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A 24-hour marathon session to
Create the running order
For the four sides of the album and
The edit's and cross-fades between the
Songs

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Who me

The Nigga that mixed it mastered it edit it wrote it spit it your kids spoke it

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Stick Out Ya Wrist

Nelly

XXX

2002

you know who-ooh.

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
OK, now let me see ya do it, baby.
Don't be afraid, go now.
Don't be ashamed of how ya do it, baby.
Just go

far?
The prodigal or prophetic?
I know perfection couldn't get it but my trauma has me feeling like I have to edit
Cutting corners like I'm tracing

your day, well here it is

We work, we work, we work, we work, cos we gotta get that pay
We always leave the radio on, but they never play a song that we

That's What's Up

50 Cent

Guess Who's Back?

2002

Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids 
I'm blowin on damn haze 
All of a sudden I'm gased, cause I'm on the radio and I can't wait

changes, can't get you off of my brain
I've been talking to strangers, calling them by your name

These niggas tripping like it's old news
Move quick through

Fee fi foe fum (radio edit) by: Mr. Sho'Nuff

Fee fi foe fum
Atlanta is the city A U G is where I'm from
Fee fi foe fum
I don't want no problems, but

and out
Your money ain't loud enough
Homie my radio, drown it out
I sell a model a dream
Before she go to sleep
And free forks for 50 cents
Before they go

in the work, and leave it all behind before I'm dead 
And who knows when that may be 
Only God does, but I'll tell you what 
Sick and tired of clocking

under the pit
So it's musty and the pistol sittin' comfy
I put my right hand up to God
My first drive-by was on the
Two pegs of a honkey
We was teenagers,

Rage

Mystik Journeymen

The Black Sands ov Eternia

1999

the house structure
Like Empire State, the power will surely crush you 
As a pun on a radio edit, or nasty soda
I'm colder in the heart when the camel back

wanna work for bags of profit wanna get cash from daddy
Switched on a broke man sadly
I can't whip this Camry calmly
Driving it like a Ferrari
Still in

listening to radio stars
On the way to edit the receipts of foreign wars
Itemising the profits of basically slave labour
For a salary itself hundreds of times

I'm remixing Nelly, it's hot in here
And we know where you stay
Got the drop in here
And I'm living so honest, I'm not in fear
And I'm changing

the harmonica
The navigator always gets killed by
A bad space person
Uh oh - the radio is broken
It don't work anymore the radio is broken
It don't work anymore

with this lens

She said
Let me edit it
Where do I begin
Lets hope this works
Add some filler, I need more lips
Make it bigger, I need more hips
But I

drip drip
Foes don't like me
They the smell
I'm the shit
This malicious wit inherited by bright immigrants
Hence making this dark chocolate chip Edison

on sleeve
He's all hurt
He's all art
He's won't speak
It decorates his arms
My girl she's all work
She's no sleep
She's all hurt
She's all art
She

to send a video, I don't edit my pics
I work for it, I'm on my shit
And when I'm walking by, yeah, I know the truth is

He wanna know how she get that

You've seen it on the news
You see it in the papers
All the same headlines
Over radio stations
You've seen it on the news
You see it in the papers

Cut It Out

Nelly

Party People [Maxi Single]

2008

P.I. Yeah, aye, wussup 'cause, it's going down
East side yeah, your boy sean p, nelly, pimp see, aye

my paint too wet bitch, never pay my set bitch