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plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon

"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural

Billy the Mountain

Frank Zappa

The Supplement Tape

1990

this bar!

By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,

rifles
And Das EFX' mask
Red moccasins, Emerald City is my metropolis
I dust rappers
I don't give a fuck what the topic is

You can never win, you're not

The King's Alpha out to Death Row
Who you know was spazzing at Art Basel with the Trill OG
Grill by Johnny Dang boy u can't get these at Tiffany's
Who told you

figure in fashion many are
Put off by his front-row ubiquity and
Often surly behavior West clearly
Relishes his role
As a cultural lightning rod where

every morning
Felt worse than the night before
I tried to brush it off but only really made it to four
At least by then, there was probably beer bath

A Little Green Rosetta

Frank Zappa

Joe's Garage: Acts II & III

1979

And if this doesn't convince you that MUSIC
causes BIG TROUBLE...then maybe I should turn off my plastic' megaphone and
sing the last song on the album

Hit him hard, swing a left and get him gone (uh)
Pick him up, dust him off, give him so more (uh)
All my opps sick, tired, nervous, and broke

Poppin off, wavin at the world while i fly by
Takin my shot like a drive by
Cruisin out travelling to who knows when
Stoppin off pickin up all of my

Bare with me the first 8 as I shake off the rust haven't
Wrote a rhythm in eleven months got rush back
Melodies of 2012 homie Zack on the keys

Ya Slippin'

Boogie Down Productions

By All Means Necessary

1988

as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance
Guaranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance
We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost

tortured by my own god damn father
Still I rose up and smiled
Dust my clothes off and move
Sing my pain out meanwhile
I'm so caught up in the past

you do with a trend when it's worn off 
Y'all only worried about what people be like 
And a nigga change himself all because of what she like 
People

like-
Up on the floor, dance-
I wanna live in that mansion, Playboy bunny what's happenin'
Look, If I call you bae-
Na-na na-na-na
Didn't even no-

rapping is ass
Shit I don't need a courteous pass To be that rash
 I never thought the USA could BE this mad
Judging by the people that they're putting up

yeah
So here you go
Let's put you in the motherfucking know

Let's start off easy, capeesh
I'm about to make a vernacular-fucking inaugural speech
Place

off mist it fades. 
				 
Come now spirits and warm the evening       
Dance in circles and roam the woods
Come now spirits, the warmth of evening's

Down by the reservoir
By the reservoir
I Stay up late every night with my best friend
And dance in socks to dust covered albums
I lie awake every night

a windows produce command
Wires lacing up your nerves to proceed a dance with the jam (Nigga)
Uh
My Minds in 3030
Corrupt your motherboard wipe the dust off

The dirt in yr eye and when you blink
I'll float away, far from sight
Is that what you want?
To dust it off clean?
Well then, I'll see you to it

to dust with a snap
We was eager, hoping to hear y'all little raps
Y'all couldn't even give us that
Instead it was a one-two combo and then you hit the mat

at me I am so devilish
I am a monster with horns that can settle this
I am an Oni
I am a Titan
Fucking with Gaia
Hoes are irrelevant
I'll break you off