SONG OF THE WEEK: THE NEXT GENERATION #7

LIMP BIZKIT - SIGNIFICANT OTHER
"N'2gether Now (featuring Method Man)" (4,645,171 bytes MP3 format)

Gerry:

    What can I say? I'm a Limp Bizkit fan. I'm also a hip hop rap fan, so this song follows the recipe to securing a spot on my all-time playlist. You take one part Wu-tang's Method Man, one part Limp Bizkit's Fred Durst, and you mix 'em together to make a dope song and a trippy video.

    In case you haven't seen the video, Fred and Meth are doing a kung fu movie parody, where they can jump 20 feet and do a jump kick, handle nun-chucks and kitanas, then kick Pauly Shore's bitch-ass. Sweet. Hilarious video.

    I personally guarantee you'll love the chorus, and whenever people are around you that you want to be quiet, this song will be great to subliminally get the message across. "Shut the fuck up!"

Rice:

    Hrm... listening to the song, I'm not sure what to say. I have never been much of a hip-hop rap fan, and this song embodies both rap and hip-hop elements. But I must make myself look into the scope of a person who would be a fan of this kind of music. ..... ....... ......... Aaargh! Okay, it failed miserably. I give up. I suppose I will never truly come to appreciate this kind of music, which you can view as a tragedy if you wish.

    N2gether Now doesn't have the amusing "... and you can take that cookie, and stick it up your ..." line as the other Limp Bizkit single had. To me, "shut the #$%^ up!" isn't as catchy as Nookie's chorus. Plus half of the time I have no idea what they're saying. If your taste in music is like mine, then I cannot recommend N2gether Now. If your taste is like Gerry's, then you should take his recommendation and download!

Lyrics:

FD: Who could be the boss, Look 'em to the cross, Stranded, In the land of
the lost, Standin' up I'm sideways, I'm blazin' up the path, Runnin' on the
highways of wrath, Choked up, by the smoke in the charcoal, Lotta stamps and
brands me like a barcode, I'm dashin' all the media strikes, to keep the
media dikes, that's reinforced me for the fight, And that alone will keep
John Gotti on the phone, I'm tanglin' on the zone, I got the bees on the
track, Where the fuck u at?

MM: Tical

FD: Let me hear your pigeons run your mouth now,

MM: Shut the fuck up

FD: I'm pluggin' in them social skills, to keep my total bills, that run a
million, the last time I checked it, thank God I'm blessed with the mind that
I wreckin', wait until the second round then knock 'em out.

MM: They call me big john-sta, my middle name-uh, dirty water flow, too much
for you thug, I can't stand the flood, what up doc? Hold big gun like Elmer
Fudd, the sure shot, Mister Meth, I'm unplugged, learn, temperatures too hot
for sun block, burn, playin with minds that get you state time, locked behind
12 bars, from a great mine, killa bees in the club, with this ladybug,
brought a sword to the dance floor, to cut a rug, love is love all day, till
they no slug, and take another life in cold blood, can't feel me, till it's
your blood, murder is tremendous, crime is endless, same shit different day,
father forgive us, they know not what they do, all praise is due, I'm big
like easy, and big bamboo

Chorus: What's that I didn't hear you, shut the fuck up, come on a little
louder, shut the fuck up, everybody n 2 gether now, shut the fuck up, just
shut the fuck up. (2x)

Method Man: Headstrong, deckhorn, get right on, dead weight they dead wrong,
let's get it on, 12 rounds of throw down, who whole crown, protect land with
full pound, limp bizkit, get around like merry-go, bust the scenario, comin
through your stereo, why risk it, lifestyles of pro limp thinkin' gifted,
essential vitamins and minerals delicious, word on the street is, they bit my
thesis, knocked out they front teeth is, try to taste my, actin' like they
heard through the grape vine, dope feedin' for the baseline, to provide by,
pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticle, where'd you find that monster,
she beautiful, wu-tang and limp bizkit roll on the set kick a hole in the
speaker, pull a plug and then jet

FD: Mic check, so what's it all about, and where we gonna run, maybe we can
meet up on the sun, discretion is advised, for the blood of virgin eyes, me
limpin' on the track with the method, so get the sun block, you gettin' one
shot, until you dissolve I revolve around everything you got, from outta no
where, prepare, you be blinded by the glare, I told not to stare, now you've
turned into stone, without a microphone, but don't you forget your in the zone

MM: So shut the fuck up

FD: and take that shit back, cause all your shit's whack

FD: When it's weighed out like that. Burnin' up your brain like a piston, SO
all those who didn't listen, Never even knew what they were missin, and never
knew that the sky was falling down, wu-tang clan for the crown.

Chorus

MM: It was over your head all day everyday S-I-N-Y, 1-0-3-0-4, wu-tang killa
bees, and the limp B-I-Z-K-I-T, ya'll know the time, y'all know the rhyme it
ain't easy bein' greasy, in the world full of cleanliness and, you know all
that other madness we gone, peace.

Scribbling: LIMP BIZKIT! METHOD MAN! R-R-ROCK THE HOUSE Y'ALL! BRING IT ON!