Album
Albums of recorded music were developed in the early 20th century, first as books of individual 78rpm records, then from 1948 as vinyl LP records played at 33 1⁄3 rpm. Vinyl LPs are still issued, though in the 21st century albums sales have mostly focused on compact disc (CD) and MP3 formats. The audio cassette was a format used in the late 1970s through to the 1990s alongside vinyl.
An album may be recorded in a recording studio (fixed or mobile), in a concert venue, at home, in the field, or a mix of places. Recording may take a few hours to several years to complete, usually in several takes with different parts recorded separately, and then brought or "mixed" together. Recordings that are done in one take without overdubbing are termed "live", even when done in a studio. Studios are built to absorb sound, eliminating reverberation, so as to assist in mixing different takes; other locations, such as concert venues and some "live rooms", allow for reverberation, which creates a "live" sound. The majority of studio recordings contain an abundance of editing, sound effects, voice adjustments, etc. With modern recording technology, musicians can be recorded in separate rooms or at separate times while listening to the other parts using headphones; with each part recorded as a separate track.
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You Ain't No Robot
by: 8-BitI've got less feelings than flies on ceilings,
For anything that has to do with human ass beings.
They don't know how to treat me, yo.
I ain't X5763P0.
You plug me in and I clean the house,
God damn cat hair, all up in my mouth.
You ain't watchin TV, I'm watchin' you.
And you're an ugly ass motherfucker too.
As soon as you open your mouth, I wanna hit it.
Keep your thoughts to yourself 'cause I could give a shit.
These robots are down for drugs, rappin', extortion.
Everytime I see you, I wish your mom had an abortion.
You ain't no robot and you sure ain't no rapper.
I leave shit like you behind in a crapper.
You were drawn to the robot-thug lifestyle,
And you believe the bullshit you saw in 8 Mile.
You ain't no robot, bitch!
You were created from jizz.
You ain't no robot,
You've got to take a whiz.
You ain't no robot,
Your skin ain't chrome.
You ain't no robot,
You call this planet home, bitch!
Motherfuckin' fuckers all over my shit,
'Cause I'm a robot down with 8-Bit.
Goin' ancient on the motherfuckin' mic,
All my God damn fuckin' skills keepin' it tight, bitch.
Fuck, shit, fuck.
My Tourette's be actin' up.
It's just a glitch that some solder will fix.
Motherfucking technical assistance is needed,
While you all sorry ass humans still bleeding.
Humans ain't shit, but shit on my shoe.
But then again, what's new?
And who the fuck asked you?
A one night stand with your kind is so bland.
Gotta listen to 'em talk 'cause they ain't preprogrammed.
I'm free of toe-jam and clean as a whistle,
But don't know how to smile 'cause the earth is a shit hole.
Flooded with toxins, I feel like I'm locked in.
What's the fuckin' point of me talkin'?
You ain't no robot, bitch!
You were created from jizz.
You ain't no robot,
You've got to take a whiz.
You ain't no robot,
Your skin ain't chrome.
You ain't no robot,
You call this planet home, bitch!
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