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There are certain tracks on here where Keith is just so off on the wonderful tangent to everything else in hip-hop, just in terms of his flow, that it's really hard to get your head around, in the best way possible. Like 'Dr. Doom's In The Room'? FUCK! He's pushed his rapping to literally the furthest possible distance from the beat, while totally being almost supernaturally on it. Like if he's just on the edge where he'd be actually disconnected from it at times, but then you realise that each time he flies out there it's to come snapping back into step in some way you never expect. Mindblowing. 'You couldn't rap with me if we was twins stuck together, you'd be the deformed one, catchin' the warm one...'
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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