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Welcome to the space trek. I am the captain of the buttership. Here we put saffron in our microchips to help us cruise smooth and make a round trip. We’re on a search for love. we put roundup in your coffee cup to so you would keep your mouth shut. We’re going to show you what’s what. Because we’re a local ‘Start-up’. We going to do things our way and there’s nothing you’re going to say, but you might be late for your first day on the job cleaning room logs and walking other peoples dogs. It doesn’t sound very glamorous at all but that’s because it’s not. But we’ve redefined glamour and reassigned landlords so that we would have the freedom to explore with the commander while dishing out slander and invalidating prophecy. We won the last game of monopoly. We like to be the metal dog, so that you would get stuck with the car. It doesn’t even start. When I slouch and I fart I seem little taller than kareem abdul jabbar. For my art project I slam a ton of buckets every season. Every player in the NBA is going to pleadin’ cuz they’ll be needin’ some professional help or a beacon of hope, a deep tissue massage, or 10 car garage with a fatty padlock on the huge freakin door.
A VHS tape of Matlock and an in store visit and promo outfit like a pro hoe he be sellin’ out of yo’ home in chicago although he be on the road so he be running out the do’, joe,
We have some very dirty theories about coffee and biology. We’ve noticed some anomalies. Maybe you should apologize. You’re leading double lives, and gathering up extra wives and making your entire living selling crappy kitchen knives.
How exactly are you going to ’splain to this parents. You’ve got crazy bad grades your family is enraged and your beepers getting paged because you are selling hard drugs. You wish to be amongst the cool bugs, but now you are getting mugged by some thugs because you were Walgreens walking down the wrong isle at the wrong time. you are in the food line. This is not good time to be crying. You better hide your shame and start lying.
I don’t mean to be pryin’, don’t want be snoopin and spyin, but I want to fully understand the current balance of your bank account, because your rent check just bounced, and I’m ‘bout to throw you out, so please close up your talking mouth.

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TFPP Oakland, California

TFPP is the collaboration of "HipHop" (Wake) and "Plug-in" (DDB). Hip hop and Plug-in first met in Pickens, South Carolina as fierce opponents. They were contestants in the local illegal underground magic the gathering tournies. Much later, things lightened up considerably, and eventually, by means of Constructive Discussion technique, they were able to talk through their differences. tfpp.net ... more

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