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miranda holidays audio
01 introduction - f. ill ben, the one-up kid
02 rotary phone - f. the one-up kid, king kung fu, the
turkish revolution, sabrina
03 8:30 am - f. jesse, king kung fu, the one-up kid, st
pete, samantha
04 riding - f. ill ben, king kung fu, the one-up kid,
epyk
05 6:18 - f. one-up kid, the turkish revolution
06 miranda 2 - f. sabrina
07 holidays - f. one-up kid, ill ben, king kung fu, jesse,
and the turkish revolution
08 angry prom - st pete, samantha, king kung fu, the one-up
kid
09 after party - f. the one-up kid, king kung fu, the
turkish revolution, sabrina
10 denouement
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happy valentines
day your and my way different spin it however never
not be single mingle with the rabble scrabble like
my vocab stabs at your heartstrings brings me to
a fever leave her alone clone in closet not flossing
fall days shorten portent not ending bending facts
stacked upon itself health unforgiving living sort
of left just to question intention dreams grant
faith waste like wasted tasted bitterness the limitless
quizzically inquire fire provides higher then ever
reside in the clever never question actions all
the time I'm fine really don't grill me look foreboding
soul controlling contender diffuse my own misgivings
living sitcom optimistic orphan portion more please
bad and good come in threes see me being myself
an idiot unlimited 2000 until space vacant overall
irony finds me sleeping or was that weeping creeping
through un-noticed situation placed in humorous
amorous amorphous action backed by science faction
so much to say becomes nothing at all all doubts
assuaged engaged heavily never be me 3 my number
summer hummer 80's like bummer number then ever
presence left lost lessons sessions files and folders
told her truth loosely confusely
oh shit december 25th sit your
ass down play all day reindeer games a gang around
a snowman chilling santa claus I saw with his crew
glitter and gold illing still smoke blunts at least
once every big night stick tight to the plan man
god damn fell asleep must have missed me put coal
in my shit trick bitch caught him in the act back
lash crash then he did the dash had to blast fast
caught him in the leg lead pipe to the head yes
indeed it's me e-n-d-s fresh weed and alcohol balling
santa claus took a fall yes yallin' I'm on the top
rocking all the presents and the fucking loot Timberland
boots who me shooting hoops from the hot tub what
what diamonds glitter gold chain in this shit with
this no content hell bent taking me out for chinese
and rob me he took my life and loot true to who
stuck with me then ended up rushing me trusted you
to trust me easy recline in time wasted pape chase
changed me into a lazy blaze me easily coked out
in the front yard far discard from where I came
up done deal seal conveniently e-p-y-k why waste
the day when we could fuck up a mic slice right
preciseness peace to blunt city list me on the top
crossed out my life nice to not rock shit with yall
took a 6 foot fucking fall merry christmas to all
yall
I remember halloween seeing
bodies hanging in trees breeze cold blow leaves
sneeze time for a hoody should he dress again face
paint the rest again ask a friend wasn't it for
sweets masks and trick-or-treats or was it for the
sight of fright on a dark fall night might evil
overcome you succumb to the chills middle school
stills of our candy corn fights puff under church
lights our egging thrills and snuck into the red
mill will it ever be that fun again can old shit
be done again in time but not samely blamely our
callous minds malice it's the season fake bleeding
greens leaving life ceasing fog breathing frost
snow's coming soon seeing geese thinking lets give
thanks
and rob banks so we can have
some money to have a little bit of funny buy some
fireworks at the last minute I'm up in it like fat
thighs I spy 4th of Julys these wack guys shooting
bottle rockets at me I'll get you back fool and
throw you in the pool now you're wet no bet I'm
sweating 'cause it's hotter then a motherfucker
trying to take my shirt of so I can get the hunnies
looking not that I don't got a fat gut but I don't
give a damn 'cause I am inebriated intoxicated straight
of this alcohol stalling not trying to play balling
down at the court so we can smoke a newport or maybe
blunts look up once it's independence
I established Kilkenny in 1423
jumped the ship relit side split and took this shit
while words stop box oxes explaining question did
I mention I made a thousand inventions save lessons
for suit chit top fought clover stalks with tomahawks
st. patricks day unplausable babbling before it's
over so we can drink these holidays and 4 leaf clovers
on the hill top they'll expect and parrying blows
and send shocks before you know clocks mop crops
and stop thoughts before entering inexcusable fewer
st.patricks day words for elusive road curves north
foraged and stopped before we could make convert
knots caught robots in Cork Ireland she laughed
before she got shit done her whole world is unfun
like flu shots but I got st.patricks day and you're
not as shocking as you used to be it's a bad thing
but st.patricks day's amazing I'm praising my lazy
clover grazing
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The most successful valentines
day songs to date. I started the beat at, like,
12:05 am of valentines day 2000. I had class the
next morning and wrote my verse while in class.
I came home and everyone gathered to rhyme. It came
to light that no one but me wanted to rhyme about
valentines day (what blasphemy!), so instead everyone
rhymed about different holidays. Ill ben rhymed
about Christmas, King kung fu rhymed about Halloween,
Jesse rhymed about 4th of July, and the Turkish
Revolution rhymed about St. Patricks day. We have
a very nice Irish Ancestral map that TR (Turkish
Revolution) found in the trash, it outlines all
the provinces or counties or whatever the fuck Ireland
has, and the last names that hail from there. Mike
Hero rhymed on this one too (about New Years) but
it got cut for lack of being good. Jesse came over
later on and freestyled his verse (I know I said
I don't record freestyles but, fuck you, who would
I be if I wasn't a hypocrite? That's right, someone
else)
(P.S.: I also put the lyrics to the freestyle
on this page, once again contradicting myself).
miranda holidays audio
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