e-text (from "electronic text"; sometimes written as etext) is a general term for any document that is read in digital form, and especially a document that is mainly text. For example, a computer based book of art with minimal text, or a set of photographs or scans of pages, would not usually be called an "e-text". The term is usually synonymous with e-book.
An e-text may be a binary or a plain text file, viewed with any open source or proprietary software. An e-text may have markup or other formatting information, or not.
An e-text may be an electronic edition of a work originally composed or published in other media, or may be created in electronic form originally.
E-texts, or electronic documents, have been around since long before the Internet, the Web, and specialized E-book reading hardware. Roberto Busa began developing an electronic edition of Aquinas in the 1940s, while large-scale electronic text editing, hypertext, and online reading platforms such as Augment and FRESS appeared in the 1960s. These early systems made extensive use of formatting, markup, automatic tables of contents, hyperlinks, and other information in their texts, as well as in some cases (such as FRESS) supporting not just text but also graphics.
Can I dance?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, Awww shit!
Big Boi, Big boi
What if everything you ever knew or known was lost
The needs tend to freeze you when you gatherin' yo thoughts
You pause for the cause,try to recall and remember
But the train is in reverse and the caboose is in the center
cause your mind ain't free, constricting by the motherfuckin' boundaries
An ounce of weed or an pound of dro
Couldn't place you on the planet where I'm transmitting life from bro
brother, brohem
Cadillac on bows, strike a pose then the door slams, wham nigga wham, don't they say that in they show damn
For show man, actin like a tadpole out of gonads, you now how catch the truth, hit the booth we makin more jams
Spread the strawberry preserves on your nervous program, fuck the learning curve
We took our ramp to no man's land
Hello,is anybody home, is anybody givin dome
Serve me up I want some
Buggface toe jam, from the face up cuz you don't give a jam
Jam to the jam, toast jelly to the jam
Imagine me now jammin, shovin it up your monkey jam
Buggface toe jam, from the face up cuz you don't give a jam
Jam to the jam, toast jelly to the jam
Imagine me now jammin, shovin it up your monkey jam
When I'm left alone I get to thinking to myself
The mind is a terrible thing to waste so use it until none's left
Like everything is alright clearly tight to death
I can see clearly now analyzing every step
Clearly you can feel me cuz it's beating through your chest
And you can see me clearly through the window paint drip wet wet
with no tint not yet,clearly I'm a vet
And not a vetinarian, but clearly pitbulls are the best
Like the O-U-T-K-S, cleary nigga you know the rest
And if you acting like you don't, cleary nigga you trying to test
Crystal clearly I confess, and I suggest, you clear the runway
Cuz the ticket is a one-way, clearly back we won't be coming
Buggface toe jam, from the face up cuz you don't give a jam
Jam to the jam, toast jelly to the jam
Imagine me now jammin, shovin it up your monkey jam
Buggface toe jam, from the face up cuz you don't give a jam
Jam to the jam, toast jelly to the jam
Imagine me now jammin, shovin it up your monkey jam
Can I dance?
Can I dance?
Oh shit, bamboo! Stop!