Went from the papermate to the spray paint and all the way back to the Papermate Run through the fate, excuse me Went from the papermate to the spray
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(Mr. Gene Poole) Lovin' this sound comin out to yo system I spark to get yall off to a good start. Show me some heart, walk through my hood after dark
staring over that stretch, into the horizon with my eyes and ears closed sealed with a clearcode. I'm at loss for words, but i know a lot of words for
[Slug] Tomorrow's forecast: flurries motherfucker! (..Snowman in full effect) Snowman in full effect so play the odds out 'till April The tapes will
cursin it I'm sick of it, but still grippin it and sippin it Hopin it'll dull the pain of the sight of your lips flippin' shit So here I sit, inside my atmosphere
the Seventh Street bathroom Thanks for buying our tapes, you can size me up And I hope your first born never learns how to read Sincerely Slug, Atmosphere
(It's always good to have that instrumental) - Looking forward to it - Very much so. - Looking forward to it. - Very much so. Take my hand; Take my
Yo can I get a Seven and Seven over here? Yo can I get a Cranberry Citron? A tall one? No, no, lemme get a Newcastle, a Newcastle Yo homie Had I known
(7 Summers Old Lovely Like I Told...) I Know A Lotta People But Not Many That I Trust And Outta Those I Trust Not Many I Would Touch They Say I Talk
[Chorus: Beyond (Slug)] Beyond and Slug got the shit you love So go to your tape store and pick up the dub It's the barge baby (you can touch it if you
You see, what you mistake for madness is just over acuteness of the senses. Now what came to my ears, a low dull sound such as a watch makes when wrapped
Follow me, everybody spread around, I want you all to hear this Join me, sit down, sit down I wanna tell you guys something, I got story listen I knew
Tomorrow's forecast (flurries motherfucker) snowman in full effect so play the odds out till April the tapes will grow so we can by posters and staples
Hoes and tramps buts and sluts bitches tricks tits and butts [Verse 1:] Bitches be dreamin for this eight inch demon and when you hear me screamin,
Wise men couldn't see it in their dreams But up rose the poets from the speed cleans And the weed fiends, speakings dissected Deciphered by the undernourished
[woman singing] You can hear the clock inside the ticking and tocking [x7: fading out] (man speaking) So you see sir, my deck of cards serves me as
(Get Down) Round and round, upside down Living my life underneath the ground [repeated] I never had the skills that it took to sell weed I was too generous