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Please visit myspace.com slash LASymphony! You're listening to the Synthcast! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! This is episode number 26!
Y'all don't get it! You really don't get it! I don't have to do this! I do it because of my love!
My love is strong, friends! I don't know what you have planned for the next 30 minutes, but I do know that you should reschedule! Unless, listen to Synthcast number 26 is on your calendar! Then you're straight!
I'll give the rest of you a moment. Go ahead and work it out! Reschedule that jargon and pay attention, okay? Go!
We good? Cool! Let's listen to some music by L.A. Symphony!
187 on the dance floor! From The End Is Now! Don't something like this! DJ Snowwack spin it something like this!
I murder the English language without rest! Circumvoice to tracks don't really spit like this! My mind, my mind grip like this! On some black business, solve the spot like this!
Find him at all and do it softly like this! See, everybody's killing something, even flatlines like this! Fresh music and then some! Back to your eardrops time and time again!
Befriend a serial killer, press calculus pinch! Spot me, slow dance with the face of death! Erase the rest, until there's nothing left! I'm dirty five, the complete opposite of fresh!
Show me mess where they sit of humor, garnish my flesh! I'll be hard-chested, shrunk belly and bird chest! When we out on tour, 187 on the dance floor! We coming with the rhymes galore, 187 on the dance floor!
When you need someone to spell the score, 187 on the dance floor! We leave the people screaming for more, 187 on the dance floor! It's so wonderful, you know, how fresh we get! Taking the hits with this murderous twist!
Killing the has-beens, killing the past-tense! Flow with an accent to perfect that split! Light with the beats, swift with the feet! My lyrics lacerate like knife to beef!
Cold and approach, global and coasts! H2O, the flow, the soul speaks! I never think of trash, you can call me a little bug! You should see me in the club when I do the jitterbug!
I'll cut her up! Show love to L.A. Dance Club! Hands up!
Scrunch your shoulders like you've got pants up! And while you're at it, check the verbal acrobatics! It's automatic, you don't want it, but you can't have it! Hello, female, we come at it to the style that's so infectious!
I'm shining like old necklaces, I'm the number one legend! When we out on tour, 187 on the dance floor! We coming with the rhymes galore, 187 on the dance floor! When you need someone to spell the score, 187 on the dance floor!
We leave the people screaming for more, 187 on the dance floor! I take the work of art every time I jumpstart the place! Hands go up side to side cause we be setting the pace! They commence to chase for these emcees to trace!
Cause I be loving the stage from a peak taste to face! Stay cool, conquer like when I be rocking the set! Cause I be killing microphone, give my props and then jet! Do it quick, fast, drop these hits last!
And you can feel it in your chest, like a ball blast! I'm so sick of these wannabe emcees who live like their moms and watch way too much TV! Sweat of the bomb, but no one's killing them! They get spit with adrenaline, just overconfident fools!
We'll be full, don't set it, don't get it! Don't set it, I don't get it! Get it before I'm posting, you fool, you fake idiot! Your late period, past skin, smart and weighed low!
All along your road like a serious! We out on tour, 187 on the dance floor! We coming with the rhymes galore, 187 on the dance floor! When you need someone to spell the score, 187 on the dance floor!
We leave the people screaming for more, 187 on the dance floor! It's a cat, they know it, don't show up! Rattlesnake to belt by Joey the Jerk! I sing out to tune in, never feeling like a man!
Tied to a rebel, strike over and into a pin inside! We decided to disguise our demise for lies! Our untold truth, the roots can't complete you! You will honor, my mother played it negative!
Which left you competitive, now price is my sedative! Since life is repetitive, we fill in the blanks! Every man has an abundance, don't give God the thanks! I'm talking getting on the text if I didn't have a purpose!
These fools from the ships are ripe to work with! Stopping my plan, it just happened to me! And I'm just happened to be one of the baddest MCs! In the heat, M-P-I-R-E, records be making wack songs!
But I won't sing along! I won't get cooked and fried like a fish! Smoke on my debate, radio playlist! Be making rack tracks for the masses!
Don't need to hit the old school and take the music classes! It's not that complicated, just remember it! Sing along! Rattlesnake to belt, powder patty melt!
Life goes on and lyrics come out! Rattlesnake to belt, powder patty melt! Life goes on and lyrics come out! Rattlesnake to belt, powder patty melt!
Life goes on and lyrics come out! Rattlesnake to belt, powder patty melt! Life goes on and lyrics come out! I'ma search any words for me, but not for you!
I might go cuckoo, playing funny fufu with the cuckoo! Using adolescent cuckoo! Funny thing this time, funny thing these rhymes! Funny thinking that your rap is as good as mine!
I'ma shine like old coal, revive like old gold! Scarecrows like old clothes, but suppose I dove and never came up! Blame love, you stay in cup! I do the same, but not in that order!
Rain on my quarters, bless the supporters! Even the ones who create Christlike borders! See how it sounds, a little unrational! I don't like beats that don't sound like a Casio!
Joey L and Jesus Christ supernatural! Rattlesnake to belt, powder patty melt! Life goes on and lyrics come out! Rattlesnake to belt, powder patty melt!
Life goes on and lyrics come out! Rattlesnake to belt, powder patty melt! Life goes on and lyrics come out! Rattlesnake to belt, powder patty melt!
Life goes on and lyrics come out! Joey, are you still there? Yeah. Is it cool if I start the interview now?
Not really. You don't want me to start yet? Not really. Are you kidding?
Seriously, I can't tell. Dude, not really. Do you think it makes sense for you to tell me not really when I'm asking if I can start the interview? Not really.
Well, if I can't interview you, then I guess I'm going to have to let you go. Oh, good. Okay, so can I let you go then? Nope.
So you just want to stay on the phone, but skip the interview? That's what you want? Yeah. So could I ask you some questions then?
What do you believe your greatest attribute is? I can stay away from the fourth, which is wonderful. And that's just one example. Okay, what else?
Black. Oh, thank you. If you could make any other kind of music besides rap, what would it be? 80s black people hits.
Are you teasing me? I'm being serious. I just never imagined that you'd actually want to make 80s black people hits in 2007. What the fuck?
Okay. What is it that makes Joey the Jerk stand out from everyone else in the industry? I'm a black artist. Joey, forgive me if I'm out of line here, but it seems to me that you focus a lot on skin color.
Why do you talk black? Oh, wiggity. How did you feel about the most recent Transformers movie? How do you like it?
You know what I mean? I can see why people would like it, but it's not fresh to me. If I remember correctly, you didn't actually come up with your name. If you could start over again, what would you name yourself?
Joey the Negatively Honest. That's freaking fantastic. Who is the greatest They come like a fever tonight. What are we just like?
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You are listening to The Simcast. We're back and I'm happy about it. Joey, after it's all said and done, how do you think you'll be remembered? History-making machine.
You're gonna be on the hot place. Really? I think I'm good. What about the rest of your crew?
How are they going to be remembered? Very whack. Whack? Really?
What do you think about Pigeon John? He's not the best, but he's fresh. V2X? He's not that good.
JB? He's so funny. Uno Mas? He's a character.
Flynn? He's not that good, but for some reason I like him. So you like Flynn? Nope.
What do you have against him? He's white. What about Cookbook? Yeah, he's pretty popular.
50 years from now, when they look back, what are they gonna say about the other members of LA Symphony? They'll be very whack. What do you think of LA Symphony as a whole? We make the best.
Oh Joey. We make the best music. I agree. But coming from you, based on all of the things you've said, that makes no sense.
I'm not trying to hurt my feelings. I'm trying to figure you out. I'm really mad. Whatever.
What are you again? I'm Max One. Dude, why did your wife even marry you? Tighten that t-shirt, Sean, hairy chest, and a tiny hat.
Is this all a shtick? Part of your image or what? I don't know. I don't.
I have no idea. You know, let's keep it real. You can be an abrasive guy. Why are you so mean?
I'm insecure about the way I look. Insecurity is the reason that you lash out? I am insecure. But you're a great looking guy.
Wow. It's so touching to hear this. I didn't realize that, I guess. It's true.
I can accept that, but I want to cry. Right now? Yeah, probably. Sounds like we might have just had a breakthrough.
That's a rap song. Breakthrough? Yeah. By who?
I don't remember that. Then why even bring it up? You know, screw it. Are you okay, dude?
I'm fine. You seem crazy. How would you say that? I heard at one show, you brought a little girl on stage and lit her hair on fire.
I remember that. First of all, even if you did something like that, I don't understand why you tell me or anyone for that matter. Okay, honest, because we need honesty in life. Why would you do that?
I'm doing this right. Are you serious? I'm very serious. How could you think that's okay?
I could see how it could be cute funny-ish. Doesn't that seem evil to you? I wouldn't say that. But, you know.
If not evil, what would you call it? I don't know. It's just weird. I don't know.
I don't know yet. I'm not... I don't know. I hear like 17 voices.
Okay. Skip, you know. Joey, I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to leave your twisted and confusing world and focus on the unleashed record for a moment. Can we do that?
Yeah. Fill us in, bro. The Unleashed album? Uh-huh.
You know what? Two people that I know have heard of Jeffrey Osborne. Really? He's all like a diehard LP fan.
Like, you know, have all the records. I think he was even like bootleg and selling it like a freaking thief. You know what I mean? You know, that's just great.
Who else? Matt Carney, Mute Math, Jack Johnson, and Kelly Clarkson. All right, all right. They liked it because it has such nostalgic feelings that you don't even want to understand.
All right, all right. What can we expect from Joey in the not-so-distant future? Boom. He controls everything.
Just do a little light shedding. I don't have a lot of babies. Shedding. It's that simple.
You shed that light. Let's make rap music so we get rich. That's how Phobie Mac does it. You shed that light.
I care about eating and paying my rent. Come on now, shed it. Genuinely say what I think, even if I think it may hurt your feelings. Shed that light.
I'm black. I'm a black artist. No doubt. In the beginning, when you were giving me a little bit of trouble, I said forget the interview.
Do you mind if I just ask you some questions? Well, those questions were the interview. This is conversation, conversation. The number one reason to go into conversation is to make money.
Period. It's not for anything else, so just stop. Period. If this is not making money, I'm going to another conversation that's going to make me money.
Period. Period. Period. I'm done with it.
I got what I needed. Now I'm going to give the listeners what they need. Some good old music. Pop song by LA Symphony.
It's my eighth birthday in 1984. I wake up to choose both toys and more. Everybody that I love stare through the front door. Who are you?
I never see your face before. Unsure of what to say. I don't speak at all. If they do not meet down to 6 feet tall.
Back to the wall, uncomfortable, but you are my house. I wish that mom would kick you out. It's time to blow the candles out. Happy birthday, we sing.
I notice that you don't say a thing. A gift you didn't bring. And mom looks sad. She had to tell a little boy that you were his dad.
Feeling that made that. I don't see nothing good. Trade you in for a new dad if I could. Still you stood until you stepped out for a smoke.
The smoke cleared and you disappeared like a ghost. Nobody on the planet can do me time. No better combination than you and mine. When it's right, it's right.
When it's wrong, it's wrong. A house and a home. When daddy's gone. Nobody on the planet can do me time.
No better combination than you and mine. When it's right, it's right. When it's wrong, it's wrong. A house and a home.
I didn't have the average like that. Plenty of seating, bro. Mad. Wondering if everything I had inside me was bad.
My pops in Africa and primary moms in LA and loud. They just agree until the sun went down. Come around my fifth year at school. They were cool on staying together.
My pops was like, whatever I do, it's the better you kids than I did. Nobody on the planet can do me time. No better combination than you and mine. When it's right, it's right.
When it's wrong, it's wrong. A house and a home. When daddy's gone. Nobody on the planet can do me time.
No better combination than you and mine. When it's right, it's right. When it's wrong, it's wrong. A house and a home.
I didn't have the average like that. Planting a seed and grow mad. Wondering if everything I had inside me was bad. My pops a African prime.
I'm off some LA and loud. They just agree until the sun went down. Come around my fifth year at school. They were cool on staying together.
My pops was like, whatever I do, it's the better you kids than I did. Nobody on the planet can do me time. No better combination than you and mine. When it's right, it's right.
When it's wrong, it's wrong. A house and a home. When daddy's gone. You are listening to The Simcast.
Idle time by LA Symphony from the upcoming album, Unleashed. Wake up at 3 p.m. Plus flip through the bronze and shunts upon my spit riddle princess. One shadow follows me to the dope.
The breeze caresses my knees. Feet slumped upon lines in the Arabian circus. Plots and plans slip a trapeze. After passing the next man lurking.
I never sleep. I sit and visualize what my eyes rolls. Got me stepping through the next drink like swishing. They moving like the planets keep spinning.
Hard times you found the barret and keep grinning. In this rap race, open eyes to find teeth. Work it over time. Get no place to sleep.
My style without a doubt. I'm up late no matter how long. God has finished songs. Can't wait.
Undialate as I violate. Tracks with my style. Hate the fact that it keeps me. That's to this type of space.
Idle times and find your find. The pain's inside and peace of mind. So get up and go. Seize the day.
The barbed idiot and lead the way. Idle times and find your find. The pain's inside and peace of mind. So get up and go.
Seize the day. The barbed idiot and lead the way. Idle times and find your find. The pain's inside and peace of mind.
So get up and go. Seize the day. The barbed idiot and lead the way. This is The Simcast.
To me, LA Symphony's Unleashed is like a box full of diamonds that you I don't even understand what that is. I don't remember where I was at.