Outro
Outro may refer to:
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Conclusion (music)
In music, the conclusion is the ending of a composition and may take the form of a coda or outro.
Pieces using sonata form typically use the recapitulation to conclude a piece, providing closure through the repetition of thematic material from the exposition in the tonic key. In all musical forms other techniques include "altogether unexpected digressions just as a work is drawing to its close, followed by a return...to a consequently more emphatic confirmation of the structural relations implied in the body of the work."
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Outro (album)
Outro is a 2002 album by Jair Oliveira. Jair’s second album blends jazz, samba, soul and MPB. Most of Outro's songs were co-written by fellow Brazilian singer and composer Ed Motta.
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Grits
Grits is a food made by boiling ground maize (also known as corn), and usually served with other flavorings as a breakfast dish, usually savory. It is popular in the Southern United States.
Grits is of Native American origin, and is similar to other thick maize-based porridges from around the world such as polenta.
Modern grits are commonly made of alkali-treated corn known as hominy, in which case it may be called "hominy grits". "Instant grits" and "quick grits" use hominy processed for faster cooking, widely sold in supermarkets.
The word "grits" may be treated as either singular or plural; historically, in the American South it was always singular. It derives from the Old English word "grytt," meaning coarse meal.
Origins
Grits have their origin in Native American corn preparation. Traditionally, the hominy for grits was ground on a stone mill. The ground hominy is then passed through screens, the finer sifted material used as grit meal, and the coarser as grits. Many American communities used a gristmill until the mid-twentieth century, farmers bringing their corn to be ground, and the miller keeping a portion as his fee. State law in South Carolina requires grits and corn meal to be enriched, similar to the requirement for flour, unless the grits are made from the corn a miller kept as his fee.
Birth of a Prince
Birth of a Prince is the third solo studio album by American hip hop musician and Wu-Tang Clan leader RZA. The album was released on October 7, 2003. Unlike RZA's other solo albums, Birth of a Prince was not released under the Bobby Digital alias, though RZA refers to himself as Bobby repeatedly and his rhymes are mostly in the Bobby Digital style rather than the pre-1998 style. The album received mixed reviews from music critics.
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Grits (novel)
Grits is the debut novel by British author Niall Griffiths, published in 2000 by Jonathan Cape. Set in and around Aberystwyth and concerning promiscuity, drugs, alcohol, and petty crime it gained for its author, who lives and works in the town the dubious honorific "the Welsh Irvine Welsh". The novel is largely autobiographical, Niall Griffiths moved to Aberystwyth to research a PhD in post-war British poetry but soon became, as he puts it, an "enthusiastic participator in parties" and dropped out of his studies.
Ianto, a character briefly appearing in Grits became the anti-hero of Griffith's second novel Sheepshagger.
Reception
From the rear of the 2001 Vintage Books edition :
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by Cappadonna
The Grits
by: CappadonnaThis album right here
This is the Yin and the Yang
So you gonna hear a lot of different things on it
You gonna hear a lot of profanity
You might hear a lot of um
A lot of love, a lot of hate
You know what I'm saying?
'Cus it's like come on I got enemies
I got frienemies
And those that pretend to be's
Homicide Hills
That's the grits
The Grits
The barracks baby word up
Verrazano bridge, yo yo
I give a speech like Martin Luther King
Let freedom ring, forget a bow ring, it's a black thing
Holding me locked up with brothers be getting oxed up
Taking life for granted most of us abandon
How I know you not a cruel
Beef in the home, Africans with jet black Americans
Dominicans war with the Puerto Ricans
Deep in the street thugs carrying heat
The rest of the projects surrounded with gates
Middle class families are moving upstate
While the younger generation selling cake
Trying to immitate mixtapes
It's all final, big locks on the Verrazano
Get fined BB conduct on some King Tut
Poverty struck, I seen the right to enter Uhaah took
My cup runneth over, stressed out whenever I'm sober
This cold world got my girl scan
Fight on the sand, I'm allergic to ham
Weak minds all aboard
I see devils in the eyes of camcord'
And my reward is to let y'all know
I'm going out like P.L.O. whenever I go uhh
The Grits
The Grits
I start the slaughtering, make all eyes start watering
I know an 800 number you can get your coffin, start ordering
The metamorphosis of my skill is sure to bring overcome any king
Faking ain't counterfeit, money in the bing
I do a sting with two 9's under my sling
Anybody you bring, still won't do a god damn thing
You nothing but a onion in the rain
I floss rhymes, I loss rhymes, I got it like that
Y'all bitch niggas I toss times
I got rhymes that'll still rock you, cats that'll spot you
Told you I chill, lay off a shit, I still shot you
The only thing I'm unable to do is do what I got to
Look in hospital, Brooklyn apostle, lyrical gospel
Still fortunate to scorch your shit, paying for the cost of it
Your whole style remains wack, I know it's awful kid
The Grits
The Grits
The Grits
The Grits
Yo, I play the back like back in the days
Give thanks and praise, watch the frisk raise, reunite
Take birth trees to upright, I forget a fake MC's
My song's the Bible, survival in the man, the lost lands
No radio play, the Pillage is banned
Like a foreigner don't understand
Y'all some flan cats eat pig, reneg real shit from digs
Hit you off with the packages and facts on tracks
Y'all talk but that's put that back
We dealing in the orphanage, way surpass your image
I'm a chemist, a dual dentist, treat my heritage like friendship
I be exit, I rock a gold necklace and restless, it's always hectic
Staten Island shit, bad habit shit
Made me twist it, one twenty disctrict shit
Pillage be the senate, throw darts like Masons
Garment Rennaissance, patrionts, hold the blood like tampons
Baby conduct, put your fist up, no more struggles
100 dollars for the hen' dog, 200 for the bubbles
Less troubles, Pill-Age
Plus some can turn rappers of off the stage
This beef will never we engage
Buck buck buck buck buck
The Grits
The Grits
The Grits
The Grits
The Grits
{If you fucked my little ho, yo, let me know that then
Let me know 'coz I definately let, I definately let niggas know
When I was banging they ho up
I was like, yeah, yeah, you thought she was in love with you
And I tried to tell you that she wasn't in love with you and I blazed her
Then I, then I called you the next day and let you know