Song of the Day:
Dishonored Rap- Dan Bull
“A declaration; Destination: desolation. Defamation of your delegation, desecration desperation. A dedication to the deprivating, defamating, depredation of your nation detonation!”
“Tonight, I’m bringing Dunwall to life as I walk on water, through walls of light. You heard the King, as the urchins sing: Revenge Solves Everything!”
Song of the Day:
Raise the Bar Cypher- Dumbfoundead
“Shout out to Rick Lee chillin’ out in Long Beach, power to the people that be occupyin’ Wall Street! Murdered the beat, it’s in the coffin with Gaddhafi. You bitches talk a lot, but now you barkin’ up the wrong tree!”
Song of the Day:
I Want You, Drake- White Noize Mashups Feat. Jackson 5, Drake
“Sex, love, pain, Baby, I be on that tank shit. Buzz so big I could probably sell a blank disc. When my album drop, bitches will buy it for the picture, and n*ggas will buy it too, and claim they got it for they sister!”
Song of the Day:
Lethaface Rumble- U-God Feat. Inspectah Deck, Method Man
“Rage! Rock! Roll! Fight! Brawl! Fall! RUUUUMMBLE!”
“My coalition bring the demolition. Wu blade precision, slay the competition wit’ no intermission. Spittin’ hazardous darts, up front like Rosa Parks; makin’ million men march!”
Song of the Day:
The Nosebleed Section- Hilltop Hoods
“This life turned out nothing like I had planned. Why not? By now I should’ve had some land, some money in my hand, round about fifty grand. But, I got nothing!”
“Ladies, come chill. Come rock with me, Honey. I got, like, half a mill’ in Monopoly money!”
Song of the Day:
Backdraft- Arsonists
“Ayo! Man all your firestations, ‘cause these rappers burn through molecules. It’s possible, rockin’ you from your pores to your follicles!”
Song of the Day:
It’s On- Childish Gambino
“Came on this beat, I ain’t even buy it dinner! Slide inside the party late, leavin’ wit’ the baddest ho, whiskey shots and doing Asian bitches is the status quo! The future’s always comin’ whether clitoral or vaginal…”
Song of the Day:
The South- Cunninlynguists
“Humidity floats in the breeze, and this is the only place where shorties can go to the beach and grow double D’s. Like good Jesus! Let me rub some lotion on your cleavage! ‘Cause where we live summer time lasts about four seasons.”
“So come on down, show and tell, with some southern belles, tricks with treats you don’t keep in a pumpkin pail! Hospitality? We treat our company well, from Kentucky bails of hay way down to Florida shells.”
