Outro - The Crack Emcee



     
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You wanted the worst, you've got the worst
The one, the only Limp Bizkit
We could've stopped, you wanted the best?
Then don't get the fuckin' Backstreet Boys CD
'Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit
Balls made of steel
But don't hit me in the nuts though
Limp Bizkit's in the house
You ain't shit
Les Claypool
(Prims)
Hit me
Fire cracker
So there you go
Fifteen of your hard earned dollars
Right out the window
Most expensive piece of plastic
I've ever come across

Fifteen dollars, fifteen dollars
On a shoddy piece of plastic
There is it, Limp Bizkit in all its glory
Fred Durst, the man, the myth
The compulsive masturbatory
You love him, you hate him
You love to hate him
Hello?
Once when I was afraid to speak, when I was just a lad
My poppy gave my nose a tweak and told me I was bad
Then I learned a brilliant word, saved my aching nose
The biggest word, that you've ever heard and this is how it goes
[Unverified]Even thought he sound of it is something quite atrocious
Ah, those were the days
I don't know
You got any more of that
So what did you think, you were getting
A Celine Dion record?
No, no, no Young Bucky
You laughed, you cried
You just kissed your fifteen bucks goodbye
Limp Bizkit? I don't think so
Fred Durst? I don't know
But what the hell, I got paid
Goodbye now
Rock the house
DJ Lethal rock the house
Limp Bizkit rock the house
DJ Lethal rock the house

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The Crack Emcee was born Louis "Troy" Dixon, 44 years ago, in Los Angeles. His mother had a long-time thing with Charlie Mingus (producing a sister) as well as a long-time thing with Troy's dad, Alvin Troy Dixon, a jazz drummer. He lived with his father for a few years (with Maya Angelou as a, sometime, baby-sitter) but, eventually, Troy was taken in by a foster family and grew up on 78th and Western in South-Central; jazz great, Eubie Blake, as a frequent visitor to the home and Ice T lived half a block away.

He maintained contact with his dad, though, and the two connected strongly through music; the only "modern" musician the elder Dixon had any time for was Frank Zappa. After getting a G.E.D. from Grant High School, in North Hollywood, Dixon joined the U.S. Navy and traveled the world before attending San Francisco City College for a few years, and settling into the city as a struggling artist and political agitator. He eventually went on to work with Michael Franti's early cult band, the Beatnigs (1988) industrial agitators, Consolidated (1992) acid jazz favorites, Broun Fellinis (1995) and his own, short-lived, "Pop Rock" band, Little White Radio (1998).

But, through it all, The Crack Emcee has, also, been releasing a yearly series of critically acclaimed, extremely sample-heavy, and politically charged, solo mix tapes - starting with 1995's Newt Hates Me - that have solidified his reputation for notoriously outlandish, drug-induced, polemics, as well as radically eclectic sound. This output, finally, morphed into his first real attempt at a self-produced solo album, the minimalist anti-war Rap's Creation (Planet Rock) (2002) which, though commercially unsuccessful, was nominated for Album Of The Year (in, both, Rolling Stone and the Village Voice) and saw two of it's tracks make that year's list of Hip Hop's Best Anti-War Songs. He was, also, featured in Donnell Alexander's book, GHETTO CELEBRITY (Crown, 2003).

Today, The Crack Emcee is working on his follow up (a, full-length, double CD: Maximum Base Liver b/w What Doesn't Kill You,...) and, as Programming Director for Better Propaganda.com, works tirelessly to listen to, and expose, as much new raw talent as possible. And for the occasional ranting, he maintains a blog, The Macho Response. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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