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No Compute

Funkadelic

The Best of the Early Years, Vol. 1

1977

by her makeup, plus the scent was there
So I sashayed over to her and, ah, spoke of my plan
She screamed and said, "Are you asking to make love

Punk Is Dead

Crass

The Feeding of the 5000

1978

And it ain't got a thing to do with you or me.

Movements are systems and systems kill.
Movements are expressions of the public will.
Punk became

a commute
At least for now 'cause real life can fuck up your view
And real life, gon' be back all up in it soon
It ain't perfect, but all's said, what can you

shit to me
You are listening to greatness
Started writing these rhymes
In a basement
First time I rhymed 
I could taste it
I'll be making payments
By

to the show
Got some friends
Well I hope you can bring them
By the end of the night
You'll know I'm right
You need to believe me
Writing rhymes dropping songs

care
It’s all there
Everything you need 
You just got to believe what is real and I like what I see
I can give you time by the drop of a dime
Show me why

Alex Jones
Murderous tendencies move in silence like I'm a drone
I want the head of the real you I don't want to kill a clone
Springsteen bad to the bone

what road do you take
I'm on the way
Right by your side
You know that I'll always ride
For you, just me and my boo
That's just unconditional

fire, by two sticks rubbin' together
The truth is, many are too scared of new data
America Online, cut off, see you later

Yo, welcome to the new

Hear my breath (hear my) 
Hear my breath (hear my) 
I’m should be dead  
I’m should be dead (dead dead dead) 
I am Davy Jones  
Won’t find my chest

Falling in Love (Is Hard on the Knees)

The Countdown Singers

Sizzling Hot Hits

1998

libido has been
Blowing a transistor
I feel like I have been hit by a fuck
Yeah

I'm Jones' in' on love
Yeah I got the DT's
You say that we will
Bbut there

baby 

Together learning lessons only time teaches
By your side, all the time
I wouldn't mind being
Ain't no sidepieces
I want you to myself
No one else

Nobody know' how pure you are but you
I read a Quincy Jones interview this morning
He was like when you start making music for money
God walk out

sitting here crazy
Or are you driving me there
Am I yo ms daisy
Then we probably won't pair
To be honest I'm scared
I've been vulnerable here
I feel like

know that it hurts
But we all gotta go someday
Sitting here looking at the stars
Thinking bout you Tarah trying not
To question God
But on the real

E Pluribus Unum

The Last Poets

The Prime Time Rhyme of the Last Poets, Vol. 2

1996

Selfish desires are burning like fires
among those who hoard the gold
As the continue to keep the people asleep
and the truth from being told
Racism

(It's real love) It's real love, it's real love
It's real love, (it's real love) It's real love
It's real love, it's real love

Why you ask again, about

Now they acting like I got a limitless supply
Been a long time and I've heard a lot of lies
So you really think yours are gonna work this time
Talk

Cut Throat

Block

Hustlenomics

2007

the stove or two wonders with the pots (Chef boy R' Jim)
I started as a pumper on tha block, (uh huh)
Either you slang crack rock or you had that wicked

Let There Be Country

Johnny Cash

One Piece at a Time

1976

the song

No one picks like Bill Monroe and don't George Jones sing great
I can tell that the people care by the people at my gate
Webb Pierce invites

[Intro: Jim Jones]
Uh-huh, Jones, one-two, one-two
G's up, you know who I am, Jones, the struggle
New York's mine

[Jim Jones:]
Can it be it was all

to the Ceiling 
Like we on a pill or something
Aye I'm surrounded by some niggas That'll go off  That'll go off
Off shout out tru that nigga there the real

throat by a dick man
I got two three one six five man
I was there on the corner
You know what it is
I'm selling croissants
Like a fuckin' grandma
Grandma,

in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)

If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me