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a new track MC Cat Genius

MC Cat Genius has contributed a guest rap to the upcoming Darsh album Concrete. The album is being produced by terrible Franch producer Digiki, who previously collaborated with Piccolo (that's MC Cat Genius) on the smash summer hit Pancaked and who tapped Piccolo for this project.

Concrete's overall mission statement is 'fake futurism, avant gangsta', and this track in particular, 'Claque un Ollie' (score an ollie), is ostensibly a tribute to skateboarding in general and Tony Hawk Pro Skater in specific. Piccolo takes the act of contributing a guest rap and turns it around, handing in a series of searing disses against Darsh for his poor roommate etiquette. The rhymes are rife with Kool Keith references, but they also act within Concrete's preexisting internal mythology (Darsh's claim to have paid for a dolphin in cash in 'CASH'), as well as outlining Piccolo's usual misunderstanding/superunderstanding of the world around him, this time concentrating on French music, culture, and stereotypes.

In keeping with the previous Darsh singles from this album, Digiki is first offering the raw materials for the track on his blog for open third-party 'premixing,' to be followed in a week or two by the real track and a couple of bonuses.

'Claque un Ollie' premix post

And here are Piccolo's lyrics. I may install hyperlinks at some point.

'CLAQUE UN OLLIE" LYRICS by MC CAT GENIUS

I'm a cat with his own crib - in isolation
I used to have a roommate but it was too much of a fucking sticky wictuation
when I used to have one
a total asswipe signing Monsieur Darsh on his bouncing checks
what's next
do you even know your real name Erik? Ereek?
How about my pair of Brazilian counterfeit Playaz carpenter shorts did you wear it? it reeks
sitting on my god damn kitchen floor for six weeks and more what a bore
playing me your one mp3 'Le Freak C'est Chic' as performed by Korn ad infinitum ad astra ad nauseum
implausibly wearing striped shirts and berets and stretch pants and cigarette holders
it's just for show you don't even light 'em
being a real baguette master.
with a new loaf of stupid bread every day
Leaving my dopeass limited edition Criterion Collection Miss Congeniality 2 DVD disc 4 fabulous side down in the kitchen
if your fucking used snail shells scratched it I'll be mad bitchin.
I'm fixing a real fancy feast for dinner, mixing two different home P'Zone mixes with added yeast and pizzaz
you already ate you're a beast.
You best release my complementary Pizza Hut Playstation demo disc from your butt cheeks' weak clench and pee stench
so I can play some Torny Hawk Pro Skater after a long day of teaching graduate courses at Lasagna Institute
Yes I said Torny Hawk suck my thorny jockchirac
you grok me webmaster?
go roll a yahtzee and other wack follies while I claque ollies,
falling down in the warehouse watching the blood spew,
pretending it's you and laughing
bad things happen in my highlight reel
so how does it make you feel?
to be at the paws of a true pain bringer
while I check a phat track by Goldfinger.
Here I am, growing older all the time Eric Ker, I'm wearing fur as you're sweating
is the heat too high? I'm growing boners in my mind as I think of you jetting.
You're just another fake futurist playing Pro Skater 'cause they don't make amateur ones
I'm-a damage your buns like when they said I set a bunch of people in a patisserie on fire
my shit needs to be admired
yeah... That's very unfortunate... how about that
making a wack payment out to 'Hey Man'
do you even know my name man?
do you recall reminiscingly when your mom was introdissing me,
warning me about your allergy to bacon
and other ham-based products such as Canadian bacon?
you may be mistaken
all the France equivalent of bacobits you be taking be makin your brain as crazy as a craisin
Hey is he insasin'
like Rayman's left shoe zoomin' through a giant messy placin'
I'm unimpressed with your grooming
you made a mess with my cumin I mean c'mon dieude
fifty-five percent of France said non to EU
the hog fruit got your constitution quakin
do you need a rumen?
you're like a metaphorical baby I'm shakin'
Like my dog Morimoto, I get real raw in your face
Restauranteur Artist Warrior in your face
Best avant de whatever is is you said you are face
assface
Digiki assured me you had read the dolphin care manual I helped you pick out at Dolphin Depot
I should have known never to listen to such a boring-ass horsemeat eater though
now I been looking at Gerard Depardolphin floating upside down, fucking up my indoor-outdoor saltwater aquarium for a whole goddamn weekend
his cyborg parts still speakin post mortem, translating escaped gasses into cat languages
freaking me out in my signature bathrobe
Fuck both your wack asses
my day begins
listening to you make lame passes at my ladyfriends
let them enjoy their nutritionally customized kibble in peace
nobody gives a fuck about your trivial feats, leaving totally fake posts on Momus' guestbook
I'm about to make my own gravy all over your wack flipflop collection
listening to you in the bathroom dribblin' pee on my fly burgundy seat
paid for by my hot cassingle
I don't know why you cant just use the human-size toilet
I can't even believe how unresponsible you are, it is insane
feel the pain Romain
I got your name wrong earlier
sorry about that
your mom
gave you bacon 'cause you lied saying I had okayed it
Then you ate half a side and your eyes went all vacant
Now you're back on medication cause your ass couldn't take it
You're intolerant to ham, be a man and just face it
I made a pot pie from the rest your bacon
Oh you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
The pie was okay, but the potness degraded
when you left the oven on and it melted my ladle an irreplaceable
Wolfgang Puck edition
that he customized for my style of kitchen
you're bitching about your condition,
saying you need a ramp
fuck a ramp
fuck your fake futurism
why don't you travel into a fake avant gangsta future
and bring me back a replacement deodorant stone.
ca fait vingt mille ans que tu rappes et t'as toujours pas de contrat
je suis la, ass
your activities are so poorly conveyed
why don't you know how to budget?
let's do this!

catjams; 5/18/2005 09:11:00 AM; comments=1; play post; ; back to

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By  Tropical Fish Guy, at Sunday, January 15, 2006 4:48:00 PM  

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