Charlottesville Mall comes to YouTube

news-downtownmall-rap It finally happened: somebody made a rap about the benefits of using the Downtown Mall in Charlottesville. Credit (or blame) must lie with Emily Bolecek and Arin Noble, seen here in their five-minute video.

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That video was so good! Those girls freaking rock. What a fun and neat "rap." Way to go Emily and Arin!

this video is dabomb.com

Ladies, mad respect. Those are the sickest beats this town has seen since k-nice and The Blackout Project. You've made this city cool again, keep up the good work.

seriously: what is wrong with you? Who peed in your cheerios. Why can't you just move on to something else and let people who know how to enjoy life enjoy it.

Sad sad sad.

Girls: ignore seriously. As you grow older you will find that people who didn't have the gumption to do what you did will try and rob you of the joys of life.

Santa is crossing seriously off the list as we speak.

that was four minutes and 50 seconds too long. you lost some cred by posting this, hawes spencer.

Are you allowed to say something blows on the hook? This video sucks DOOOOOOONG. Butternut Squash's sarcasm just kinda pisses me off. I would say Fakename's critique was spot on. And I'd say it's clear that larry the cucumber punches puppies

Larry the Cuc you don't know what you're sayin'
Cut all the BS and stop all your playin'
You ain't a G til you die, you just little boy blue
you ain't high as the sky, you just a frail-ass dude
What you are is a vegetable down in the dirt
So you better pick yourself up boy and do some real work

Your mother and me we've been collaborating
I don't know why you're doin' all this hating
Your mom's tracks they be good, way better than yours
and she's probably calling you now to go do your little chores
Your rhymes they do lack, they don't really flow
But I'm taking your mom out, so I gotta go

good job.

yo girls this rap is mad weak i spit game better than that in my sleep, i flow like woah and i eat rice, like k-nice. and dont eat the cheerios i guess this guy above me peed in them.

best video ever!! thanks to arin and emily for your awesome dance moves! woo hoo!! let's go ladies!!!!!!!

Cheers to you, Emily and Arin! Community spirit around the C'ville mall was the point. Some folks are clueless. As for the rest of us, LOL and applaud your imagination. The C'ville mall is a showplace worthy of rapt attention.

Why was this under the MUSIC header? I have enjoyed vocalizations from my dog much more.

I have now found a valid reason for a TAZER to be deployed :)

I can't believe so many people are even viewing this page. Much less even generating enough energy for an opinion. I'm here b/c I'm friends with the creators. What's every one elses excuse? Spend all day reading every article and watching every video on the Hook? That's cool...

And by the way, I applaud the creators because they like to have fun and have a sense of humor. What jerks.

i think its time some fools got brought back to earth

Ok Larry, so you think you can rhyme?
Get ready to get pickled in my lyrical brine
only thing with less flava than a cucumber is you
Those girls got flow like exlax in your digestive stew
You know my girl Arin bout to get that vinegar dose
turn you green and knobbly like a witches nose

Butternut squash is just a minor league pumpkin
Rhymes sound like a minor league country bumpkin
Try and bite my girls beats and it'll get real scary
Like squash soup with no rosemary

yo I cover our food group
pyramid tier number two
I ain't no breads wheats or pastas
i'mma flipping vegetable stew
larry you don't even taste good
yo butternut - you too

now dj k la boss, yeah
you flow kinda sweet
but I'mma spit mad game
and you're about to get beat

cus DJ K's a little punk, he's sunk
he knows nothing about nothing
and I know how to dunk
like swoosh, above his head - he falls to the ground
and he ain't commin' back up
he's embarrassed, done, no he won't make a sound.

i'll grind him up
and spit him out
yo count on that happenin'
yeah without a doubt.

wham. yo girls, you wanna flow with DJ - or with me?

DJ, Veggies and Larry:

You think you got lyrics, think you got it on lock
But I got the spirits of Biggie and Tupac
I duck and I weave and I rhyme and I flow
And there's some things you two gotta know

Your lyrics are wack and your rhymin' is weak
I hope your next record don't ever get leaked
Because if it does your careers will be over
Unless somehow you get that luck from a clover
But that ain't gonna happen, it ain't gonna go down
So stay off the airwaves you big goofy clowns

These chicks know how to do it, how to spit that big game
And this downtown mall rap puts you jokers to shame
So go back to the drawing board, go back to the map
And don't try to come back here til you got a real rap

yo dog... you didn't have to cop that lil romeo rhyme
sounds like a freestyle from a half brained mime
try and apply at least some of your minimal brain matter
and put a little meat with that vegetablke platter

if rhymes were like dimes i'd have a whole lot
your flow is like a drain that goes drip drip drop
but at least you drop somethin so i'll relax my attack
jerret, nut and larry at home playin toe with tic tac
get off your butts and say some constructive words
stead of mouthin off and sounding like.... idiots

to CPD, with respect:

you're a pig, a pork, eaten with a fork
your rhymes are big, but they lack any torque
expectedly you ride upon this pd power trip
spent your whole life dreamin, dreamin to be hip
picked on back in grade school by bullies and pricks
now you seek revenge with yo little black stick
but we all know the truth of that age old shtick
compensation, for your undersized d*@k

chasin' down meatball, taze all you want
sure, keep your gun, i'm in for some fun
but ain't no chance you rival rex on the run
i don't even care how much lube you use, son
if screwin cats on youtube's yo thing, have fun.
i dip, i duck, i slide, i flow
lyrically, empirically, a genuine pro
and right when you think my work here is over
rear-naked choke alluponya like a dover

so please, cpd, recognize your actions
meatball in a wheelchair is hardly satisfaction
i've seen him ride, i've seen him roll
he'll beat your @ss cruisin on a donut stroll

seriously? we're still doing this. I got tired of it a week ago.

losers.

This is so creative and funny. I love everything from the lyrics to your sweet outfits. You should make more raps about Cville!

I just died a little inside.

The production vaule of the "rap" (if you want to call it that) was weak sauce. The lyrics were very questionable. And while this was for a class, so none of the aforementioned really matter, it just came across middle-school-esque. I hope they got a C on this project because you can't just rely on being cute and having boobs. And, i'm willing to say there may only be two real complimentative comments and the rest are just really sarcastic.

Being cute and having boobs is plentynuf in my book!

I am sad that I clicked on the link..

The portion I liked was when the girls warned pedestrians to look both ways at a crosswalk. Maybe the City of Charlottesville needs something like this instead of telling pedestrians they always have the right of way. :)

good for them... life is too short not to have fun...

Yeah I agree fake name, brillant critique.

This is the worst joke project ever made. If I had fun and made a project for class the production value would be superb and it would be at least high school quality.

We got to show these girls what its like to make good funny raps, and make sure we put them them in their place, otherwise they will have too much fun.

you larry the so called cucumber,
Ill verbally slice you and dice you in a cup, pickle you and ferment you polish style.
Relish your time before its up, your comments are gonna get squashed for a long while.

Anybody that is criticising this needs to look in the mirror and ask themselves why they need to criticize others for trying to get a little enjoment out of life. Is picking on two high school girls really nice thing to do? Perhaps you could do better.... but then again you would actually have to do it in order to prove it.

Keep up the good work girls and don't let the naysayers bug you. The only time they will be in the paper is their foreclosure listing or domestic abuse arrest.

ahhhhh this is great, a heated discussion on readthehook.com, fake name, boobman, and BUTTernut all obviously look for boobs on readthehook.com. I can guess they are uneducated, measly, douche bags, who take pleasure in making fun of a sick nasty beat with untouchable rhyms that make your hat fly off and your britches hang low. Butternut im sure there aren't many who will butter your nuts but goodluck in the search.

Yo,

errybody knows ima G til i die,
yea i smoke weed so im high as the sky,
most of your raps sound like my moms tracks,
and you play ball like you've been drinkin 6 packs,
you suck and i rule,
errybody thinks youre a tool,
so shut up and go away,
cause you got nothin good to say..

You thought i was done but i came right back,
i flow all day and my rhymes never lack,
i cook you up and i eat you,
yea DJ K you too,
my girl arin's on deck,
and she knows shes on check,
jerrett's a carrot good thing he knows that,
and no i dont punch puppies ive only punched a cat.

My name is larry,
and i love to eat dairy,
one, two, three,
you cannot see me,
im out to the downtown mall,
if you wanna rap for real just give me a call,
678-999-8212

PEACE

Guys, all this fightin is makin me stressed
Your lyrics aren't better than the girls- they were the best
They didn't do nothin wrong
They just sang a nice lil song
And now you gotta hate
Move to the left and get GONE!

Haters, back off.
No one messes with Miss B. Or my girls Arin and Emily.

you got spunk meatball sub
but probably not in this blog reality
cus you swore and that's off limits
they'll take you down soon, the man will, you'll see

let's all band together
stop hatin on each other
we're all from different mothers
but i feel like you're all my brother

we rhyme nice, we dis' hard
we the blogosphere masta's
ain't no one gonna touch us bards
we flow, we go, we move, we groove

let's ditch this lame fight
get those chicks, take flight
to another place, another race,
where we'll run face to face
hand in hand, like real men
it could even be sort of zen
what do you say?
maybe not today?

but sometime!
we gotta stop this fight time!
we gotta be making: love, peace, joy, and sweet rhyme!

Vegetable platter, Mr. Holier than Thou,
Why would you choose to stop all this now
you've decided to be such a bore,
not totally unexpected from a herbivore.

Things were just getting good, and I was enjoying the chatter,
I must ask you now, what in the world is the matter?
I'm sure no one here means any harm,
But, if you have a probably go back to the farm.

We'll stay and enjoy and show off our skills
Until all is said and done, and we've all had our fills.

the ground may be frost but for me its growing season
yall bunch of weeds, spittin manure devoid of reason

meat ballz, dj floss, your delicate words could be a soft ballad
Larry's chopped up rhymes are more bland than a mcdonalds salad

Nuts back, cant peel me from my thick lyrical exterior
My words will bake you puree you, boil your interiors

Like barry sanders Im too good to stay around and linger
Cause' your girl's waiting to get a taste of this sweet butterfinger

(chorus)
Nutts back
this time hes here to stay
aint never gonna crack
so get your S#@% out the way

Vegetable platter, Mr. Holier than Thou,
Why would you choose to stop all this now
you’ve decided to be such a bore,
not totally unexpected from a herbivore.

Things were just getting good, and I was enjoying the chatter,
I must ask you now, what in the world is the matter?
I’m sure no one here means any harm,
But, if you have a problem* go back to the farm.

We’ll stay and enjoy and show off our skills
Until all is said and done, and we’ve all had our fills.

*correction

New Kid's got chip on his shoulder
'cause of his grammatical mistakes he aint no attention holda
Squash's got chops like Kung-fu Panda
an animated character for an elementary school gangsta
He's up on his throne like the Blackhawks in the central
but he gonna fall like a teardrop from vegetable's pupil

Im here to represent the most classy of plays
with lyrical snides and delicate ballets
Ill tip toe around on jerret and larry
Im a Cullen you'll see, aint no werewolf fairy
bite your lip and stare cause you cant resist
I got too much sparkle, you know you're in lust
Im a hundred years old and you know what I am
JUST SAY IT you fool, you know it aint no scam

So all you so-called rappers, it's on
Team battle, tomorrow, New Moon, at dawn
Ill take arin, emily, meatballs, and Stacey Kent
The Boss, get your lineup and prepare to get given up for lent

Who's this new dude, comin' in here
Talkin' "Edward Cullen" like he's something to fear
You can't pick your own team, can't even pick your own nose
You're actin' all big, but everyone knows
You're a fool, a kid, a liar, a sham
Tryna be big by sayin' "you know what I am"

But I know what you are, you small little kid
You're a mouse of a rapper, not even on my grid
I don't care about you, don't care about your rhymes
But I do care about the Blackhawks, how they've won 20 times
But that's not the point, that's not the gist
The point is that Nutcracker, you won't be missed

Your rhymin' it stinks like a pile of dung
And the only thing you should bite is that little mouse tongue
So get out of here with this picking teams thing
Because around here, MEATBALL SUB IS KING

i shouldn't post on this site cuz my rhymes are too tame
that videos' parallel to hell but I must maintain
this too dangerous
please stop emailing us
our inbox is full up
its held like hostages

I run like cheetah with thoughts off an assisan
don't what that means but who's askin
beyond the walls of the downtown mall
life is defined,
don't think of crime, just get in a crosswalk state of mind

its only right that i was born to use michs
and the stuff that I write
is tougher than twilight
taking this thread to a new plateau
with rap gold
as i rap slow
i'm like a comm-schooler
all money
made without a real soul

-strong language
(to the beat of my song N.Y. State of Mind)

i shouldn’t post on this site cuz my rhymes are too tame
peoples, that post needed some made edits

that videos’ parallel to hell but I must maintain
this too dangerous
please stop emailing us
our inbox is full up
its held like hostages

I run like cheetah with thoughts off an assasin
don’t know what that means but who’s askin
beyond the walls of the downtown mall
life is defined,
don’t think of crime, just get in a crosswalk state of mind

its only right that i was born to use michs
and the stuff that I write
is tougher than twilight
taking this thread to a new plateau
with rap gold
as i rap slow
i’m like a comm-schooler
all money
made without a real soul

-strong language
(to the beat of my song N.Y. State of Mind)

I'ma let you all finish, but Beyonce had one of the best raps of all time, of ALL TIME!

The Nutcracker and the Mouse King just finished this thread... peaze

DJ Floss thinks hes the boss

I don't listen to what he says
Cause his rhymes are worse than K-Fed's

(This one goes out to you Gasbag SOE.)

Yo Meatball,
They call you a sub, cause I'm gonna put you under
You're almost as whack as that pickled Cucumber
I'm teasin' my taser, and I'm ready to fire
No push to SAVE you like ol' McINTIRE

You're fleeing, you're running. You just got shot
You're peeing, you're writhing, that's not all I got
Bringing those weak rhymes, this means war
I'll put you in a wheelchair, two wheels, four

Hit you with my cruiser, here, better have some lube
Cause I'ma screw ya, film it, burning up Youtube
I'm fingering the trigger, your about to get dropped
All brought to you courtesy of your local Cop Shoppe.

seriously, veggie, we’re still doing this
but larry’s mom called, and offered a dis:

ââ?¬Å?i heard of a boy that comes from the earth
lives in the ground, the place of his birth
he claims he can dunk, but look at his height
talk talk dribble dribble, yeah right
someone set that tier-two-food right”

his love, his peace, his joy, his rhyme
sir English dubbed it’s nothing but grime
veggie can’t save it, not even with thyme
out the door veggie, girls are all mine

seems to be a pose
i hear nothin’ but prose