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Are We Feeling Comfortable Yet?

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Welcome, dear listener Are you comfortable? Put your feet up, close your eyes, let your senses dull Float like a beachball Wearing cordless 'phones Let the tide take you, groove to the mellow tones. Groovy Who switched the into? Ah, but I digress Do you ever get that feeling you 'not so fresh'? Do you hang out nights at the launderette? Dreaming of the cure for stubborn stains? Wanna climb into the big machine? Wonder how it feels getting really clean? I know you know more than What you're coming clean for God is skin on mohair Just admit you itch there Shift to the left, shift to the right Fidget, lock knees, cough cough Fidget, don't scratch, don't break out in a sweat Are we feeling comfortable yet? I know you know more than What you're coming clean for God is skin on mohair Just admit you itch there Ever sweat bullets At the sight of blood? Ever drag a half-ton cross through spit and mud? Wouldn't want to plan too far ahead Wouldn't want to dwell on what's beyond Pondering death is a dirty biz Makes you wonder when your appointment is Shift to the left, shift to the right Fidget, lock knees, cough cough Fidget, don't scratch, don't break out in a sweat Are we feeling comfortable yet? Loosen your tie, loosen your belt Clear your throat, fidget, cough cough Fidget, don't scratch, don't break out in a sweat Are we feeling comfortable yet? Fidget to the left, fidget to the right Lock knees, cough cough Fidget don't scratch, don't break out in a sweat Are we feeling comfortable yet?

ZZZ Top

AESOP ROCK "Skelethon"
Somebody in a cultivated moment of distress Composed himself to artfully carve Zoso in his desk They was probably thinking fuck you fuck you fuck you in they head With a hell bound arm and a acidy wash Homemade curfew a thousand o'clock And a pot leaf tattoo his friend did drunk Like a badge of mystique that technically sucked Taking the name of the father in vain On the way to the blade in his locker, it's strange A switch he lifted from a siblings skivvy drawer Who branched off into ninja stars And never knew his shit was sharp To here with a higher purpose And a prime alert to juvenile beserkers Like kush Van Morrison an Arcade Drop Floor Down to the valley time for miss Ahkmar, watch Capital Z (ed), slowly maneuver the O S is the most difficult to control Finally O Into the eye of Goliath you goes That levee crushing percussion Will pull the monkey up right Twelve or ghetto blaster Blacken her technicolor telecaster Lecture at a faster rate The class was making them develop backwards It would appear you spelled out all the answers Somebody in a cultivated moment of distrust, composed themselves enough to magic-marker "Zulu" on these chucks, they was tryin to do the buckle font from 'renegades of funk', in a 3d frame of exploding brick, and whiz-lines for the locally motion sick, beyond gross but evoked a host of "oh dip" where a social neurosis owned the whole strip, heart of a cat with a lark in his mouth in the marrow of waiting his guardians out, flashlight, chisel tips, milked venom, pistol grip, images relocated from milled vellum to scissor kick, silent agreement at hand, king of the hill for a queen of the damned, she in the doorway seething began "that clean white pair had a 3-year planl", oops, capital "zed", radical "u" in the cut, truly to beautiful "l"oser it up, and he done, collateral damage a future alum, that key to Shambala, planet rocking, Bambaatta, sample chop, churning out a cancer for the vandal squad, analog, and he finds, animated colors on a page, like synthesized cultures on a stage Somebody in a cultivated moment of resolve, composed themselves enough to publicize "the Zeros" in this stall, they was scoping every dog and pony previously scrawled, with a festering hate for the gum drop edge, 'disco sucks' tee, punk's not dead, but a transient teen unsung godsend, via 3 bar chords and a mugshot grin, cheese, sign of a runaway tone in the face of authority thumbing nose, cutting it's teeth Pretzled up in special order vinyl, and birds that dip their belts in little metal porcupine quills, 2 dutch at a show in the front, low-key to the can for a smoke and a fuck, Trixie, fixing her lipstick up, when his mitts got bit by the mischief bug, snatchl, capital "zed", terrible "e" in vermillion red, gimme an "0" and a slippery "s", over a web of the shittiest bands, that beat your heart out, never bleeped your favorite parts out from a learned curve, of bird fingers bursting out of germs burns, urgently, offered through the circuits ofan earlier plot, I'll see you at the When they ask how you, feeling you, tell em you, feeling like, something important died screaming, you, tell em you, feeling like, something even more important arrived breathing, something you should probably try feeding When they as how you, living you, tell em you, living like, something important died hissing, you, tell em you, living like, something even more important arrived giving, something you should probably try willing

Mortify

Incubus (Brazil) "Beyond The Unknown"
[Lyrics: Francis, Moyses/Music:Francis] Alone in their destination Wandering thru this violent life A part of all misconseption from their past And now thrown out to the street to rot Painful screams never heard Hung on the wings of death Germs are what they seem For the rich they have no need Left in the cold in crucial places Feeling the horrors of real life Places to places, no where to go Agonizing pain and no one seems to care Trying to revive'em for a higher place But no one seems to give any support They hear their torment call Disarmen from an endless war Aimed by all kinds of poverty Vagabonds you will find in all types of societies Resting in thew underground of this materialistic inferno [Chorus:] Mortify In hostility of human injustice They are living in a world of darkness In which the light seems far away [Lead] No justice Blamed for someone else's deeds Humiliation Because they are poor Treated harshly [Lead] Is this what they call the advancement of mankind Why men want to rule the space While they can't even solve the problems of the earth So much said, but so little done Blinded and devoured by our greed Facing all the worries of our minds We can't feel what is happening in the world around us Turbulence is the reasons which we all must face Crossing the line of stupidity and discrimination Is one of the reasons which makes us ignore The actual state of the moribund Breaking down their hope to pieces Destitution increases infront of their own miserable lives [Repeat chorus] [Lead] Days passed Injured ones dying fast Marsh temperatures The whips of cold winds Are frosting their bodies on the attack Feeling the rigor mortis stage alive Reaching to the ultimate muscular paralysis [Lead]

Snapshot Memories

JUST JACK "The Outer Marker"
[Part I] Well I'm a secret lemonade drinker a free thinker I stay focused but not blinkered And these snapshot memories in my mind Legacies from another time And I find That as the days pass the colours fade But the images remain [Part II] Grazed knees, page three's BMX, Atari's Dayglo, Velcro Yoyo's, Beano's Hip hop, don't stop Starwars figures, football stickers Cola bottles, Jerry Cottles Fat laces, dirty faces Kiss chases, Wacky Races Herbie Hancock, Kurtis Blow Roxanne Shanté, UFO Hip hop Don't stop [Part III] Everything's in slow motion Hands in the air Sweat flying everywhere But we don't care Well you could try to fight the feeling But I can't see the use There's so much love in this room And yes its all drug induced Can't remember who I am Or what I'm doing here But at the same time In my mind Everything is clear No fear and no drama It's all good karma And I never can forget The night before the morning after [CHORUS] Sun up to sun down Come up to come down Just waiting for Friday to come around Sun rise to sun set How high can we get Monday morning and none of us have slept yet Well there's more to life than this Of that I'm fully aware But there's nothing more intense Than crazy nights we shared We got bass for the body Chemicals for the head Every day lives Were like a skin we shed Well you could try to fight the feeling But I can't see the use There's so much love in this room Of that we're living proof You could try to fight the feeling But I can't see the use It's a shame that in the end It was all drug induced [CHORUS x2] [Part IV] Even as I watch you All the rest seems to disappear You pull me in with your tractor beams And wrap me up in your wicked schemes My Sunday morning eyes observe Your Cadbury's skin uncurve And in tronic patterned Venetian light You moonwalk to the bathroom Well you move across my space without friction You're so unbelievable you must be fiction Or perhaps a premonition But as I listen I hear your footfall softly And all my troubles fall away from me So easily But so slowly [Part V] All these memories in my mind I'm still a secret lemonade drinker

As Usual

ALEXZ JOHNSON "The Basement Recordings II"
First there was a road, was a brick road painted yellow looks the same but not as new Skipping over chalk when we walk to find a way to keep themselves away from you All the girls and the boys find a way here to play but the games all turn out to be tragedies Looking for directions, keeping my intentions, knowing you're ok but not with me Driving in your car going far feeling wind in my hair it's a mess but you just don't care Testing for a vibe when you try to create some magic in this stale air Meetings, feelings, greeting, every person who has felt that way Searching for your place, for a name, in the waste of the city, lighting up this place Ya ya ya ya ya Everything's as usual I'm where I've never been I'm where I've never been Then there was a babe, was a tall babe smoking on a fag in his mother's living room Hoping that she'd catch him, steal it and detach him, he wanted to be seen through his faces mood Sheri's got a Caity, she was just a baby shouting out to the world "look what I can do!" Looking for reactions, getting satisfaction, kids in the hall are in broken shoes We're fine, we're fine, not blind who's got the cash spend it fast before they do Put your dirty deeds in the back seat, making sure you look sweet, never let them see through you Feeling kind of easy, moving when they need me, talking to my feelings, thoughts and dealing Looking in the past, I react moving fast lighting spit fire's in the streets for you Ya ya ya ya ya Everything's as usual I'm where I've never been I'm where I've never been I never wanted to be I never wanted to change Now can you take it all away I'm not far from paranoid Driving in your car going far feeling wind in my hair it's a mess but you just don't care Testing for a vibe when you try to create some magic in this stale air Meetings, feelings, greeting, every person who has felt that way Searching for your place, for a name, in the waste of the city, lighting up this place

Roc Boys (And The Winner Is...)

JAY-Z "American Gangster"
And the winner is Hov...my man? SPEECH! First of all I wan' thank my connect The most important person with all due respect Thanks for to duffle bag, the brown paper bag The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash Boys in blue who put greed before the badge The first pusher whoever made the stash The Roc Boys in the building tonight Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life Thanks to the lames, niggas bad aim Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game Bullet wounds will stop your bafoonery Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy To Lil Kim and them, you know the women friend Who, carry the work cross state for a gentlemen Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers And most importantly you, the customer [Chorus: Jay-Z (Kanye West)] The Roc Boys in the building tonight Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life You don't even gotta bring ya paper out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou-, hou-) The Roc Boys in the building tonight Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou-, hou-) (We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY) Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore Take what the Forbes figure, then figure more Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw Pick a time, lets pick apart some stores Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours I figure frauds never hit a lick before So they don't know the feeling when them things get across Put ya hand out the window, feel the force Feel the Porsche, hit the frost Ice cold, jewels got no flaws Drop got no top, you on the top floor Pink Rosay, think OJ I get away with murder when I sling yay Niggas got less steps then Britney That means it ain't stepped on, dig me? [Chorus (with overlapping 3rd verse towards end)] Red Porsches, rare portraits Red glocks if you dare come near the fortress This apple sauce is from the apple orchid This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses Which means I get it from the ground Which means you get it when I'm around Rich niggas, black bar mitzvahs Mazel tav, it's a celebration bitches, la heim I wish for you a hundred years of success but it's my time Cheers, toast to crime Number one b-boy, chain nigga rhyme [Chorus x3] Sweet, let that ride out! Bring the horns back in, yeah This is black super hero music right here baby American Gangsta Taking flight, coming to a town near you Soon as I touch down I just want ya'll to start playing the horns like... Hovies home...Lukey baby Hahahahaha...ow!

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