Lights out tonight, trouble in New England. Got a head-on collision, smashin' in my guts man. I'm caught in a crossfire that I don't understand. But there's one thing I know for sure Garber: I don't give a damn for the same old played out scenes I don't give a damn for MLS playoff teams. Sunil I want the heart, I want the soul, I want control right now. You better listen to me Gulati: Talk about a dream; try to make a deal. You wake up in the night with a fear so real. You spend your summer waiting for a transfer that just don't come. Well don't waste your time waiting Bad deals You gotta live 'em every day Let the broken jaws stand As the price you've gotta pay We'll keep pushin' till it's understood And MLS starts treating us good Workin' in the field till you get your back burned Workin' `neath Sunil till you get your facts learned. Ivan I got my facts learned real good right now. You better get it straight Gazidis: Players wanna be pros, good pros wanna be Nats, And a Nat ain't satisfied till he plays against the best. I wanna go to Europe, I wanna find out what I got. I believed in the deal that you first gave me. Now I believe in the transfer that could save me. I believe in the hope and I pray that some day it Will raise me above these Bad deals You gotta live 'em every day Let the broken jaws stand As the price you've gotta pay We'll keep pushin' till it's understood And MLS starts treating us good For the ones who had a notion, a notion deep inside That it ain't no sin to be glad you're alive. I wanna find one team that ain't looking through me I wanna find one league, I wanna spit in the face of these Bad deals You gotta live 'em every day Let the broken jaws stand As the price you've gotta pay We'll keep pushin' till it's understood And MLS starts treating us good ********** [A work in progress - suggestions welcome.]
Just trying out new material - feel free to ignore (as you did once before). By the time I get to England Sunil'll be rising He'll read the text message I sent to his cell phone He'll laugh when he reads the part that says I'm leaving Cause he's read Dell'Apa so many times before ... By the time I make Premiership Sunil'll be working He'll probably call Nicol, then give me a call But he'll just hear my phone keep on ringing My hip ringtone that's all ... By the time I make Actim's XI Sunil'll be fuming He'll call Garber and curse my name out loud And they'll cry just to think I'd really leave MLS Though time and time I tried to tell them so They just didn't know I would really go ... On a free transfer ...
Want me to teach you how rap? Here is a fictional response from Don Garber... "D-the D - the D-D-Deuce man, You've been an asset to the league and our plan We'd let you leave if it was worth it But those clubs in england we'ren't payin' sh*t We ain't gonna sell you out like that You got more work to do here and ya know dat We got a league to build, we'll cut you off a piece Just chill out a bit and your wallet will increase But I ain't stacked the cheese by bein a fool But check it, this is the machine and you're but a tool You too can be replaced once you're gone That's why they call me The Don" Chorus: Yo, door knocker, check it,we play soccer. Get...get back to work Deuce... Gotta finish the season and win deuce Do that and we loosen the noose deuce. Yo, door knocker, check it,we play soccer. Get...get back to work Deuce... Gotta finish the season and win deuce. Do that and we loosen the noose deuce."
no noose is good noose no deuce is no truth no truth is no net no net is no fish in no pan at no time my rhyme is white lines lime lines in my time is white clouds in my cleats your beat like my beat your feet like my weed smoked. (if you want more, you'll have to pay)
regarding the opening post: rock on. that's perfect Badlands re Dempsey. i was singing along as i read. but is Bruce staying true to Patti? inquiring minds want to know!!!
Very nice - best post I've read in quite a while. I guess I'd better learn to rap* - although words like fool, tool and noose speak for themselves and make my point for me. Don's got the power, alright - there's no argument about that. You are not inspiring confidence in the process and labor/management balance of power, to say the least. I'll have to ask Clint for comment; but while we're waiting, here's what he told me recently: No time to eat or sleep, I'm stackin licks that just won't wait I'm campaignin for a Benz, on the rims with bubble eye lens So I'm stackin every dollar I see hundreds, fifties, twenties and tens Do's and pull triggaz close, never be scared of anybody, players get chose Hustle and flow, cars close, that's the player life that I know Translation, please. What does that mean and why would anyone want to give that lifestyle up? Or is he just packing for a trip overseas? Anyway, the transfer window has passed, so we'll have to wait (until December?) and see who's the fool. ----------- * I think a thread where all posts had to be in 'rap' would be a great idea. I can see that I'd be at a pretty big disadvantage, though.
Thanks. Am I really that old? That first post sat there for a week - 200 views - without a single comment. I think I missed my target audience.
I'm going to have to pass the torch, but before I go, on behalf of CD, here's my 2 cent: Don't make me remind y'all what happened to USMNT This player ain't Gulati He pretend He mad at us cause Arena not his friend And it seems his little rat turned out to be a mouse This bush league is for the fish and the fish swim out Every Yank Abroad can vouch When the game was on whose goal gave the Nats mouth to mouth Hate it or love it the underdog's on top And I'm gonna shine Sunil until my heart stop Yeah, Yeah envy me I'm Revs' MVP And I ain't stayin' round here so you can underpay me Hate it or love it the underdog's on top And I'm gonna shine Sunil until my heart stop Yeah, Yeah envy me I'm Nats' MVP And I ain't stayin' round here so you can underpay me ----------------- I realize this isn't lyric poetry, but it's pretty scarey how easily the words flow and fit naturally into place. Scarier still is how many posters reflexively side with management on this one, particularly given the obvious imbalance of power in labor/management relations. In closing, without changing a word ... From the beginnin of the end Losers lose winners win This is real we dont gotta pretend The cold world that we in Its full of pressure and pain I thought it would change its stayin the same
Have I created a monster? http://www.matchnight.com/?Page=ARTICLE&articleid=19865 September 21, 2006 Ian Plenderleith You may think it's been a quiet week in soccer, but only because the mainstream media has yet again been sitting on the top stories. As ever, the 'From An Impossible Angle' column does not shirk from writing what others fear to print... Arena: Born To Moan New York Red Bulls' head coach Bruce Arena surprised soccer journalists today by showing up at a press conference in Asbury Park, NJ, with a bandana around his forehead, brandishing a guitar, and dressed in a checked workingman's shirt, faded blue jeans and hobnailed boots. "The boss is here!" Arena announced to the convened hacks, pumping his arm several times in the air before apologizing for his late arrival due to heavy traffic. Or, as he put it, right now "the highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive." Asked if he thought that New York's chances of making the playoffs had been damaged by last night's 0-2 home defeat to the New England Revolution, Arena sneeringly dismissed such talk as "idiotic." "American rock and roll was a failure in every possible area until I came along and released 'Born To Run' in 1975," he insisted. "I've given the music business the finest 30 years they're gonna see for a long time. The record company heads will try and take credit for my success, but they're just music fans who know nothing about what it takes to change from C to D minor." One newshound wondered aloud if Arena was suffering some belated mental effects from being sacked as US men's national team coach this past summer. "You end up like a dog that's been beat too much," Arena conceded, "til you spend half your life just covering up." Down at the unemployment agency, he added, all he'd got was talk "but there ain't nobody hiring. Well, except for some third-rate MLS outfit named after a can of drink." And his relationship now with US Soccer Federation President Sunil Gulati? "It's easy for two people to lose each other in this tunnel of love," sighed Arena. Gulati was just excited at being the Federation's head and, Arena speculated, "it ain't ever gonna stop. Everybody wants to be the man at the top." Queried about the future of the US national team, Arena merely reached for his guitar and began to sing, "The amusement park rises bold and stark/Fans are huddled on the beach in a mist/I wanna die with Youri on the streets tonight/In an everlasting kiss." Even as embarrassed journalists shuffled out of the press room, Arena began to admit it had been a mistake to pretend he was still The Boss. "Maybe I shouldn't have said all that," he called out to reporters' backs, adding wistfully to an empty room, "I ain't nothing but tired. Man I'm just tired and bored with myself." ----------------- Someday, Flashman, I'm gonna lead a better life than this.
hahah! he is on my space "the deuce" http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=112317103
They see me rollin'; They hatin'. ... Know what you thinkin' so, I tried to let it go. Turn on my microphone And then I said it slow. And they upset for sure 'Cause they think they know That they catchin' me with plenty of the transfer dough. So they get behind me, Tryin' to check my bags. Look at my account and they smilin', Thinkin' they'll catch me on the wrong; keep tryin' 'Cause they denyin' it's MLS profilin'. Nacogdoches, TX, you can check my tags; Pull me over, try to check my slab. Transfer window, gotta get my cash 'Cause the crooked agents'll try to come up fast. And bein' the baller that I am, I talk to them, Givin' a damn 'bout not feeling my attitude. When they realize I ain't even playin' dirty Bet you'll be leavin' with an even madder mood. I'ma laugh at you And then I have to cruise. I wear the number two On some old NE crew. You can't resign me plus you can't sue. This a message to the league; tells 'em "We hate you." I can't be touched and tell 'em that they shoulda known. Tippin' down; I'm sittin' crooked on my chrome. Bookin' my flight; findin' a team I wanna 'own.' Like they couldn't stop me I'mma bout to pull up at Fulham And it's on. They see me rollin'; They hatin'. ... ********** Just pluggin' this in from another thread. No hatin' now!
Nah, it's a classic, man. I first saw this a few weeks ago and it's been periodically jumping into my head ever since. I think your lyrics are starting to supplant the original ones. Speaking of Bruce, I was reading that "Where are the WIZARDS going to play next season?" thread over on the KC boards, and, against my will, the words started floating into my mind: "I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt/I was unrecognizable...to myself/Saw my reflection in a window and didn't know my own face/Oh brother are you gonna leave me, wasting away/On the streets of PHIL-A-DEL-PHIA, nuh-nuh nananana, nuh-nuh nananana, nuh-nuh nananana..." I felt bad about it 'cause those guys are probably the most dedicated, untiring, never-give-up fans in the league and I'm sure their team is gonna make it - but I couldn't get it out of my head.
{Still pulling together some old stuff ... don't mind me. } With apologies ... When the Revs were in New England, Let My people go! Oppressed so hard they could not stand, Let My people go! Refrain: Go down, SFS, Way down in New England; Tell old Sunil To let My people go! No more shall they in bondage toil, Let My people go! Let them come out with MLS' spoil, Let My people go! Oh, let us all from bondage flee, Let My people go! And let us all in European leagues be free, Let My people go! You need not always weep and mourn, Let My people go! And wear these MLS chains forlorn, Let My people go! Your foes shall not before you stand, Let My people go! And you’ll possess fair Premiership land, Let My people go! -------------- Needs a little fine-tuning! The capital M in My is a nice touch, though. [Edit: January 2007 - Free at last!]
Yáll a bunch o Sucka MC's, call me SIRE! you can tell yo moms she can bit my WIRE! If a city is burnin it must be a CHicago FIRE! DC will dump LA and tell Beckham to RETIRE! WORD... BIZATCHES! Feel the shizzie my nizzies!!!