Posts Tagged ‘nicki’

Kanye West’s MONSTER (Muppet Remix)

January 16, 2011

This track’s been getting hella play for awhile now. But check out this lazy sunday shit.


I don’t think this is the ‘Official’ video (below) as there were reports of unfinished versions showing up on the web. Sheesh. I guess songs aren’t the only things that get bootlegged anymore. Anyways, chickity check:


Yolandi Vi$$er VS. Nicki Minaj

December 5, 2010

It’s 2010. Rap times are tough. Skill is at the highest level. Styles have gone bonkers. Competition is everywhere.

So here’s a new entry in what I hope becomes a series. In no way are we creating or perpetuating beefs. This is simply a showcase of lyrics versus lyrics. And ideally, this will help generate a discussion amongst fans for the love of the art of rap music.

So my man Lithium and I have this mutual respect for these two up and coming MCs that are just destroying the scene right now. On one end, we have the underground blowing up the internet. On the other, we have mainstream music at its most excessive. Both are outrageous and, as a result, successful in their own way. The following verses were chosen for being representative of their style and personality and, therefore, great points of comparison.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Yolandi Vi$$er VS. Nicki Minaj

Yolandi Visser.
Age unknown.
From South Africa.
Runs with Die Antwoord.
Wat Pomp Verse:

Fresh futuristic
Me I’m a misfit, drink my Five Roses tea with a biscuit
I’m shweet and I’m twisted, like a koeksister [koeksister is a braided/twisted donut]
I’m rustig ekse, o, we go ballistic, you can’t f**k with this sh*t
It’s dark and its different, pay attention or be like how can I missed it
Yu, maar sys giftig – Oo jussie is dit? [Sheesh but she’s poisonous – ooh, jeez is it?]
Staan terug boetie, cause I spoeg when I spit shit. [Stand back brother]
I’m misfit, my numbers unlisted
Yo f**k the system, I own my own system.
Poes, I wont listen, my tricky dicky lietjie blows systems [poes means cunt, lietjie means song]
You can hear me coming from the distance.
Mense versigtig, I get up to mischief [People be careful]
Jou fokken mif dik lip op ‘n tik klip [Your f**king rotten thick lip on a meth rock]
My style is poison, its a freak pak of gom [pack of gum]
Giftige cherrie up on page three van Die Son. [Poisonous chick on page three of The Sun]

Nicki Minaj.
Age 25.
From Trinidad.
Runs with Young Money.
Roman’s Revenge Verse:

I am not Jasmine, I’m Aladdin
So far ahead, these bums is laggin’
See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin’
I’m startin’ to feel like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
I’m startin’ to feel like a dungeon dragon
Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin’
So fuck I look like gettin’ back to a has-been?
Yeah, I said it, has-been
Hang it up, flatscreen
(Haha) Plasma
Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma
I got the pumps, it ain’t got medicine
I got bars, sentencin’
I’m a bad bitch, I’m a cunt
And I’ll kick that hoe, punt
Forced trauma, blunt
You play the back, bitch, I’m in the front
You need a job, this ain’t cuttin’ it
Nicki Minaj is who you ain’t fuckin’ with
You li’l brag a lot, I beat you with a pad-a-lock
I am a movie, camera block
You outta work, I know it’s tough
But enough is enough