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Dirty Epic

Underworld

Dubnobasswithmyheadman

1993

Sweet in winter sweet in rain 
Shake well before use she said
You never touch me anymore this way
Connector in
Receiver out
You let me in

Sweet in winter, sweet in rain
"Shake well before use," she said
You never touch me anymore this way
Connector in, receiver out
You let me in

Everything about my life has always been this way
Me in the middle of two, connector
That's who I am, so it makes sense that that's what I do
I build

Riding so far so I connect with
Entities out of the space, saying
We are just a fluorescent dream
But we're not just a connector
Maybe we are

ZZZ Top

Aesop Rock

Skelethon

you in they head
With a hell bound arm and a acidy wash
Homemade curfew a thousand o'clock
And a pot leaf tattoo his friend did drunk
Like a badge

Evil Deeds

RZA

Chamber Music

2009

the Good Year blimp
Hollow heads is sterilized in paroxide, waiting for you
Faggot niggas to jump off, your bullshit throne
So I can offer you a tummy

It's a cruel trick 
The beat you play on the vellums of my soul 
I'm going crazy 
Holding on to what I cannot hold
Yeah, I'm free falling from my

you're the author
Crossing out the lines that beg to keep me alive

I'm not made of paper and pen
You believe it's all in your head
This book just won't

you're the author
Crossing out the lines that beg to keep me alive

I'm not made of paper and pen
You believe it's all in your head
This book just won't

you're the author
Crossing out the lines that beg to keep me alive

I'm not made of paper and pen
You believe it's all in your head
This book just won't

to have a key

I keep walking, past the criminal offenses
A group imbeciles battering a foreigner but no
Consequences, I don't have pink glasses on my head

I'll pour cereal in the centrifuge
Then get to tyin' vellum into pretzel loops
The right timing makes everything a breakfast food
I'm eye spying

the laws of reality
I bill a bitch p.p.o. after some head like I'm filling in cavity
I grab the mic blast radiance over the darkening skies of calamity
I

Milton

C.W. McCall

C.W. McCall and Co.

1979

Milton was o-fficial tour director,
Electrical piano-playin' plug connector
An' the slave-drivin'-est travel conductor
That we ever seen in our lives
He'd

Emerge

Bottom feeder 
Rotting in your shell
Lost at sea in your head
Crawling in your hell

Write and erase the page
Pale vellum 
And your withering skin

king on the jet going to
Russia to go see Svetla
Hope they don't check us at
The customs and the connectors or whatever
Hope they don't check us

No longer talk those who haven't done enough 
My expenses are expensive gotta run it up 
Still fly hit the club we gon run a muck 
Crown on my head

[Relive Reactions]
Who are you? Are you the collection of thoughts? The connector of dots?
What everybody else says? All the lies and confusion,

all her nectar
If she a dub then my hand gone deflect her
Don't get the point I'll wait like connectors
Old heads wanna be 50 with the Power
Young boys

write just to shit on your heads
Fuck around with my dick and piss on your mouths
My mother tonge is the realist so I try not to vandalize it
Asking for

And with the presence of your demons, got my head in the clouds
I ain’t fond of all your choices but I’m missing your smile
And I done heard about ya granny,

you got a overbite my future bright but I ain get here overnight

Took connector flights a few layovers y'all can't fuck wit me it ain't cuz bae over I

an excerpt
Need to stretch 1st
Coming in head 1st
Diving in the pussy before rec make my neck hurt
No pressure when it comes to making records
Man it's dark in

alleys and haunted streets
He's not fooled by kids in bedsheets
The cold steel, a stiff drink
Are all he needs to clear his head and think

He's a specter