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Arty Rambo: Article 1
02:10
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I was born under a blue moon next to a black cat in my parents house
In a small town suburb just north of New Orleans
Ma and pa did their best to raise me
I guess I just grew up mean
When electrocution fills my brain It tastes like kerosene
Ever since i was 13
They would hook me up to that machine
Said close your eyes and count to three
It will all be over soon Arty
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Article 9
02:22
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Back to Christmas in Hempstead with grass too green for this time of year
Back to the spitting pissing car tires and dirty street water
I can't remember the last thing I saw to her
Good to see you to maybe?
I'm always a little nervous with those types of things and I couldn't tell you why
Just thinking of something to say
The sky is grey it should be snowing
I heard someone say that today so I said it out loud for the sake of conversation
I don't think you heard me
You looked down at your shoes and you had a funny look on your face
As if something might come out of the ground you were standing on
It was my cue to turn away
I look across the parking lot and fix my eyes on the old father just as swirling yellow blue comes and takes me away
They had ten cars in a row blinking their lights all led by a shiny black car
I look up at two black birds and the world is swirling colors
The father is nodding and waving
I turn back to you
Blue green yellow swirling clouds again
Nothing came up out of the ground but you're still waiting
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CHRISCAPIE New York, New York
Born and raised in new york. Started singing under my porch when I was seven. 'Experimented' in my teenage years. Built my
first nuclear reactor at the tender age of 19. I used it to burn off some extra energy. In the process of building a new one. Im going to use it to destroy the world.
Music, art, dancing, prancing, smoking and joking and no coking
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