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and 'Tee' - harmonica
Recorded: October 2, 1929 Victor # 56336-2 
Album: Gus Cannon And His Jug Stompers - 2 CD set
'Legendenary 1928 - 1930 Recordings'
JSP
I've got that mountain music in me
But not since I was born
I learned about it yesterday
From a CD-ROM

I've got that mountain music in me
I'll
mannequins
Dressed by other brothers
Hiding under covers with mothers be panicking
Rambling
Gassing like they’re Anakin
But red and blue lights are out
Ain't no funk, it's funky, it's Doggystyle
(Death Row-ow, Death Row)

[Snoop Dogg]
Shucks, stomping in my big blue chucks
More bounce
at the top
Before Preme (DJ Premier) learned the art of the chop
This is way before SP's...and MPC's
And long before CD's and MP3's
The game started
Through CD-ROM, the mega bomb severs the ice in your charm 
Too late for Salaam, slugs rip through your arm 
Double lead arm supreme head some fled from
This mathematical rhythmatical mechanism enhances my wisdom
? of Islam, keeps me calm
From doing you harm, when I attack, it's Vietnam
Through CD-ROM
at the top
Before Preme (DJ Premier) learned the art of the chop
This is way before SP's...and MPC's
And long before CD's and MP3's
The game started
emancipation of your mind 
Liquidation, incrimination of a  false nation 
Two thousand millennium occupation black poet on the run 
Track translation
on the record.

I'd written 'You really got me' as tribute to all those great blues people
I love: Leadbelly and Big Bill Broonzy. And Dave was playing the song
and phat fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for
through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu, and phat fi-darm
Every time i get my spit on, no doubt, i spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track
Biggie
I was only like eleven so forgive me
A decade later I be all up in the city
Trying to get Hov to fuck with me
With a burned CD full of jams that was
was discovered by Grand Wizard Theodore

July 1980 hip-hop's first national news story and on ABC
In 82 came the cd in 83 Ad the the Technics
SL 100 MK2
wrist, look like a package of piss 
Looked like they pissed, in a ice cube tray 
Put it in the freezer, so by the next day 
They could put it on my wrist,
to the county line
And there's nothing but dirt roads for miles and miles
I knew she couldn't hold back
She grabbed the CD from off the dash
Say, what you
and phat fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for
brain, attack the track like we some animals
Mechanical, live wire jaw, rap cannibals
Fire force survive behind bars, like we unhurtable
Swervin`
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Aiyyo Wheezy let's get
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Aiyyo Wheezy let's get