This book's like black holes. It really engulfes you whole.
Science n_ Shit in a Hip-Hop Style with Stephen Hawking(Kick-snare, kick-kick snare).__et me tell you my plan for the human race, well I would but I can__,__os I can__ move me face,So my computerised voice is how I__l go, I type with me eye to keep the flowWe__e all gonna go live in outer spaceWhere zero gravity will stop me dribbling all over the placeI__l tell y__ll how I__l get there:With some rockets built into me special wheel chairThe moons of Jupiter, in perfect animationWe__l all live in a huge space stationI__l be able to dance and chase all the fannyAnd finally get me end away with me nanny.__cience n_ Shit in a Hip-Hop Style with Stephen Hawking II__rom the moons of Ganymede, Io & Titan, I__l tell y__ll somethin_ that__ sure to enlightenIn space, there are galaxies nebula & starsAnd dying suns that are going super no-vaBut no anomalies can compare, To how much I wanna run my fingers through your hairSir Patrick Moore, a true space oracle, With your knowledge of cheats and gorgeous monocleI__ coming out as gay, and I don__ give a hootI__ the first fuckin_ vegetable that turned into a fruitWord.
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Science n_ Shit in a Hip-Hop Style with Stephen Hawking(Kick-snare, kick-kick snare).__et me tell you my plan for the human race, well I would but I can__,__os I can__ move me face,So my computerised voice is how I__l go, I type with me eye to keep the flowWe__e all gonna go live in outer spaceWhere zero gravity will stop me dribbling all over the placeI__l tell y__ll how I__l get there:With some rockets built into me special wheel chairThe moons of Jupiter, in perfect animationWe__l all live in a huge space stationI__l be able to dance and chase all the fannyAnd finally get me end away with me nanny.__cience n_ Shit in a Hip-Hop Style with Stephen Hawking II__rom the moons of Ganymede, Io & Titan, I__l tell y__ll somethin_ that__ sure to enlightenIn space, there are galaxies nebula & starsAnd dying suns that are going super no-vaBut no anomalies can compare, To how much I wanna run my fingers through your hairSir Patrick Moore, a true space oracle, With your knowledge of cheats and gorgeous monocleI__ coming out as gay, and I don__ give a hootI__ the first fuckin_ vegetable that turned into a fruitWord.
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