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The eardrum, or tympanic membrane, is a thin, cone-shaped membrane that separates the external ear from the middle ear in humans and other tetrapods. Its function is to transmit sound from the air to the ossicles inside the middle ear. The malleus bone bridges the gap between the eardrum and the other ossicles.
The are two general regions of the tympanic membrane: the pars flaccida (upper region, see picture on right) and the pars tensa. The pars flaccida consists of two layers, is relatively fragile, and is associated with eustachian tube dysfunction and cholesteatomas. The larger pars tensa region consists of three layers: skin, fibrous tissue, and mucosa. It is comparatively robust, and is the region most commonly associated with perforations.
Rupture or perforation of the eardrum can lead to conductive hearing loss. Collapse or retraction of the eardrum can also cause conductive hearing loss or even cholesteatoma.
The Bajau people of the Pacific intentionally rupture their eardrums at an early age in order to facilitate diving and hunting at sea. Many older Bajau therefore have difficulties hearing. During world war II, the German Luftwaffe was known to pierce the ear drums of fighter pilots in order to prevent air pressure issues, and even inserted grommets in the membrane to prevent the hole from healing up. Pilots involved often suffered from acute hearing loss later in life.
Talib Kweli Greene (October 3, 1975), better known as Talib Kweli, is an American rapper. Kweli hails from Brooklyn, New York. His first name in Arabic means "student" or "seeker" (طالب); his middle name in Swahili means "true". Kweli first gained recognition through Black Star, a collaboration with fellow MC Mos Def.
Born in Brooklyn, New York, Kweli grew up in a highly educated household in Park Slope. His mother, Brenda Greene, is an English professor at Medgar Evers College of the City University of New York and his father an administrator at Adelphi University. His younger brother, Jamal Greene, is a professor of Constitutional Law at Columbia Law School, and former clerk to Justice John Paul Stevens on the Supreme Court. As a youth, he was drawn to Afrocentric rappers, such as De La Soul and other members of the Native Tongues Posse whom he had met in high school. Talib Kweli was a student at Cheshire Academy, a boarding school in Connecticut. He was also a student at Brooklyn Technical High School, before being academically dismissed. He later studied experimental theater at New York University.
Yeah, yeah
9, 10, 11, 12
Yo, usually we do it like this
The Suspects Scapegoat Wax
Uh, coming through like a T Rex
Check, check, yo, yo
MC's smack their heads on brick
And publicly pelt themselves with rocks
And put their feet on dry ice blocks
This one's the knock, knock, knocking on your nose bridge
Poking at your eyelids with the soul kids from where I live
Everybody's smiling big as Regis
And time froze like fetus, a guitarist took
A time machine and cloned baby Jesus
And made an MC like me
(What, what?)
Who came to conquer everything
Within the breeze, man, woman, disease, please
You looking at me in a dumb and funny way
But come to find out your crew was some 12 year old runaways
Mentally, I am of the 23rd Century
Technically microphones and drums are my specialty
Cloud 9 to catch the scent of my rhymes
I'm stomping through the streets rapping
(Ooh, ah, ooh, ah)
While you're marching for dimes
It's like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon
Sports trivia, Who's head coach is Bobby Cremins?
Georgia Tech Yellow jackets, Iller by the millisecond
I be kicking like Tekken, check out my record collection
It's kind of fat, this is why I rap like that
I be oozing out the funk like a case of the clap
Here is something you can't run from
So stop look and listen, you take your position
We do it like this son, the illest prescription
A lyric incision into you eardrum
Here is something you can't run from
So stop look and listen, you take your position
We do it like this son, the illest prescription
A lyric incision into you eardrum
Natural mystic blowing through the air
Hey, is you smoking something there?
Contraire, mon frere 'cause in my verbal contract
To give niggas instant convulsions, experience eternal seizures
Tongue got you chokin', rollin' down your throat
And, and leaving you to believe
That planet Earth gave birth to a deadly disease
We'll never freeze even at the point of a handgun
Swallow the bullets and spit 'em back random
Holdin' motherfuckers for ransom
Thinkin' they handsome
Stick they family for all they own and some
My life is based on tantrum
Is that why yo ass be steady rappin'?
You know, fuck a platinum Finagler philosophy
Y'all player haters ain't understanding my verbosity
Constantly off lots of weed
It costs to be the boss don't take a loss
No double cross hater back off of me
Feel animosity in high velocity both prodigies
Your ears are rung, my noise
Is like a thousand voices
Until I'm done my words
Will shine through all distortion
I'm here intact, we're gonna get this thing together
And when it cracks, I'm gonna bet you that
You and everybody else surrenders
Your ears are rung, my noise
Is like a thousand voices
Until I'm done my words
Will shine through all distortion
I'm here intact, we're gonna get this thing together
And when it cracks, I'm gonna bet you that