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the booth
Pro tools crashed, furniture creaking
Speakers' cone cracked
Mixers faders moving by itself
Cables tangled, interface bypassed I mean
Short

ground maneuver is essentially
You challenge somebody to be a
Better version of themself
Sort of the Jesus method, right?
You know, it's not telling you,

They say, why you in the booth
Cuz back in school
You ain't drill enough
Clutching tools, breaking rules
Took my brother, turned that killa up
Try

C'est la meilleure version de nous, en petit format

Femmes! Seul, moyen d'transport hors pair
Souffle de vie! Que nous donnent nos mères
Femmes! Seul,

the chainsaw is an incredibly useful and versatile tool that has revolutionized the way we cut down trees, clear land, and perform many other tasks. But have you

Let me show you my path towards
Figuring out the user interface
It's important that you know how I
Got there so that you
Can have some trust that

Keep it clean, let it all breathe
Composition good, that's nothin' to me
Interface easy to click through it
Mediocre scream "Matt we miss you"
Can't help

You know what it do, me and you we're not the same homey
Always grip the tools, fire off and they go bang homey
We're not the same homey

I keep them

Passengers evacuate you have to weigh the versions
Murky certains concerning the bleeding cursive
Versus the interface related to the service
Knee scraped

works is a personal one, uncountable ways
To arrive at the destination are possible
Some are now only available as subscriptions

Avid's Pro Tools will

Of things, that become
Like compartmentalized
Like crystallized environments for you to
Create i don't know, micro-versions of
Yourself, or subversions

No System for Love

Beth Nielsen Chapman

Beth Nielsen Chapman

1990

Fingers press the keys for interface
The printer taps the words across the page
We have gotten men upon the moon
And babies from a spoon
In this

a greater purpose
Shit still when it get real
You just gotta know it’s gon be worth it
Stay tough when shit get ill
Back packs wit da work in it
Interface

sense saved me some time now 
I may roam at home
Makin' money is old news
I look into Pro tools 
Now that is the pro tool to be rich
What it feel like

the talking I be sending you to hell 	
And bring your friends we link up then we do the interface
You got all these big guns but you don't know how to aim
Gotta

grab my tool
I'm ready to pop
Whats the rules
When its time to get dollars
Make yo moves
And don't be hollering
Like them shoes
Dont even go rob for em

version of bout all her things
Desperate in her efforts left her so exposed
But my curiosity is peaked is suppose

Let's see
The girl's the owner
Got it for

lives
Each containing their own version 
Of the cosmic chain, cosmic threads
Like hair caught in an endless drain
Like eternity in an hourglass
Sands

tableau Monalisa
Ma DA te convient pas
La Version Beta est trop deep
Tout mon drip je le glisse dans mes rimes, hun
Je mise tout mon style sur l'interface

again, apply pressure
If I am program, mine eras in a ram I mean one could be number of outcomes
The repress, interface observed (Frail) reoccurs,

apply pressure
If I am pro gram, mine eras in a ram I mean one could be number of outcomes
The repress, interface observed (Frail) reoccurs, triggers,

the tailor

It is one of the finest intonated instruments I've ever had in my hands
Currently I'm playing it plugged into my mic interface, running through

Welcome to the Hyper Force Defense System Version 2.0
Initiating system diagnostics
Stand by
System check progression: 
Core integrity: 25%
Tactical

you get here? Ooh

How the hell did I get here?
Sometimes I sit and I wonder
I'm the version of me I always imagined when I was younger
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