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Fire. 2001. Volume 10. 8. Byram. Combustion of forest fuels. Forest fire control and use. New York: McGraw-Hill, 1959. 9. Wagtendonk. Fire as a physical
I threw out the story And then the musician I'm moving to Popular Science We're opening doors Singing, "Look who's here!" Beginning to sail
town to town, until it's world renowned As I rock New York City all year 'round It's on so you can swerve when it's heard in clubs Thought patterns
town to town, until it's world renowned As I rock New York City all year 'round It's on so you can swerve when it's heard in clubs Thought patterns
the guide lines, don't be blinded by the science night life thrives, Im embracing, the bass, oportune in the space, glimmers in the chase timeline bright, in
I threw out the story And then the musician I'm moving to Popular Science We're opening doors Singing, "Look who's here!" Beginning to sail
the story And then the musician I'm moving to Popular Science We're opening doors Singing, "Look who's here!" Beginning to sail on a dime That faraway
avancer la science Dire qu'un texte de Rap ça peut choquer la France Plus rien à faire, on n'a plus de bonne résolution plus de bonne conscience Libérez
science That mean I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes That's where the fire's burnin' Try to deny a music messiah's returnin' You die
comrodery move like tight security Known to tear the club up plus the after party On the battle field catch a body With no fair warnin, my queen bee connect
of Civilization n' muzak n' the PTL club n' Ronald Reagan n' guns n' the Draft, B52's n' nuclear fission DC-10's n' cancer science fiction brain Control drugs n'
This the story of lucy in the sky with diamonds Ask her why she crying, she wanna live, she got no time for dying Was a science, dreams too big for
a telescope The track so ridiculous I can't cope In the club system boomin' Feelin' so good you can't ruin Vibes, I'm gonna make you feel 'em Bring your
a thottie (Huh?) Stomach on a gate Made a quick stop to Haji's (Yo) Walk in any club in New York with no ID Shorty think 'cause her ass fat She could line me
they say she's too noisy, atomic girl! ... atomic girl! New York - L.A. times rock & roll magazines, said we couldn't make it but here we go again
from Cleveland to LA to Cleveland to New York And then I went down to New Orleans And you're riding around with a felony four Talking too much what you
we don’t allow that 10 billion watts in lighting bolt So when I hold my wrist up science Not a New York Nigga but giant Nigga try take this chain imma
she bad to the bone Pockets on fat, just like calzone Walk in the club, Bitch eat me up Up in this bitch like a candle is lit We been turning up and up
flame So let’s do it New York influenced Ooh god damn I’m about to lose it Can’t control my zip-up bout To blow off steam we get it amped up like
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