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Cold School
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chopped and screwed
me as a producer who makes "chopped and screwed" albums:
hey, i gots an idea! lets take a popular hiphop album, and slow it down so it sounds like barry white came back from the dead and started rapping about niggaz, bitches, and shit, add some stupid, annoying echo efects that completely fuck up the song even more, then scream my name over every other five seconds of every fucking song! then, dumbass piece of shit little fucking hiphoppers can buy it, and think it's cool! we'll make billions! DERP! goddamn, what a waste of money. |
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Old School
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Apparently it sounds good if you're fucked up on codeine. That's how it started, DJ Screw was addicted to codeine cough syrup, and since that shit's pretty popular in Houston, a lot of people liked it.
It's not really my style, but it's fun to listen to sometimes. Lil Wayne sounds cool when he's chopped and screwed--his normal voice sounds like an 11-year-old kid who smokes too much weed, but when he's slowed down it actually sounds like he's hit puberty. I heard a chopped and screwed version of "Soldier" once. Made Beyonce sound like a man.
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Primordial Mantelope
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im with can't see... shit is terrible...
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Made his weapons out of sticks Thinking drinking from the sun Her moonbeams birth mercurial babies Antelopes run free and the sea it returns me Now that my body's grown the lonely heart poetry Droning in hearts becomes songs that all objects Sing to each other like friends telling stories The immorals gently awaken All possibilities open Unto one another And brothers and sisters begin To see truly through strata |
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