flight of the concords

the only fun thing i’ve done this week besides lesson planning, teaching, and not sleeping, is watch a bit of “flight of the concords”

definitely this song is the best:

BRET: I’m the mother-flippin’ Rhymenosorus. My beats are phat and I have birds on my back and I’m horny, I’m
BOTH: HORNY!
BRET: If you choose to proceed, you will indeed concede, ’cause i hit you with my flow, the wild, rhino stampede.
I’m not just wild, I’m trained, domesticated, I was raised by a rapper and writer-they dated, and subsequently procreated, that’s how it goes, here’s the Hiphopopotamus, the hip hop hippo
JEMAINE: They call me the Hiphopopotamus, my lyrics are bottomless…(clears throat)

JEMAINE: They call me the Hiphopopotamus, flows, they glow like phosphorus, popping of the top of this esophagus, rocking this metropolis. I’m not a large water dwelling mammal. Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis? Did Steve tell you that perchance?…Steve…
BRET: My rhymes and records, they don’t get played, because my records and rhymes, they don’t get made, and if you rap like me you don’t get paid and if you roll like me you don’t get laid
JEMAINE: My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment, I made all of the ladies in the area pregnant. Yeah, sometimes, my lyrics are sexist but you lovely bitches should know that I’m trying to correct this.
BRET: Other rappers dis me. Say my rhymes are sissy
BOTH: Why? Why? What…why?
JEMAIME: Why exactly? Be more constructive with your feedback. Please. Why?
BRET: Why, ’cause I rap about reality like me and my grandma drinkin’ a cup of tea. There ain’t no party like my nana’s tea party. Hey! Ho!
BRET: I’m the mother-flippin.
JEMAINE:I’m the mother-flippin.
BRET: I’m the mother-flippin.
JEMAINE: Who’s the mother-flippin?
BRET: I’m the mother-flippin.
JEMAINE:I’m the mother-flippin.
BRET: I’m the mother-flippin.
BOTH: Mother-flippin.

i want to watch this show all the time. soon i might have more time. for now i must work two hours and go straight to bed.