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nohamcmp: Ted's Dead

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Swain Sways on Swain Days. They be saying Ted’s DEAD. Ted’s dead, Ted’s dead, Ted’s dead, Ted’s dead, Ted’s dead, Ted’s dead'. They be easily Miss Led. If Ted had enemys, they fled. Yo I never said. He comes alive when you’ve gone to bed. Bed Ted owns the game. Now we be dropping on you like lead. Ted was underground like a mole. The perfectly moulded emcee Cold's soldier. Now he’s come around with the cold shoulder. Time told Ted it’s time to speak over the weaker. Sick lyrics spat over civilians).

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nohamcmp: The Beautiful Black Orchid

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Swain Sways on Swain Days. The Beautiful Black Orchid. If a man walked though a garden in a dream, and had a black orchid presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that black orchid in his hand when he awoke. ah but, what then? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to my shows I'm ya host. I'm poppin' up like toast. Holding her shit down in NYC. I'm rolling with the O.Z's In the QP's, puffing on trees. Everyone's too serious these days. The Art of Phil Howe.

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nohamcmp: Nothing but Upholstery

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Swain Sways on Swain Days. When I was three. Zippy was on TV. He got a hold of me. He took contol of me. But now he be nothing but upholstery. I put too many holes in he. Zippin' up what had already been zipped. The Guinness had already been sipped. Stepping on my ted. Sick lyrics spat over civilians. Slip being my new name. Yo I changed it from Swain. BT's be reigning over the game. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to my shows I'm ya host. I'm poppin' up like toast. I said chronic hysteresis.

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nohamcmp: Looming

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Swain Sways on Swain Days. Something’s looming. skulking, bent splendidly skuppering in maddened shadows of wondering spread meadows, pondering and keeping them guessing. A sessions undressing soon. but not yet. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to my shows I'm ya host. I'm poppin' up like toast. Holding her shit down in NYC. I'm rolling with the O.Z's In the QP's, puffing on trees. Everyone's too serious these days. TinTin and Snowy at Bluebell. But the moment has been prepared for.

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nohamcmp: Time don't tick

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Swain Sways on Swain Days. Time exists outside of linear conceptions. It neither flows nor does it pass. It simply exists, as an all encompassing state our hubris cannot allow us to understand, since we are in it, not outside it. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to my shows I'm ya host. I'm poppin' up like toast. Holding her shit down in NYC. I'm rolling with the O.Z's In the QP's, puffing on trees. Everyone's too serious these days. TinTin and Snowy at Bluebell. I said chronic hysteresis.

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nohamcmp: High Trousers

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Swain Sways on Swain Days. I got on my high trousers;. They be kind a climbing. When I put them on I couldn’t stop rhyming. So I put them in the washing machine and it undid the lining. I was losing time when. I decided to dye them. Am I still climbing? Uh huh Uh huh u huh. I sighed when I tied them. In the mirror I resided in them. Took them off with a slide. Tried them on again. Too tight around the thigh. Uh huh Uh huh u huh. Yo I like my high trousers. The be kinda cool. I like my high braces.

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nohamcmp: Feel Jah / Miranda

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Swain Sways on Swain Days. Feel Jah / Miranda. As long as they love Jah. We are linked as children in a circle dancing. As long as they know Jah. Down our wasted cheeks tears of joy run. We love the running. To remember our changing garden. Live as long as they love Jah. As the high green hill sits always by the sea. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to my shows I'm ya host. I'm poppin' up like toast. Holding her shit down in NYC. I'm rolling with the O.Z's In the QP's, puffing on trees.

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nohamcmp: When Iced Cats Sing

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Swain Sways on Swain Days. When Iced Cats Sing. There's a kind of iced-cats thing. A running stream seen. Let me explain what I'm spraffing. Why I mean what I'm rapping. If that spring is catsing. Then a tree planted near by. Even as a sapling. In fact when cats sing. You could find catsing attracting. Until then I be relaxing. Till the cats come singing in. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to my shows I'm ya host. I'm poppin' up like toast. Holding her shit down in NYC. The Art of Phil Howe.

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nohamcmp: Hine Hine with us

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Swain Sways on Swain Days. Hine Hine with us. One of us = many of us. Underestimate one of us. You'll see plenty of us . Welcome abroad the climbing bus. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to my shows I'm ya host. I'm poppin' up like toast. Holding her shit down in NYC. I'm rolling with the O.Z's In the QP's, puffing on trees. Everyone's too serious these days. TinTin and Snowy at Bluebell. But the moment has been prepared for. Dram Fel-Fotch Ecktoska Happen-bar Blathereen. The Art of Phil Howe.