Killer on the Rampage
Killer on the Rampage is an album by Eddy Grant. It remains his most successful album, hitting the top 10 in the US and the UK. It features the hits "Electric Avenue" (which was a big hit in the US and UK at #2), "I Don't Wanna Dance" (a UK #1 hit) and "War Party".
Track listing
All songs written & arranged by Eddy Grant. (Copyright Greenheart Music)
Bonus Tracks on Deluxe Edition
Production
References
Fall In
Fall In is a 1942 American comedy film directed by Kurt Neumann and written by Eugene Conrad and Edward E. Seabrook. The film stars William Tracy, Joe Sawyer, Robert Barrat, Jean Porter and Arthur Hunnicutt. The film was released on November 20, 1942, by United Artists.
Cast
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Fall In!
Fall In! is one of the largest gaming conventions in North America devoted to historical miniature wargaming. It is sponsored by the Historical Miniatures Gaming Society, a nonprofit guiding organization, which also sponsors the much larger Historicon convention.
Typically, Fall In! is a three-day convention held in early November each year in historic Adams County, Pennsylvania, at a location immediately south of the historic Gettysburg Battlefield. Thousands of miniature gamers and military history enthusiasts gather to play in hundreds of tabletop games, tournaments, and demonstrations. The convention is accompanied by a large flea market of used gaming items and accessories, a large dealer hall offering new merchandise, a series of seminars and training sessions, painting competitions, and similar events. Over 90% of the gaming events are history-related, with the remainder being sports games and fantasy or science fiction miniature games.
Each year, Fall In! has a different theme and focal point (such as the American Civil War or World War II), and many games and supporting events are geared around the theme. Awards are presented to the Best Theme Event, as well as best games in specific time slots and other honors for particularly popular or impressive games.
Love-drama
(Adlibs)
Verse 1:
You know my album got pushed back for months,
My royalties are still captured,
I got dissed on the Net—I guess now I'm a real rapper!
With my haphazard delivery, no hot beats to speak of,
I couldn't beat up the mic with a brick tucked in each
glove.
My AV-club recording was boring,
Snoring like sleeping pills,
And Grip swallowed six in the morning to delete my
skills,
My tired loops, and my four-track.
I'm like every wack rapper you ever heard of, but more
wack.
Don't buy it! My album, that is—you won't like it.
Every sample you'll recognize,
'Cuz the fans are all cool psychic record guys.
I mean, I am, too, man, I'd never lie.
My whole albums's a jack.
Impeach the President? Yo, how done is that?
Tribute to early rap? DIY ethic?
No, a piss-poor producer—take my name off the credits.
Shouldn't have let 'em put out my demo,
I should've said "Listen, don't.
My friends understand why it sucks, but the critics
won't!"
It isn't a cheap shot—my whole style is weak spots.
Infuriating, leave 'em steamin' like a teapot!
Gab Wiz, my high-pitched sidekick? He's bad biz.
"Alter-ego? Yo, that's him! He think he Madlib!"
I'm doin' it wrong, unless I'm tryin' to ruin the song—
If that's the case, then my career is really movin'
along.
I'm no Edan, MF Doom, Thirstin' Howl and shit,
Or all the other lo-fi rappers whose styles I bit.
I'm just Grip—thanks for noticing.
Thanks for your time.
We don't see eye-to-eye, but it ain't 'cuz you're
blind.
And, yo, thanks for the inspiration, if not the
dissent.
I guess it wasn't a total waste of the promo I sent.
I bet you probably could rock it better with your own
mic.
I know it sucks to get a free CD that you don't like.
I make the music for myself. I guess I should've kept
it that way,
And listened to my wack tape alone inside of my Bat-
cave.
You're so astute, bra. Every minute flaw, you heard it.
Can't wait to hear your album…
