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JOSS (acronym for JOHNNIAC Open Shop System) was one of the first interactive, time-sharing programming languages. It pioneered many features that would become common in languages from the 1960s into the 1980s, including use of line numbers as both editing instructions and targets for branches, statements predicated by boolean decisions, and a built-in source-code editor that can perform instructions in direct or immediate mode, what they termed a conversational user interface. JOSS was initially implemented on the JOHNNIAC machine at RAND Corporation and put online in 1963. It proved very popular, and the users quickly bogged the machine down. By 1964, a replacement was sought with higher performance. JOHNNIAC was retired in 1966 and replaced by a PDP-6, whi… more »

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(Yeah, uh how much a dollar cost? Yeah, how much a dollar cost?)
(Aye, aye what the f*ck are you doing, bro?)
(I'm making a soulful ass track, boy f*ck you mean)
(Okay well first off, the song you're singing already exists, and secondly, f*ck the soulful shit, you gotta hit 'em with The hard shit) 
(The hard shit?)
(Yea, bro the hard shit)
(You know what? I can tell you're confused, okay, lemme, lemme give you an example)

I'm a rap devil on some demonology shit 
The best thing about my flow is that it's polished and lit 
Karma's a bitch, got some bad news like a Stephanopoulos bit
Why you looking like you shop at Neiman Marcus and shut, huh?
I can't afford that shit
You got a bad idea? 
You best abort that shit 
You got the good stuff? 
I'll extort that shit 
I got the bangers
I'll export that shit 
Some weak ass rap
I don't support that shit 
Nah, that ain't in my resume 
Every single bar across the land, it resonates 
Looking for a shot? Look at me, I don't hesitate
I don't care about collateral, bitch I never aim 
But when it comes to rap, best believe that I aim to kill 
So cold-hearted, I guess you could say that I'm ill
I'm so sick, like I'm tripping off of my pills 
These rappers give me a headache I need some advil
Please give it to me quick, uh 
I'm so done about to quit, uh 
Don't know what this is, but I'm bout to be pissed, 'cause your music is shit, but you're still making hits, 'cause your Fanbase commits, uh 
Aye, aye, and it don't make sense
I got OdB in my OP genes
Everybody tryna be sick like me 
I guess you could say that I influenzed-ya 
I'm so sick like an influenza 
Uh, and the bars keep coming 
This is a stick up, better keep the car running 
Better keep the car running, this beat is so phat, like it was fucking lard chugging 

Ya better not play with me, ya better not play with me, ya better not play with me 
(Cause you're not in my league, or even my pedigree) 
Ya better not play with me, ya better not play with me, ya better not play with me 
(Cause you're not in my league or even my pedigree)

Been a long time since the last time I ghost ride and it wasn't even my ride, check this dope rhyme
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm fixing to bury you like I was Undertaker, he lives in LT, yea he's my neighbor
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
I came a long way but I still need some haters, so I can push myself to say "see ya later"
(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
You better not play with me
It's so plain to see
That I'm amazingly un-lackadasically  
And you're a raisin, b 
Tryna be nationwide like Brad Paisley 

Ya better not play with me
Ya better not play with me
Ya better not play with me
Ya better not play with me
Ya better not play with me
Ya better not play with me
Ya better not play with me
'Cause you're not in my league or even my pedigree, go 

Tryna f*ck with me, you'll be leaving in EMT's 
With a pair of broken teeth, that'll be a high fee, while I be sipping out my Hi-C
You could never have my skills even if there was an IV
I wouldn't give it to you even if you asked kindly 
That's just not how it works 
I need some money, anybody need a verse?
Man, you can go first 
I don't give a f*ck if you're stuck in a rut, cause these cops are corrupt and I'm looking for a slut who can bust my Nut
I'm dressed in all black, 'cause I buried this beat 
Quinn don't f*ck with girls like he's married to be 
If I let you on the track, it's a charity scene 
You bout to smoke a bowl? I'll take care of the greens 
If you just started fucking with me, damn it's about time 
All of ya'll are at sea level, while I'm on cloud 9
You say that you got the best skills, but bitch you doubt mine 
Imma sample all of the hate and make it a soundbite 
I travel at the speed of light
Pye killed his hard drive 
Fucking with me, take your life
Coming with me for the ride 
We headed for 8 mile
We went through the same trial 
We don't have the same style, nah, nah 
We went through the same trial 
We don't have the same style, nah, nah, nah
I'm a white rapper just trying to figure it out 
I haven't reach black crowds
Tryna get mad clout 
I came with the mad sound 
I'm dicking your dad down
I don't need a background 
When I perform in yo town, uh 
Got everybody coming like the ultimate showdown 
I'm winning the race why would you want me to slow down?
Uh, that's inconsiderate
You don't get my bars, then you're straight illiterate
Don't got no cash, but look at the flick of the wrist 
You can see it more when I'm fisting inside of yo bitch 
Yuh, the Free Mindstate artwork's like a comic
I'm too young to drink but I could go for a chronic
You should really make like the Supersonics
And never play again 'cause I'm too iconic 

Ya better not play with me, ya better not play with me, ya better not play with me 
(Cause you're not in my league, or even my pedigree, uh) 
Ya better not play with me, ya better not play with me, ya better not play with me 
(Cause you're not in my league or even my pedigree, uh)

How's that for hard shit, bruh?

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