing I be rocking
Every little city I play I leave a heat wave
Burning up the industry, never try to get with me
I'm the type of person that never needs rehearsing
Just a little sex, a six pack of Beck's
And my room to move about, and a Guiness Stout
To make me feel able, chilling, and stable
Sometimes I'm on the mic, sometimes I'm on the turntable
I'm superb, sort of like herb
A man of my word and I've never been served

Cruisin' Mos Espa
In my Delorean
War's over
I'm a peacetime mandalorian

My story has stumped
Star Wars historians
Deep in debate,
Buffet plate at Bennigan's

Rhyme renegade
Sure to penetrate
First and second offense
I won't hesitate

Got a job to do
And Darth's the guy that delegates
Got something against Skywalker
Someone he really hates

I don't give a fuck
I'm after Solo
For all I care
He could be hidin' at Yoda's dojo

Gotta make the money
Credit's no good
When the jawas runin' shop
In your neighborhood

Think you can cook
I got a grappling hook
Let's make this quick
'Cause I'm really booked

I'm a devious degenerate
Defender of the devil
Shut down all the trash compactors
On the detention level

chorus
My backpack's got jets
Well I'm Boba the Fett
Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt
To finance my 'Vette

wicky wicky woo

Well I chill in deep space
A mask is over my face
Well I deliver the prize
But I still narrow my eyes
'Cause my time
I don't like to waste.

Get down

I'm a question
Wrapped inside an enigma
Get inside the slave one
Find your homing signal

From Endor to Hoth
Ripley to Spock
I'll find what you want
But there's gonna be a cost

See, my name is Boba Fett
I know my shit is tight
Start not actin'right
You're frozen in carbonite

Got telescopic sight
Flame throwers on my wrist
You still don't get the gist
Spiked boots are made to kick

Targets are made to hit
You think I give a shit
Yo mama is a bitch
I see you in the Sarlaac Pit

You just flipped my switch
Integrity been dissed
You scratchin' on my itch
You know I shoot to get

Got bambinas at cantinas
Waitin' to lick my lusty lips
So I'll let you get back inside
Your little space ship

Give you a head start
'Cause I'm the sportin' kind
Consider the starting line
The sneaky smile I hide inside

Hope you have hyper drive (drive)
pray to stay alive ('live)
Don't try to slip me a five
'Cause I never take a bribe

To the beat of a different drummer
Bad ass bounty hunter
Let no man put asunder
Or else they be put under

As in six feet
Got an imperial fleet
Backin' me up, gonna blow up
Any attempt to defeat

They gotta death star
Got four payments on my car
Hand it over to hammer head
At Mos Eisley bar

He used to carjack
Now he's a barback
Just goes to show how you can
Get back on the right track

As for me that's not an option
Can't say that with more clarity
Me going legit would be like
Jar Jar on speech therapy

Chorus
My backpack's got jets
Well I'm Boba the Fett
Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt
To finance my 'Vette

wicky wicky woo

Well I chill in deep space
A mask is over my face
Well I deliver the prize
But I still narrow my eyes
'Cause my time
I don't like to waste.

Get down

Slice you open like a Taun Taun
Faster than the Autobahn
Or a motorbike in Tron
Do the deed and then I'm gone

Jaba has a hissyfit
Contact Calrissian
Over a colt, the plan unfolds
No politic is legit

Back in the day
When I was a slave
Living life in the fast lane
Like in a pod race

My mean streak tweaked
I became a basket case
So this space ace
Split that place, poste haste

Took up a noble cause
Called the Clone Wars
'Cause life's not all about
Girls and cars

Getting fucked up
In fucked up bars
See, I'm not a retard
Or gay like de Barge

I'm large and in charge
With a face so scarred
A cold black heart
That's been torn apart

The Sith wish that they
Had a dick so hard
'Cause it's long long ago
In a pussy far far

Call me master, 'cause I'm faster
Than Pryor on fire
I no longer have to hot wire

I'm a hunter for hire
With no plans to retire
And all the sucka MCs
Can call me sire

Chorus
My backpack's got jets! (jets jets jets)

Well I'm Boba the Fett! (the Fett the Fett)

Well I bounty hunt for Jabba Hutt, (Jabba Hutt Jabba Hutt Jabba Hutt)

...To finance my 'Vette (my 'Vette my 'Vette my 'Vette my 'Vette)

>> ^Krupo:
You kids need to go outside... to the unsifted queue and vote on things instead of yammering on and on in here - honestly. This drama is getting stale - what do you want this to turn into? One of those insular BBSes from 1993?


Woohoo! 9600 baud! 3 nodes! 0-2 day warez! Running Renegade v7.071.9! Legend Of The Red Dragon! Sysop: Dagicus! Co-sysop: Lucky!

The series is set in the year 2517, after humans have arrived at a new star system, and follows the adventures of the renegade crew of Serenity, a "Firefly-class" spaceship. The ensemble cast portrays the nine characters who live on Serenity. Whedon pitched the show as "nine people looking into the blackness of space and seeing nine different things".

The show explores the lives of people who fought on the losing side of a civil war and now make a living on the outskirts of the society, as well as the pioneer culture that exists on the fringes of their star system. In addition, it is a future where the only two surviving superpowers, the United States and China, fused to form the central federal government, called the Alliance, resulting in the fusion of the two cultures as well. According to Whedon's vision, "nothing will change in the future: technology will advance, but we will still have the same political, moral, and ethical problems as today.

Mal - Latin, for bad.

I found this while searching for the reason firefly was canceled.

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Memorandum

To: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy Television Incorporated
From: Shillton Skankowski, FOX Television Entertainment Network Group
Date: February 19th, 2002

Dear Joss,

After that power brunch we had yesterday I just thought I'd send you a memo and let you know that I've talked with the other executives here at FOX and we've decided to give your little space western idea another chance. However, and I'm sure you'll understand why, we ask for a few simple adjustments to your marvelous show idea before we can continue.

1. We need to have things blow up more often. Something should blow up at least once in between every commercial break. Two or three things blowing up in between each commercial break would be even better.
2. The women on the show should kiss the men on the show more often, and each other just a little less (as in, not at all).
3. The name "Firefly" doesn't seem to properly convey the idea of a space western. We recommend you rename the show "Space Western" so that the viewers don't confuse your show with a PBS documentary about fluorescent beetles.
4. The focus groups who reported to my assistant after viewing one of your episodes said they didn't really understand who the bad guys were. We recommend you have all the good guys on the show wear white hats and all the bad guys wear black hats, so the viewers are better able to keep track at a glance just who they're supposed to be rooting for.
5. We recommend you add a new character to the show. A cute little girl. Focus groups respond best to dark haired girls who are about nine or ten years old. We know this is a science fiction program so we recommend you make her a robot who speaks in a monotone manner and takes anything other characters say very literally, to comical effect.
6. The women on the show are wearing too many clothes.
7. You put the show in outer space but I don't recall there ever being any actual aliens showing up. So we recommend you get some of your makeup guys from the Buffy tv show and have them doctor up some extras to make them look like Little Green Men or something. Also make sure they're wearing black hats.
8. Drop that Ron Glass guy. He's a bore.
9. Focus groups reported that the rooms inside the spaceship looked too much like a poorly furnished studio apartment. We recommend you repaint all the sets to make them look more like those cool sets on that old Star Trek show. Make sure there's a lot of bright flashing lights and "beep beep" noises in the background.
10. The women on the show need to be prettier. Go wherever you got that cute Gellar chick and hire some more who look like that.
11. Get in touch with the Jim Henson Company and add some aliens that are actually muppets. Kids like muppets. You can't go wrong with muppets. Or maybe get that guy who does ALF. He's been doing some phone commercials recently, but I'm sure he's available. Make ALF a guest star every few episodes and maybe we can get the 1-800-COLLECT guys to put a commercial on your show.
12. Make the 'future' of the Earth a little brighter. People wanna believe we're gonna do better. Right now the show's outlook is just a little depressing.

Of course you'll understand that we will not be offering any more money for these changes. In fact in order to broadcast your fine television show on our network, we ask for a simple retainer of $250,000.00 per episode, to defray the costs regarding a lack of interest among advertisers.

We look forward to working with you again.

Sincerely,
S. Skankowski

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Memorandum

From: Joss Whedon
To: Shillton Skankowski
Date: February 20th, 2002

Dear Skanky,

Get Bent.

As always,
Joss

This is what VideoSift is telling me right now: "Yay! People of other nations hate our president and the symbol of our country! *120+ upvotes!!!*"

Most of us agree that Bush is *ehem* a less than satisfactory president. But do we really want Iraqis throwing stuff at him? Call me crazy, but I would call that a bad thing. Shouldn't we all be hoping that Iraq does not fail? If Iraqis really do like Bush, I'm delighted. If they don't, I want a better representation than a shoe-throwing reporter.

>> ^quantumushroom:
The renegade journalist was immediately taken into custody and made head of the Democratic Party.


I busted up laughing at this. HILARIOUS.

The renegade journalist was immediately taken into custody and made head of the Democratic Party.

>> ^Kagenin:
The cruel thing is that the kid will never grasp Trigonometry...
Oh, and you left Moonunit off that list, Mackerel (can I call you O-Saba san?) (if you're gonna get one Zappa kid on a short list of freaky names, you gotta at least list two... Ahmed, not so freaky I guess...)


You are absolutely right. Shame on me =)

>> ^Trancecoach:
Who the hell names their child after a form of mathematics?


What? Are you fucking serious? There some seriously strange names floating around out there.

how about.....

Dweezil, Tiger Lily Heavenly Hiraani, Fifi-Trixibelle, Phoenix Chi, Pilot Inspekter, Prince Michael (my personal favorite), I. P. Freely (David Carradine's child), Banjo, Jessica Intohoes, and on and on =).

Cheers Jonny, I haven't felt like resubmitting this for some reason but might do so a bit later.

In reply to this comment by jonny:
Lorenzo cannot be killed! http://www.metacafe.com/watch/175342/renegade_theme_song/

In reply to this comment by Deano:
*kill

Lorenzo cannot be killed! http://www.metacafe.com/watch/175342/renegade_theme_song/

In reply to this comment by Deano:
*kill

ya maverick renegade, yas.....

Hilarious and sad, but when the country is being run by corrupt or clueless renegades, it's hardly surprising.

Is this moron so stupid as to continually fail to answer the question over and over and over again? It's a very simple question he was being asked.

I wanna be a renegade jaws of life operator.

aw yeah I luvs me some Warren Ellis!!!

Miller's great too. all stark and dour.... him and Moore are just kinda "given" though.


In reply to this comment by raven:
My favorite ever? Well, that would be Transmetropolitan by Warren Ellis, because I do loves the futuristic Hunter S. Thompson-esque Spider Jerusalem, easily one of the best characters ever... and, I mean come on, what's not to love about a comic where the characters are always popping on down to the local Black-ops Deli for some Chilean baby extract, or Caribou eyes? Or chainsmoking Carcinoma Angel cigarettes while plotting the downfall of a President also referred to as "The Beast" via renegade journalism and a bowel disruptor gun?

I've also loved Frank Miller's work, the Sin City series, and 300 which was a fave from WAAAAY the fuck before hollywood made it into a craptastic piece of feature-length propaganda... Miller's take on Batman was also really cool, I think it was called Dark Knight Returns? Something like that.

Current faves are Warren Ellis' Desolation Jones, and Fell, which he is collaborating on with Ben Templesmith, a super talented young artist from Down Under who also writes and illustrates another current addiction of mine, Wormwood: Gentleman Corpse. Totally great series btw, funny, creepy, and perverse in all the right ways... I think the title of the most recent story arc kind of sums it up: "Leprechaun Fight Night"... oh so fucking funny.

And the history nerd inside me is completely in love with Eric Shanower's epic attempt to turn the Illiad into a graphic novel with his Age of Bronze comic... a huge undertaking I must say, really, the depth that he goes into with his literary and historical research is amazing... and the drawing so well done and detailed as well... its no wonder he's on issue number 25 or so and the Greeks haven't even made it to Illium yet!

My favorite ever? Well, that would be Transmetropolitan by Warren Ellis, because I do loves the futuristic Hunter S. Thompson-esque Spider Jerusalem, easily one of the best characters ever... and, I mean come on, what's not to love about a comic where the characters are always popping on down to the local Black-ops Deli for some Chilean baby extract, or Caribou eyes? Or chainsmoking Carcinoma Angel cigarettes while plotting the downfall of a President also referred to as "The Beast" via renegade journalism and a bowel disruptor gun?

I've also loved Frank Miller's work, the Sin City series, and 300 which was a fave from WAAAAY the fuck before hollywood made it into a craptastic piece of feature-length propaganda... Miller's take on Batman was also really cool, I think it was called Dark Knight Returns? Something like that.

Current faves are Warren Ellis' Desolation Jones, and Fell, which he is collaborating on with Ben Templesmith, a super talented young artist from Down Under who also writes and illustrates another current addiction of mine, Wormwood: Gentleman Corpse. Totally great series btw, funny, creepy, and perverse in all the right ways... I think the title of the most recent story arc kind of sums it up: "Leprechaun Fight Night"... oh so fucking funny.

And the history nerd inside me is completely in love with Eric Shanower's epic attempt to turn the Illiad into a graphic novel with his Age of Bronze comic... a huge undertaking I must say, really, the depth that he goes into with his literary and historical research is amazing... and the drawing so well done and detailed as well... its no wonder he's on issue number 25 or so and the Greeks haven't even made it to Illium yet!