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Tibetan Freedom Concert (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Collection of Chinese Music: Tibetan Music (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Studies of Tom Ze: Explaining Things So I Can Confuse You (Tom Zé) · Battle Studies (John Mayer) · Strange Bird/Sunset Studies (Augie March) · Battle Studies (John Mayer) · Field Studies (Quasi) · Sunset Studies [Bonus Track] (Augie March) · Battle Studies [Expanded Edition] (John Mayer) · Social Studies (Body Language) – and 90 other albums »


Not yet masked by the hard lines of a woman's
Struggle to survive

Hard bargains going down
When you're living on the Tibetan side of town

Big
le soleil se couche I
Lie me down I lay
With Your body under the
Honeysun
Suckled lovewing mine
You were
I was not yet dressed Tibetan red
whores like Mary Magdalan
The Hologram plans his incision
Apparition of Tibetan black magicians
My compositions will turn men into slaves
Holographic
all by and by and all through and through,
This is the only thing that comes back to you,
How you banged her on a cannon in a World War Two park in
nine

I've got a blue-and-red Adidas bag and a humongous binder
I'm trying my best not to look like a minor niner
I went out for the football team
A swollen tongue, a plastic gun
Red burn from an orange sun
These oil rigs will crack and run
These palm trees will be chopped to a stump

I've
Clear The Plates
Dish Washed Home By Eight
Mouth Full Sisters Date

Fathers On The Floor
Just Broke His Leg
Into The Den

What Did You See There
Taco
nine

I've got a blue-and-red Adidas bag and a humongous binder
I'm trying my best not to look like a minor niner
I went out for the football team
nine

I've got a blue-and-red Adidas bag and a humongous binder
I'm trying my best not to look like a minor niner
I went out for the football team
they actin standoffish
? by hand like canned raw crawfish
Can you please pass the cocktail sauce?
You might as well know, hell is hot as hell boss
what am I supposed to do
When the topic is red or blue
And you understand that I ain't
But know I'm accustomed to
Just a couple that look for trouble
carried out by
Who am I? the mc!
No doubt, predicting far ahead what will set the party off immensely
With plenty of who? the mc!
Trained at rooftop,
Doin' a study like he's doctor leakey
Just to learn about love

But I want to learn about love
Yeah I want to learn about love
Yeah I want to learn
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
Capture this funakthon loaded by the Mecca Don
Into the red zone, you spot my skull and crossbone alone
To fill the Watergates, slaughter great,
A motherless child , you were torn from your home

By decree of the county affairs

Good Christians, they gave you a lily-white dress

And shorn back that Indian
older G's
She say she love me, but I know she play for keeps
Slip a black snake in a nigga's sheets
Bought a bitch a hundred acres, all red roses
Half you
forever
I paint the town red, with many heads are severed
Are-A-W, I still bring trouble to
Throw your raps in the sleephold, quick to snuggle you
Dart heat
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor

Hit me on the celly, watching Belly
God's son, I can see they study Makaveli
Peanut
they actin standoffish
? by hand like canned raw crawfish
Can you please pass the cocktail sauce?
You might as well know, hell is hot as hell boss
just to study my technique
I make the best darn waffles this world has ever seen

I'm the Waffle King (Waffle King)... yeah
Waffle King (Waffle King)
under pressure
Thou perceives a slaughter suspension
Bridge over troubled water drown, sound study intensive
My square drops two erasing lines like tetris
to Catholic school
And study under nuns and then I'll be a Catholic fool
Cause none of these cults want none of us up
and don't none want to see none of us live
that the green black and red
Too strong to con-trol, they study what I said

Dig it - my name is 'Riq, and when I'm on the mic
I'm known to spit
and get some head by the side road
She asked him to autograph her derriere
It read

“To Wide Load
This yard bird taste like fried toad Turd
Love