Freestyle Karaoke

Karaoke Kumbaya

2008-11-08T23:02:00.000-08:00

You know 30 doesn't have to be a dirty number,
When you rock the mic like a woodchuck in lumber.

Future Karaoke Diva

2008-10-12T18:44:00.000-07:00

There was no doubt about it, when we were paid a visit by the stork,
That world would soon be her oyster and the microphone her fork.

Congressional Blues

2008-08-01T20:45:00.000-07:00

Mixing work and pleasure ain't easy unless your name is Hef...
But Mr. Gould makes it look easy, I guess he's just Type-F.

Mo Murda Mo Problems

2007-08-17T20:57:00.000-07:00

When the Vegas Express Train comes rollin' into town,
All you can do is hop aboard and get up to get down.

QT with the Fam

2007-07-14T20:21:00.000-07:00

You can pick your nose and you can always pick your friends,
But you can't pick your family so when they sing ya best pretend...

To dig their vocal stylings, thankfully for me...
Good singing genes run in the Neiman family!

Freedom is a Microphone

2007-07-04T19:58:00.000-07:00

Oh Say Does That Star-Studded Mic-Holder Yet Wail...
O'er Tha Land of Tha Free(style) and Tha Home of Tha Bass!

Get on Tha Mic and Do What Ya Like!

2007-06-25T23:30:00.000-07:00

A Style That's Free...

2007-06-25T22:57:00.000-07:00

When the words hit the screen, it's time to blow up the scene.
Just don't stick to the script, if you know what I mean.

What the telemprompter shows, everyone already knows.
So take a chance, veer off the path and slip into the flow.

Wanted dead or alive - try: On Jager bombs I thrive.

Every rose has its thorn - how about: Every guy likes his porn.

Proud Mary keep on burnin' - flip it to: The butter I keep on churnin' (and insert churn-the-butter dance here, of course.)

Don't go chasin' waterfalls - Don't go bastin' buterballs (JIVE TURKEY!)

So there you have it folks - Lessons 1, 2, and 3,
Freestyle Karoake with Tha Lyrical G.

Ya heard! Das My Werd.

South of the Border

2006-12-28T19:26:00.000-08:00

We had enough sitting by the pool on this Cancun vacation,
So we found a karaoke joint and rocked the Mexican nation.

The Cat's Meow

2005-05-08T20:36:00.000-07:00

On Bourbon there's a place where the tourists park,
And the cat's meow is eclisped only by tha dogg's bark.

Cruisin'

2004-12-27T21:26:00.000-08:00

When you're at sea there's only one cure when cabin fever sets in,
More cowbell, more mics, and a scarf pinker than your sunburnt skin.

Who Needs to Rehearse?

2004-10-23T21:37:00.000-07:00

From here to eternity, it's just you and me honey.
Through richer and poorer, at least my rhymes are money.

Breaking In the New Crib

2003-11-08T20:58:00.000-08:00

We are opening up our home like Hotel Rwanda with Don Cheadle.
Hey, what's the deal with that moptop? Is that the 5th Beatle?

Making Karaoke Look Good Since 2003

2003-07-07T21:02:00.000-07:00

When they asked me to pose for this photo shoot,
I grabbed the closest mic and a white scarf to boot.

Pass me the mic and it's on and it's on...

2002-12-07T21:13:00.000-08:00

Ain't no party like a MaxOnline party cuz a MaxOnline party don't stop...
Until Tha Lyrical G grabs the mic from the DJ and spits his own hip hop.

With the count full, I choked up on the mic like it was a bat,
And said to hell with the G-Dogg, it's time to bust out the A-Katt!

Live Band 'Oke

2001-07-25T21:03:00.000-07:00

So here's a little story I'd like to tell,
About about an L90 conference to help us sell.

In Anaheim is where it all went down,
After a weekend in Vegas, we arrived in town.

The theme was war and ready to battle we came,
With new products like Excessin - who came up with that name?

No mercy was the cry as pictures of competitors exploded.
The execs even wore fatigues, their dignity not yet eroded.

On the final day we hit Disneyland and scavenged around,
Wearing colored bandanas, we looked like a bunch of clowns.

Then on the last night they pulled out all the stops.
A fancy dinner, a band, plenty of booze and hops.

Suddenly Bohan jumped on stage and called out Kappy to rap.
Keith said, "I ain't got the flow" and gave his boy Aaron a tap.

After 5 days of partying, I barely had a voice,
But I stepped up to the mic - I didn't have a choice!

I called for backup and brought up my boy Scotty.
He threw down a beatbox and got the crowd rowdy.

The rest as they say is history,
The night turned out to be a mystery.

After the band cut out, we headed to the CEO's suite,
Raiding the mini bars and drinking bourban neat.

From there, the rest of the night really flew,
Last thing I remember is drinking out of Cowan's shoe.