Barack Obama, Winner! Lewis Hamilton, Winner! Dizzee Rascal…not so much!
Here it is, proof that the UK school system failed Dizzee Rascal. NOW before all the other bloggers start having seizures, I love what Dizzee does in the studio. ‘Boy In The Corner’ was the UK’s Illmatic (yeah I said it), but I can’t help feeling that Dizzee’s boys were behind the camera making him want to front. Chris Rock said it best, Keepin it real can be keepin it real dumb. Plus, which comic genious put Jeremy Paxman and Dizzee Rascal on the same show?
Dizzee-ism 1:
Jeremy Paxman: Dizzee Rascal, do you believe in polictal parties in Britain?
Dizzee Rascal: Yeah, they exist
Dizzee-ism 2:
Jeremy Paxman: Mr Rascal, do you feel yourself to be British?
Dizzee Rascal: ‘Course I’m British man, you know me, I’m here man, what’s good?
Other Dizzee-isms: “It doesn’t matter what colour you are, it matters what colour your heart is…”
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Grime music is typified by sparse and minimalist 2-step breakbeats, generally around 130 beats per minute. The lyrics and music combine futuristic electronic elements and dark, guttural bass lines. The rapped lyrics will often contain jabs at other musicians, and concerts are often organized as battles between competing performers, rather than simply performances.
baladen
Yeah, total tool.
Embarassing clown on tv, and paxman let him off, he could easiy have pursued why Obama DISTANCED himself from rapper endorsements, or what %age of the voting public were the hip-hop demographic.
Or how by having a 52% vs. a 48% vote gives you a near double electoral vote makes any sense at all.
Dizzee, stay dumb with MTV.
Missami
He must have been really dizzy to have agreed to do that.
And when asked: Do you consider yourself to be British? He should have turned round and asked Jeremy the exact same question!
Too much to ask of an child like idiot. He really needs to grow up.
Missami
There I was, cruising the Internet when, tout de coup, my ears pricked up.
“And now ladies and gentlemen, we have 2 guests to talk about the Obama victory, Baroness Scotland and hip hop artist Dizzee Rascal”
The shudder that went down my spine was almost physically painful. I ran over to the TV, put on my glasses and raised the volume.
“God”, I prayed, “please let it be some politician who I have never heard of who just happened to have an unfortunate coincidental same name as the grime artist”.
But no, such was the luck that we had achieved a black president; there was no more to go round. Standing there in his skanky smile and uninhibited glory was, as Jeremy Paxman so kindly put it: “Mr Rascal”.
In the nanosecond that preceded him opened his mouth, I tried to assure myself that he would ‘Fix up and look sharp’
But alas, much to my embarrassment, the embarrassment of the Baroness, the grin of Jeremy and to the embarrassment of himself, Dizzee was doing his level best in a one man bid to secure the part as Bottom, an ignorant ignoramus ass in Shakespeare’s Midsummer’s night dream.
Where one man had a dream 48 years ago, I was having my own personal nightmare unfold in front of my very eyes as “Mr Rascal” struggled to command the basic form of primary grammar that would see Donnatella Versace secure a place as a 10 o’ clock newsreader.
Was the word ‘Street’ synonymous with ‘stupid’? I wondered, and from which cornerstone in London had they dragged this despicable waste of oxygen from, to represent the young UK black man and tell the nation:
“Wot am sayin, yeah, is mans won it cos he used hip-hop, init”
Did he confuse Jeremy Paxman with Clarkson? Why were they doing this to us? Such is the disgust of what I endured that I cannot express any words to truly verbalise what I had been so hexed to see.
