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The White Stripes, Oasis, OutKast and more are among the 2025 Rock Hall of Fame nominees
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Feb 12, 2025 • 11:49 AM
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Everybody's got opinions On the way you're livin' But see they can't fill your shoes Life is made of half illusion (illusion) Forty percent confusion (confusion) Whatever's left I'm usin' to keep myself from losin', yeah You don't know what I've been through (ooh) Hell I might go through you (ghetto boy that, won't eat, tonight) Uh-oh, oh no-oh (that little boy just wanna eat tonight) Hey hey (he scuffles with her booty and her face) hey hey And mm-mm (mom, I'm seekin' that sir tea and some soup, yeah) All in all it's all in my head You know it's that high guy, from East PI Spittin' the realness of reality, you mad at me Boi how you gonna handle me? You want me to lollygag and talk that bullshit? I refuse to play so I'm gon' speak that Southern good shit That harder than yo' hood shit, lil' shit That make y'all niggas think about the trigger Before you pull it, on liquor stores and banks Them folks got more than enough bullets to put that ass Off in the slang, don't claim no gang, we the niggas That did that "Ain't No Thang But a Chicken Wang" But still though, how you gonna play a nigga like dildo We OutKast 'til it's over, barbeque and never mildo For real bro "In tonight's news, 20th century technology Has the computer age, scientists, and doctors gone too far? Einstein or Frankenstein? Dr. Scholl's, or Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde? Are we diggin' into new ground Or diggin' our own graves? Story at eleven" Valley girls are horny tonight (synthesizer) Fuzzy logic, their pubic virginity (synthesizer) Ooh ooh ooh (synthesizer) Ooh ooh ooh (synthesizer) Conceived under the influence of toxic wasted doctors Computer buggin' debuggin' device-a and vice versa And various viruses Performin' with laser light precision and verbal incision For a lin'uistic ballistic lobotomy Mind-fuckin' you, a psycho-sodomy Of the medula oblongata Accept your mind down your spine and out your behind Fuck you Synthesizer, microwave me Give me a drug so I can make seven babies Pump my breasts up, can you suck the fat up Please make my life appear Like ain't no such thin' as bad luck My, nose ain't right Like I need a new one Just take your pick, a yellow red A black or a blue one Virtual reality, virtual, bullshit! Synthesizer preachers can reach you up in the pulpit Who a bitch? Give me my gat so I can smoke this nigga Tell his mamma not to cry Because they can clone him quicker Than it took his daddy to make him Niggas bitin' verbatim Thought provokin' records radio never played dem Instant, quick grits, new, improved Hurry hurry, rush rush, world on the move Marijuana illegal but cigarettes cool I might look! Kinda funny but I ain't no fool Now if you wanna synthesize I empathize Now if you wanna synthesize I empathize But if you synthesize I will understand Your synthesizer man Ghetto boy horny tonight Scsi with a booty in a cage Problem sinkin' down and stretchin' out So sleepy, playin' safe in cyberspace (synthesizer) Cybersexy Wendy (synthesizer) Web walkin' in the nude Digital good time, digital good time Said she'd lap dance on your laptop While your laptop's in your lap Digital good time, digital good time Cybersexy Wendy Web walkin' in the nude Digital good time, digital good time Said she'd tap dance on your laptop While your laptop's in your lap Digital good time, digital good time Digital good time, digital good time Cybersexy Wendy Web walkin' in the nude Digital good time, digital good time Fuzzy logic, it's groovy Wassup, man? Wassup player, wassup, wassup? What'chu need? What'chu need? Shit, tryin' to smoke good like you Shit, I ain't smokin' good, I'm just out here tryin' to pay these bills, my nigga What it look like for the Oskie-Wowskie? Shit, for you? Cause you my nigga, shit, sixty-five Sixty-five? Yup, yeah You don' charged me fifty the other day It's some of that goddamn LA, some of that west coast So it must've had a fifteen-dollar plane ticket added on to the motherfucker Aye, shit, aye, I ain't the one who put the tag on it, my nigga I just sell to you just like I get it know what I'm sayin'? Stem seeds and everythin', huh? Shit, you know how it go, playa Well, I'ma tell it like this, I can't even smoke like that so you can go on and keep that Well shit, I holla at you later then I'll holler at you too then nigga, don't holler at me no more Shit, holla at you Bye, nigga, yeah
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