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soothed the savage
Feast of no-brainers
It's rhyme water in the form of
Asian combat rhyme slaughter return

Retainer of mind, manipulative matrix talk
Life

[Eggs]
I, I think it's by Sasha Universe or somethin'?

[Xain]
Oh mate, you got any Jakarta?

[Billy]
Oh mate, do you know Synth and Strings?

[Adam]

We back to relapse
On a block called "The Trap, "
Its windows blackened with rap
To them ten strong in the hack
Dragging this song

We back to redact

a 150 channels 24 hours a day
you can flip through all of them
and still there's nothing worth watching

T.V. is the reason why less than ten percent

"recession" to "necessary downturn"
"crude oil" on a beach to "mousse"
"Civilian death" to "collateral damages"
and being killed by your own army 
is now called

Because I
I love you so
I will try my best
To return
To return
To return
To you
To you
My heart is broken
I'm shattered and scarred (These battle

We labor but the clay is made of babble
Bigger the brick, the deeper we get
Watch it all return to gravel
We labor but the clay is made of babble

.

[Chorus]

I just had to leave couldn't stay no more,
Down the elevator to the door
It was getting to the point of no return.

[Chorus: x2]

It was

the best of stories through
Our revelations to you by this Qur'an
And before the coming of divine inspiration to you, you were among those who were unaware

The Babbitt and the Bromide

Fred Astaire

Songs & Pictures 1928-1944

1995

the wife?
Got to run!
Oh my!
Ta-ta!
Olive oil!
Goodbye!


Ten years went quickly by for both these subste-antial men,
And then it happened that one

Return of the Taliban back for a summer
I just been laughing
They must've had the jabs double the dose
Now their ready for arming
The future is back

look another man for face unless in my face
Moreover mama you must never never kiss or make romantic
No three you must never never waka waka hand by hand

I don't give a fuck about my x hoe
Yea I know that this shit supposed to be depressing
Man you really had me thinking look that I really had

hand
Marijuana plant gleam gold, you wouldn't understand
Light the biccy up it touch soul like it cooked by Sam
I heart you but you always want more,

the wife?
Got to run!
Oh my!
Ta-ta!
Olive oil!
Goodbye!

Ten years went quickly by for both these subste-antial men,
And then it happened that one day

and see
Everything that there is
Was once made by someone
Just as sad  as you may be 
One day some day
We are here, in this time
Space and place
We are

Pick your armor up cuz they wanna slaughter us
All we got is us blood change your target up
The ten-fours advocate for our return to dust
But we can’t

can tell by my cold body temperature
That I still catch a high off texting her
So I pull out my phone, hit her cellular
Make me feel like I'm in

Polarity artificially designed,
provoking the deepest carnal reaction stimuli
Exchanging the concept of purity
For snake oil
In return witness

strength in distress
Your following eyes tell a story of loneliness
Faces of marble, bodies of oil
Fiction to tell truth, immortalized youth

Smiling in

The Babbitt and the Bromide

Fred Astaire

'S Wonderful

1996

the wife?
Got to run!
Oh my!
Ta-ta!
Olive oil!
Goodbye!


Ten years went quickly by for both these subste-antial men,
And then it happened that one

whom if I gave
A week to build a house
You'd return with one brick in your hand
Claiming you're just a minimalist
Strike one, just an asshole
Let me

Oil on me
Drip drop
Oil on me
Drip drip
Oil on me y'all don't see this oil on me
All on me
Yea yea
All on me
Yea yea
Bounce bounce
Oil on me y'all

Babbitt and the Bromide [Ziegfeld Follies of '46]

George Gershwin

Early Recordings of the 20's

1999

the wife?
Got to run!
Oh my!
Ta-ta!
Olive oil!
Goodbye!


Ten years went quickly by for both these subste-antial men,
And then it happened that one