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Tomas. Ten-year study of cloud-to-ground lightning activity in the Iberian Peninsula. Journal of Atmospheric and Solar-Terrestrial Physics. 2005. Volume
Dunsmuir, Kohn, Woodcock. Statistical correction of a deterministic numerical weather prediction model. Journal of American Statis¬tical Association. 2001.
American
Accents by accident b
Batter babbling battlers with a
Bag of batteries
Ban these bias blaggers because
They're badly backwards b
Batty bible bashers
from the journal, the ?
The telegraph, the times
We'd like to know what you think of america
Wonderful
And what do you think of american women
Oh
Everybody wanna be American Boy
Everybody wanna be American Boy
I got the Empire State of mind
Rain on the kingdom
Why the Brits have to stick
scream
Wrote a journal that i'd never drink or smoke
Thinking all so positive and feeling so woke
It lasted till a woman said she coming to my state
to
Starting off with physics
Physics biology zoology and logic
Poetry theater and music too
And yeah you know the rest my man
HES STILL NOT AMERICAN
the CIA
Who are contributing to a major circulation American journal
We do have people who submit pieces to American journals
Do you have any people being
Santa Claus and Noah's Ark
And that their god is the best
My distaste has turned into detest
Who would read a 2000
Year old medical journal
burn for eternal
MC's delight - popcorn, we poppin every curnel
Jot us in your journal, we hot like a thermal
nuclear explosion, under my
The American dream
It’s the American dream yeah
Look at your screen and see all These things that don’t make you Happy
It’s only temporary yeah
We got American
right
Crack rock black glock kept it waist height (hey)
It hit ya mug you don't imagine what ya face like
American pie I'm tellin you guys
You want
between the concrete and the mist
Just another inner city river bliss
Uptown, soul of American century, no dispute
Our foreign coup, Malcolm gets shoot,
a stereotype for "Formal"
Since its going to be like that, go in your journal and state your at bat
We're going to run till we fill, just like the old power ball
The Catacombs Of Ur")
From the expeditionary journal of Doctor Ignatius X. Stone:
Giza, Egypt (March 17, 1890)
The heat here is damnably oppressive,
the journal
I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-hop past all your tall social hurdles
Like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex
and resolve this is what
It means to be an American
Fear creates it's own
Self-fulfilling dynamic as
People give in to it, they lose energy and
Momentum their
as neat and predictable as the laws of physics)
(As government expands, liberty contracts)
There lives a present rhetoric of an arrogant president who
they never seen a Black man
Are you American or are you African?
I say I'm African American and they say "oh"
A loss of words but I heard some of they
it
But see back then we used to battle by spinnin' on the ce-ment
You can't even absorb the rhymes I record
Or resolve the deep laws of the physics
This is where minorities are the majority
But, our economic equity is diametrically that
The landscape don't resemble the American living
We got foreign
of the physics involved
I travel to the end of the universe and beyond
Parsecs, out of range from a cellular StarTec
From the galaxy of Andromeda; I puzzle
pocket dialed verses
American Oligarch copping crocodile purses
Quantum physics wallets that politician gossip
You can’t listen rocking 80 dollar watches
believe you
My descendants come from Africa but my ancestors are Americans
Had land here way before we moved heroin
Or was slaves like Hollywood be
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