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"All protein is made by plants
I'll state that again for the record
All protein is initially made by plants
And it is not necessary to eat animal

Planet Paradise

GoldLink

The God Complex

, we pray to God
Oh, God, shout out to the squad
Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God

See, I rock GoldLink with my fur black mink
Scottsdale

getting burnt
Everybody has their day, no need to rush into the hearse
I have Gods favour
My mum kept me in Church
And karma ain't a bitch
You get the life

posing postures still smoking
On that dope shit Feezy got the eight
I got the nine we on our go shit
Tryna play me close
My young nigga's on stand by
But

Send Her Roses

Don Williams

New Moves

1986

day.
I'll send her roses, send her roses by the dozen.
I've been having me a whirl with a pretty girl,
And she told me she liked my lovin'.
(repeat last

waits for me
My rose, my Rose of Balaam
Oh Still in my heart and always will be

My rose, my Rose of Balaam
Oh some way, some day she'll bloom for me
Here

The Adventures of Greggery Peccary

Frank Zappa

Studio Tan

of greggery peccary!

Oh, here comes greggery,
Little grecgery peccary
The nocturnal gregarious
Wild swine

A peccary
Is a little pig
With a white collar
That

Laugh now, cry later as you look at the sun
If you live by the sword
You'll probably die by the gun
Laugh now, cry later
Why you hanging your head?

Now you love me not
I'm dying like these roses
Hmmm
I'm dying like these roses one by one
Hmmm
Hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm

to unite as one
That's how we stay ally, all day weaving stories
Out for the joy and old glory, pop molly on Maury
Peppy in my Makinavi, gonna keep it gully

(Flash)
Every time I'm closing my eyes, I seeing me running from pigs (Twelve)
She don't speak or don't talk, she shy, she needed something to lit (Don't

as evidence
By the baggage of honor
That it circles my ocular on my search for
Nirvana and purses for momma
And personal space
The hurdling pace and aversion

Woke up in a black porsche cayenne, ay
20 pills on the floor, feel like dying, ay
Hang up the phone, too fucked up to be fighting
She only want my

to my bed as I begin my day
Walking out the house, this morning, the sky is red
The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead
They're trying

"Where'd you go?"
10 years later and I still don't know
It's a cold, cold world. You can like it or not
Days go by, there ain't no stopping the clock
Back in

kinda wanna die and 
If I'm dying then I'm flying high up in the solar system

Watch my friends and family like damn it we must've missed him 
Don't you

seeps, you could feel the release of a soul
Passing the spot where I lost lil bro
Pay my respects as the hood rose grow
Tic Tac Toe, put a tag on his toe

foe,
Dead by ya feet, bleeding through the concrete,
As it seeps, you could feel the release of a soul,
Passing the spot where I lost lil bro,
Pay my

To discover with dread that my head was as bald
As a novice's knees
I was dying of shame
'Til a gentleman came
An illustrious barber, Pirelli by name
He

can pour up
All my woadies on the way, bout to stroll up
Drive-by ex house, middle finger up
Say hi to his momma, ay wassup
Wassup
Hol' up
Party

please take your aim at me 

Cherish the thought 
Of always having you here by my side 
Cherish the joy 
You keep bringing it into my life 
Cherish your

black
Tryna be where Garvey at
And move my people off the map
These ZIP codes where they rip holes with the longest straps
Either get arrested by the pigs

school and the fam was surprised by my grades
Went trap and the gang was surprised by my age
Her name Rose, but I got her a Daisy

Feelin' like nasty,

In the basement flat, by the garages
Where people dump their mattresses
Esther's in her kitchen, making sandwiches
The slats on her blinds are
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