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Interlude #2
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Interlude #1
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Interlude #3
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Interlude #4
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Pitty Party People
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Untitled
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Nothing But Sunshine
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We Ain't Fessin
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Rainmen
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Divine Disappointment
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It's Them
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Martyr Theme Song
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Propaganda (Intro)
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Bright Moments
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Simulated Snow
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Holy Shit!
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Human Races The Tortoise
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Meditations
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My Little Habit
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savior ?
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Pity Party People
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We Ain't Fessin' (Double Quotes)
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Alias - Divine Disappointment
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We Aint Fessin
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Savior
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pedestrian - jane 2: electric boogaloo
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Holy shit
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Props 2000
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Sole - Dear Elpee
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The Unstrung Harp
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alias - watching water
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why? - cold lunch
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We Ain't Fessin'
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Sole, Slug And Eyedea - Savior
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Themselves - Dark Sky Demo
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jel - nice last
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deep puddle dynamics - d. mothers of invention
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Sole - Shoot The Messenger
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restiform bodies - sippy cup
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Sole - Bottle of Humans
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Sixtoo - Detrament's Lament
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passage - poem to the hospital
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Propaganda
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passage - the unstrung harp
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Watching Water (Alias)
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sage francis - crack pipes
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odd nosdam - wig 21
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Cold Lunch (Albert Brown Mortuary Dumpster Dive Remix)
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Youll Know Where Your Plane Is (Why)
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pedestrian - the toss & turn
(Chorus)
I've been so many places
In my life and time
Yes, I've sung a lot of songs
I've made some bad rhymes
Top of the world
Yet I aint never left my head to turn and look back
Every second page is anthem
Perfected writ mood
In the perfect world I set the perfect mood
And in perverted abodes, I claim rogue
Enflame clothes and sing songs of underdepression love
Chemical imbalanceship, paranoia
My scientist fiction, I kick space raps that's down to Earth and
The kids that get dubs are the only ones that wanna listen
My words are my world, believe it or not they mean a lot to some
Can't say that I'm ahead of time, I fear that my time will never come
Can't exist outside the bottle, you'll crack under pressure
No aggression, why they've got to learn,
if they don't things won't get any better
Listenin' to God burn objects of animal animating
in a still life picture of the La Brea tar pit
Walking the surface of my red carpet
These are distress signals spanning you and I
Inversatile if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization
A galaxy called integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats and never cess
So, um, you can walk the streets until the building no longer remains
My people are my people, comrades, and allies, the lines are drawn
This is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong
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