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object [4]: a small piece of paper,
approximately 36cm with words on it. object [7]: another piece
of paper, irregularly shaped. object [11]: an empty (20ies)
box of Mayfair cigarettes. object [15]: a small bit of a page
of 'The Big Nowhere', by James Ellroy. object [20]: the plug
of an electrical device. object [25]: DAS EFX, magnetic tape.
object [36]: a cigarette butt. object [50]: a small empty bag
of single use shavers. |
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from
R review magazine,
volume 9, January 2005, page 7,
paragraph 30.3. total |
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object
[1] 5.5 cm, -8° object [2] 8 cm, 84° object [3] 4 cm,
-35° object [4] 10.5 cm, -15° object [5] 9.5
cm, -74° object [6] 16 cm, 28° object [7] 7.2 cm, -30° object
[8] 8.5 cm, -112° object [9] 22.5 cm, -24° object [10]
24 cm, 114° object [11] 11.5 cm, -9° object [12] 23
cm, 106° object [13] 11cm, -142° object [14] 26 cm,
143° object [15] 7 cm, 185° object [16] 5 cm, -160° object
[17] 24 cm, 59° object [18] 18 cm, 162° object [19]
30 cm, -21° object [20] 19 cm, 82°, object [21] 19.5
cm, 28° object [22] 33 cm, -157° object [23] 39 cm,
130°, object [24] 22cm, -18° object [25] 22 cm, 105° object
[26] 21 cm, -28° object [27] 27 cm, 180° object [28]
27 cm, -15° object [29] 37 cm, 128° object [30] 8.5
cm, -186° object [31] 25.5 cm, 47° object [32] 29 cm,
63° object [33] 23 cm, -94° object [34] 29 cm, -130° object
[35] 33 cm, 92° object [36] 21.5 cm, 44° object [37]
21 cm, 86° object [38] 1.2 cm, 90° object [39] 30.4
cm, -84° object [40] 26 cm, -136° object [41] 12 cm,
-95° object [42] 114 cm, 84° object [43] 42 cm, -73° object
[44] 20 cm, -33° object [45] 28 cm, 84° object [46]
23.5 cm, 143° object [47] 29.5 cm, -8° object [48]
16 cm, 178° object [49] 38 cm, 82°object [50] 34 cm,
180° object [51] 46 cm, -176° object [52] 14.5 cm,
75° object [53] |
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from R review magazine,
volume 9, January 2005, page 11
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Riggidy-Bow, Ziggidy Gadzooks,
Here I go, so
Fliggedy-flame on, g-geronimo, yo
I biggedy-burn riggedy-rubber when I blabber great
I miggedy-make the Wonder Twins deactivate
It's crazy, I'm biggedy-breakin' backs and bustin' lips
I friggedy-freaked Gladys Knight and those freakin' Pips
Shrimps, I miggedy-make enough noise like Bamm-Bamm
Throw boulders from Bedrock you'll get dropped, I slam man
So check it
I riggedy-wreck it quick, aw shucks
I giddedy-got the big ducks like Daddy Warbucks
Bohanna
I riggedy-rocked the coca-cabana
Banana split
{HACK-THO} Spit, so sit
I friggedy-freak it from here to Bangladesh
I riggedy-rippin' flesh plus I get fresh like this
Swish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, you'll get it done
Swooshed for fun, I riggedy-rhyme like no one
I biggedy-bum riggedy-rush chiggedy-chumps, I'm savage
I shake 'em up and down like the Down Jones Average
I'm cocky, like Rocky, I biggedy-bangs the best
So tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, 'cause here comes
Das EFXA-higgedy-hoy there matey, I giggedy-gots to flow
My Saturday nights are live-er than Joe Piscopo
So yo, siggedy-save the bait for Charlie Tuna
See I be the boogie banger, like Esiason's the Boomer
I'm higgedy-hots to trot, I giggedy-gots the motts
Jewels plus dreads, so toots, call me Goldilocks
I ciggedy-catch the scoop from Peter Jennings
Do a spin like the mag and I slide like Peggy Fleming
Or a smiggedy-smack a fag and choke 'em up until he squeals
I Hawiian punched the Captain and now I'm maxing with Tenille
I piggedy-pack steel, I got a big gun
I'm freaking the track from Brooklyn,
yo, 'cause Brooklyn's where I'm from
Tiggedy-time to get buck wild
Call me Butterfingers, 'cause I dippedy-drop 'nuff styles
Iggedy eeny meeny miney moe
Shiggedy-bop, bap I'll snatch a rapper by his toe
I riggedy-write my pages when I figgedy-feel the flavor
I fliggedy-fly the friendly skies, so now I be a sky pager
I friggedy-freaked the funka
The rough Nestle Cruncher, word to Arch Bunker
Give me the mike and I'll liggedy-light it up like Uncle Fester
Microphone checka, one two checka
Oh YessaI tiggedy take no shorts, I'm not the fella
I can even act: Stella, Stella
Yo Stella, here ciggedy-comes the bum rush, maybe
No Static, I niggedy-knows more kids than um, Bebe
So higgedy-hey hey hey not Dwayne but I got props
I biggedy-bust rhymes like Slick Rick busts shots
So when I friggedy-freaks the funk, I'll be the ill funk freaka
I stiggedy-stole an apple from this bum named Bonita
So riggedy-rub-a-dub I got the lip to make ya flip
Bustin heads with Erick Sermon and my man Parish Smith
Kiggedy-kiss my grits, check the jingle
I diggedy-don't bruise but snooze like Rip Van Winkle
So twinkle, twinkle, twinkle little star
I sliggedy-slam dunk like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
Numbskull, I piggedy-pump up like Reebok Pumps
I friggedy-freak the stuff that makes a camel lose his humps, chumps
So wiggedy-where's the beef, um chief
He figgedy-fits the mold like the gold that's on his teeth
I rocks 'em, I socks 'em, I drops 'em, ah-choo
So riggedy-ready sit down, hut one, hut two
I diggedy dot my i's, and cross my tiggedy-t's, bro
I swiggedy-swing more action than Hawaii Five-O |
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From 'Mic Checka', by DAS EFX
(Album:
Dead Serious, release date, 07-04-1992) |
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posted: 07:38:56; 22-07-2008 |
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