![]() ![]() If the computer is a robot, this will probably result in Your Head A-Splode. A fictional computer will attempt to debate and solve the paradox until it melts down. The easiest way to confuse it is with the Liar's Paradox, i.e. ![]() In fiction-land, however, it will explode. If you give a computer nonsensical orders in the real world it will, generally, do nothing (or possibly appear to freeze as it loops eternally trying to find a solution to the unsolvable problem presented to it). Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).Is your sentient supercomputer acting up? Good news. Get the embed code The Roots - Things Fall Apart (Explicit Version) Album Lyrics1.Act Won (Things Fall Apart)2.Ain't Sayin' Nothin' New3.Double Trouble4.Dynamite!5.Step Into The Relm6.Table Of Contents (Parts 1 & 2)7.The SparkThe Roots Lyrics provided by Let the poppers pop, and the breakers break Non-stoppinest, _Fortified Live_ survive the apocalypseīecause we know how to rock when the beat come in We got the soul-shockinest, body-rockinest The Roots crew baby yo we got to make it unique It's just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat They rock beginnin to end, on a spiritual blendĪnd everybody who forgot then baby tell em again It's just two bad brothers who will never quit They takin total control, of the body and brainįlyin high in the sky, on a lyrical plane Say here's a little story that must be toldĪbout two young brothers who got so much soul Went from Do You Want More to what you want now? We bout to blow up the spot, because y'all must have forget Me and Dante like Marvin, The Troublemen travellinī-boy business, off the top actin and battlinīut don't get too close, because you might get shot Or like toast in the oven with government cheese bubblin We go back to dollar hoagies and Tahitian Treat Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, Questlove and Malik ![]() I'm nicer than your writtens even when I'm improvised ![]() My vocals got texture, you just texturized What I memorized leave your whole staff pressurized You dumb and blind kid, it's enlarged and underlined Thought suffocatin em with yet another stunnin line Watch me, grand prix, champy for wealth drivenįrom the muscle kid I'm one of the illets of all timeĪ lot of MC's said I'm a run it down rhymeīut half the time, they run it down one of mine (eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz can't make pole positionĬlass E chassis can't hold the transmissionĬrew pit, useless, they got they tools missin I play the winter breeze to choke hold your piston These gassed-up niggaz just ain't fuel efficient Yeah, now check your stove top before you take a listenĪnd make sure beans don't burn in the kitchen Mos and Black Thought blast forth with the weaponry So mounties in the county got a BIG bounty stressin meīut tell 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me I shot the sherriff, the deputy, and head of bank treasury Only touchin surface, the FUCK's the purpose? I burst your verses, your words is worthless Illadelph and Vietnam we conference, accomplishĮven with stakes inclined, I get mine, regardlessĪnd rock, uniforms, that's made for nurses Of the Black Thought and the black man from Black Star Your get your kings, your rooks, rings and pawns tookenĪiyyo, keep your tape rollin so you catch every bar Stop frontin, I'm in the cut just onlookin Oh yes, and MC's they scared to say sum'tin You better get your rest cause the next day comin Just slid off to the side, didn't really say nuttin It's me and Tariq and your fleet outnumberedĬross the membrane barkin big game and get huntedĮyewitness account, say it happened so sudden Rock mics so nice I make you stock price plummetĪll you high noon riders better rally at the summit Who the ultimate? Yo my man speak upon itĪiyyo I stop fools and drop jewels but never run it (What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S Def done it Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it MC's in my circumference, is confronted son The vocalist, bustin this blunt, instrument spitĪll fly girls, nipples and toes, numb from it Well it's like smack the track up and leave dents in it We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget (It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's about Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down ![]()
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