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Albums:

Meridian (Monks of Doom) · Hank Jones with the Meridian String Quartet (Hank Jones) · Prime Meridian (Compass) · The Meridian Project (Transcendence) · The Prime Meridian (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Across the Blue Meridian (Pieces of Eight) · Anti-Meridian (Brave Saint Saturn) · Meridian (The Sinking Ships)


The 98th meridian the pacific the empty blue,
Playground forest garden,
448 4th avenue easy street city by the bay, dump park traffic,

Snow drift
Hey momma, what's happening? (Dip da through the 9-7)
This one's for you baby girl
That's right (As we tip toe to the 9-8)
Lee, my baby, what's
Glad to get high and see the slow motion world
Just to reach, and touch, the half notes floating
Worlds spinning orbit quicker than 9/8ths Dave
[Chorus: x8]
This a trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap (trap muzik)

Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
crashed, all cashed
She said, I'm done with looking back, and you look your age
Which is thirty-seven, by the way, and not twenty-eight

And fucking let
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
is avant. He is, he's bebop! Check this guy out.

This is 8/22/98 12:16 PM, Los Angeles, California
Boris checks in from the Czech Republic with this
stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous
I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight
stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous
I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight
me with a thirty eight, box and shells 
In a 98 Lincoln eatin' pasta shells 
Order to go, always got a box of L's 
Blow, stay on the low 
Get
A 9-8 jag with the least 4 doors
Another finery that drills off shore
Can my ride look better than yours
Can I have a bad bitch who knows how to whore
Hit
kick it on the here and there
The really head to tough but the love is there
My pops died on July 3rd, '98
So now a nigga need mad herb
'cause my pops is
kick it on the here and there
The really head to tough but the love is there
My pops died on July 3rd, '98
So now a nigga need mad herb
'cause my pops is
kick it on the here and there
The really head to tough but the love is there
My pops died on July 3rd, '98
So now a nigga need mad herb
'cause my pops is
(Vapors)
But this is the 98 version of that
Biz Mark, one of the founders of this art
Discovered evidence of this disease and documented it
Now the name
Ah-yo, can you feel it?
I know that everybody's heard of that (Vapors)
But this is the 98 version of that
Biz Mark, one of the founders of this art
tried there's a riot so flip on the news
And let's go reach the 98th here in oaktown
But let's just say for story's sake that it's in your town
light

[Verse 1]
Yo, 2/27/98 I wrote a check out
to H.W. funeral home for my little sister Christina
15 years old damn man this fuckin world is so cold
8
can't escape the tyrant
You can't relate where I've been
In '98 my problem, actin' too grown and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion through songs
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
you...Love Is 
Love... 9-8.... Firm shit....

{Nina Simone sample: "Black is the colorrrrr... of my true love's 
hair... my true love's hair... of my
feat. Killa Sin, cool G. Rap
[Inspectah Deck]
I represent myself and my own defense
Innocent by reason of no evidence
Plus they're tryin' pick
lords stackin 8 figures
Quick to pull a trigga and leave a body floatin in the river
We gorillas in this jungle collectin mad skrilla
Bankin on cheddar
doing better, D-M-X! 

Uh D-M-X
Clueminati 
9-8 
Ruff Ryder's 
Motherfucker 
y'all niggas don't know, how it's gonna go, For real (uh!) 
It's Dark
doing better, D-M-X! 

Uh D-M-X
Clueminati 
9-8 
Ruff Ryder's 
Motherfucker 
y'all niggas don't know, how it's gonna go, For real (uh!) 
It's Dark