Inspired by what seemed to be the longest Minneapolis winter ever, we took to Facebook and crowdsourced lyrics for a hip-hop song dedicated to being hot. The best, funniest, most tangential, and HOTTEST rhymes got produced.
Check out the Facebook group here
“Sweat Up In My Creases” —Goin’ 40 in my VDub speed limit 20 Starbuck caramel latte straight up venti tick-tock goes the clock cop’s got my block on lock and I’m pittin’ out in my Passat
—Feel my back start stickin’ to the seat can’t help myself from movin’ to the beat the more I move, the more I excrete pits soaked, wet socks on feet
—I got sweat up in my creases rockin’ bling with all them fleeces —Children ask me, “Are you workin’ up some hits?” nope…just comin’ back from a shvitz you can pay for school but you can’t buy class you can pay for central air but you still have swass —I keep peeling off my chair where da back of my knees is smellin’ like I popped the top off of a Cheez Whiz cuz I got sweat up in my creases gangsta lawyer jargon hope the heat “desists and ceases” —Feel my back start stickin’ to the seat can’t help myself from movin’ to the beat the more I move the more I excrete pits soaked, wet socks on feet —Got sweat up in my creases got my kulauts from Maurice’s, yeah sweet spiral perm from Regis got sweat up in my creases —Drip drip drippin’ run run runnin’ down my back collectin’ in the seat of my underpants —Fools (ow!) you all wack I say pleeease, cuz my mama taught me good but I’m sleeze cuz my papa was a roller —Shoppin’ all day, should of wiped better walkin’ all squishy, t.p.’s vendetta Summer’s Eve ain’t helpin’ with my bodily releases Is that a dead hooker I smell…or does your crack carry feces? —Movin’ on up to George and Weezie’s Olivia Newton John’s as sweet as Georgia peachies “She’s like the wind” but I got warmer breezies Tiger Wood’s inventin’ new S-T-D-sies —Feel my back start stickin’ to the seat can’t help myself from movin’ to the beat the more I move, the more I excrete pits soaked, wet socks on feet —I got sweat up in my creases (got sweat up in his creases) I’m so ill I got diseases, yeah Bitches please, it never ceases (bitches please) I got sweat up in my creases —Got sweat up in my creases 10,000 words on “Being Fly” for my Masta’s Thesis Got sweat up in my creases Bringin’ you back with my psychokinesis Got sweat up in my creases If it gets any hotter I’ll need an ass prosthesis Got sweat up in my creases Right now…America needs this. (a drip to the drop you don’t stop…so sticky icky)
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Video Credits:
Directed by Paula Maki Biondich
Cinematography by Ryan Taylor and Paula Maki Biondich
Edited by JoLynn Garnes
Title Graphics by Nathan Hinz
Title Animation by Ben Leisen (Drive Thru)
Song Credits:
Music Composition by Rick Meyer & Jerome Rankine (Rumble Music)
Performed by Rick Meyer, Jerome Rankine, Tommy Barbarella & Andra Suchy
Lyrics by:
Paula Maki Biondich
Rick Meyer
Kurt Casey Warner
Ed Mathie
Stacy Berndt
Megan Auld-Wright
Michael Waite
Casey Brewer
Jimmy Makris
Jeff Berg
Jeff Shuller
Don Smithmier
Stephanie Wilbur Ash
Paul Henry
Andra Suchy
Starring:
Craig Ferrence (as the rapper)
Matthew Gilman (as the jalapeno guy)
Mitchell Thompson (as the hype man)
Chanda Leir (as the video girl)
Dustin Black (as the random guy walking on train tracks)
Special Thanks To:
Jim Morgan & Conduit Sound
Amy Meyer
Mimi McDonnell Black
The “Imma Drop A Rhyme For Sweat Up In My Creases” group on Facebook
Contact:
sweatupinmycreases@gmail.com
