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Post by Trayloc on Dec 18, 2003 18:59:54 GMT -5
LATE ONE NIGHT AND I'M OVER CONSUMED/ THREE A.M. JUST HITTIN' MY ROOM/ WHEN GOT IN, I CHECKED MY PHONE/ I KNEW SOMEONE HAD CALLED CAUSE THE LIGHT WAS ON/ IT SAID "MR. JAMAR THERE'S A FUNNY SMELL COMING FROM YOUR ROOM/ THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT HAVING PORTLAND P.D. SLIDE THRU/ YOU'RE THE LAST DOOR DOWN THE HALL/ EVERY ROOM EXCEPT YOUR ROOM HAS CALLED/ AND BELIEVE OR NOT WE ALL NOW IT'S YA'LL/ IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHO THIS IS, I'M ONE OF THE MANAGERS THAT YOU MET/ NOT THE TALL, THE SHORT ONE, YOU KNOW, YOU WERE RUBBING ON MY BREAST!.......................
GET THE ALBUM
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Post by fyi on Jan 9, 2004 17:19:00 GMT -5
i contributed to the smokin and tray loc ain't jokin that eugene sticky lamb's breath as we call it was chokin everyone in that little spot luckily we didn't get caught cuz the show would've been stopped and everyone in pdx new that it was one of the tightest shows that ever dropped don't be confused nothing to this day has topped the sickos cypher 7 the kclan cve bus drez and ace all the oregonian heads fantasy became a realty practice the art of peace and inner serenity will reign take your soul to the cosmos and avoid pain don't muffle the voice that unites all you want to rise not fall when you come to the juncture follow the vanity of direction and thus your third eye will elevate you to the resurrection
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