OK the 'real' question-
She drew out all her money out of the Southern Trust
And put her little boy aboard a Greyhound Bus
Leaving Louisiana for the Golden West
Down came the tears from her happiness
Her own little son name 'o Johnny B. Goode
Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye bye Johnny
Good bye Johnny B. Goode
She remembered taking money out from gathering crop
And buying Johnny's guitar at a broker shop
As long as he would play it by the railroad side
And wouldn't get in trouble he was satisfied
But never thought that there would come a day like this
When she would have to give her son a goodby kiss
Going
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye bye Johnny
Good bye Johnny B. Goode
She finally got the letter she was dreaming of
Johnny wrote and told her he had fell in love
As soon as he was married he would bring her back
And build a mansion for 'em by the railroad track
So every time they heard the locomotive roar
They'd be a' standin', a' wavin' by the kitchen door
Howling
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye bye Johnny
Good bye Johnny B. Goode
- Chuck Berry, "Bye Bye Johnny"
You have to actually hear him sing this tho to hear what an extreme dis of E 'mama's boy' Presley it is, mostly in the Jay-Z "who the fuck are you?" vocal mode but doing that blatant-little-kid-insult nasal (vocal 'mooning' as it were) thing bleating "Bye! Bye! Bye!" like a sheep in the choruses. Back to question - if the El/Em thing is 'true', then what would be the current rap equiv. of Berry's song? ("Bye Bye Johnny" rel. 1960)
― dave q, Saturday, 1 March 2003 11:17 (twenty-two years ago)
boringly literal answer:
"When I'm on the mic, I release fire from throat,
If you disagree please do it quietly folks,
Anybody better than Bis?... Must be a hoax,
Black man? NOPE, What about the Great White Hope?
What?... Man you must be sniffin' great white coke,
Don't you know that's like Gary Coleman fightin' the Hulk,
And still not even quite that close, a great white bitin' ya' rubber dingy boat 50 miles out from the coast,
What the fuck is the Mathers wit' you? I'll beat you black and blue, then I'll probably get a tat of you too,
Better yet I'll put a tattoo of me on you, a 10 by 10 "C" logo neon blue,
The most theatrical MC battle of all time, I rip jackers like you - you know the call sign,
The killer cobra that'll hover over Jehova, in a motorized autogiro with sycamore rotors,
Hydrogen peroxide gaseous vapors, Technically these words shouldn't even rhyme off paper,
In theory for every soul that can hear me I'ma blaze'em,
in practical practice my style’s even greater,
Can't you see what I'm spittin'? Can't you hear the difference?"
(canibus - "curriculum 101")
― mitch lastnamewithheld (mitchlnw), Saturday, 1 March 2003 11:54 (twenty-two years ago)
slightly better answer:
"It's like the boy in the bubble, who never could adapt, I'm trapped
If I could go back, I never woulda rapped
I sold my soul to the devil, I'll never get it back
I just wanna leave this game with level head intact
Imagine goin' from bein' a no-one to seein',
everything blow up and all you did was just grow
up MCin'
It's fuckin' crazy
Cause all I wanted was to give Hailie the life I never had"
- eminem, "saying goodbye to hollywood"
― mitch lastnamewithheld (mitchlnw), Sunday, 2 March 2003 10:41 (twenty-two years ago)