Oregon (i/ˈɔːrᵻɡən/ AWR-ə-gən) is a state in the Pacific Northwest region of the United States. Oregon is bordered on the west by the Pacific Ocean, on the north by Washington, on the south by California, on the east by Idaho, and on the southeast by Nevada. The Columbia River delineates much of Oregon's northern boundary, and the Snake River delineates much of the eastern boundary. The parallel 42° north delineates the southern boundary with California and Nevada. It is one of only three states of the contiguous United States to have a coastline on the Pacific Ocean, and the proximity to the ocean heavily influences the state's mild winter climate, despite the latitude.
Oregon was inhabited by many indigenous tribes before Western traders, explorers, and settlers arrived. An autonomous government was formed in the Oregon Country in 1843, the Oregon Territory was created in 1848, and Oregon became the 33rd state on February 14, 1859. Today, at 98,000 square miles, Oregon is the ninth largest and, with a population of 4 million, 26th most populous U.S. state. The capital of Oregon is Salem, the second most populous of its cities, with 160,614 residents (2013 estimate). With 609,456 residents (2013 estimate), Portland is the largest city in Oregon and ranks 29th in the U.S. Its metro population of 2,314,554 (2013 estimate) is 24th. The Willamette Valley in western Oregon is the state's most densely populated area, home to eight of the ten most populous cities.
Oregon is a city in and the county seat of Ogle County, Illinois, United States. The population was 3,721 at the 2010 census.
The land Oregon, Illinois was founded on was previously held by the Potawatomi and Winnebago Indian tribes. In fact, later, settlers discovered that the area contained a large number of Indian mounds, most 10 to 12 feet in diameter.
Ogle County was a New England settlement. The original founders of Oregon and Rochelle consisted entirely of settlers from New England. These people were "Yankees", that is to say they were descended from the English Puritans who settled New England in the 1600s. They were part of a wave of New England farmers who headed west into what was then the wilds of the Northwest Territory during the early 1800s. Most of them arrived as a result of the completion of the Erie Canal. When they arrived in what is now Bureau County there was nothing but a virgin forest and wild prairie, the New Englanders laid out farms, constructed roads, erected government buildings and established post routes. They brought with them many of their Yankee New England values, such as a passion for education, establishing many schools as well as staunch support for abolitionism. They were mostly members of the Congregationalist Church though some were Episcopalian. Culturally Bureau County, like much of northern Illinois would be culturally very continuous with early New England culture, for most of its history.
Oregon is an American jazz and world music group, originally formed in 1971 by Ralph Towner (guitar, piano, synthesizer, trumpet), Paul McCandless (woodwind instruments), Glen Moore (double bass, violin, piano), and Collin Walcott (percussion, sitar, tabla).
Towner and Moore had been friends and occasional collaborators since meeting in 1960 as students at the University of Oregon. By 1969, both were working musicians living in New York; while collaborating with folksinger Tim Hardin they were introduced to world music pioneer Paul Winter's "Consort" ensemble, particularly member Collin Walcott, with whom Towner began improvising as an informal duo. By 1970 Towner and Moore had joined the Winter Consort and met fellow member McCandless; the four began exploring improvisation on their own, while their contributions continued to be seminal in redefining the Winter Consort "sound" in compositions like Towner's "Icarus".
The four musicians made their first group recording in 1970, but the label, Increase Records, went out of business before it could be released (it eventually was issued by Vanguard in 1980 as Our First Record). Oregon made its "formal" debut in NYC in 1971 (originally named "Thyme — Music of Another Present Era", the name change to Oregon was suggested by McCandless).
It's workin'
It's workin'
Party people if you're ready to rock
Let me hear you scream
I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets
We reign and we pop and daily routine sweeps
It's the fanatic, can't kick the habit, so there you have it
I'm a addict when I'm near the mike I gots to grab it
Rip the system to shreds grab the braids in my head
Everybody get lifted remember the rhyme said
This is your introduction to the new episode
With the double I countin' down to explode
Naughty kicked in the door, here come 235 more
Livin' rotten to the core
It's workin'
It's workin'
Party people if you're ready to rock
Let me hear you scream
Everybody to the right 'cause all I got left is my flow
I'm floatin' with Boogie Beat fishin' in a record ocean
Uh oh, I guess it's goin' down, not now, right now
So I got down with the git down for Illtown
Figure it's the fine fanny, I miss my mammy
And you could ask my uncle Randy
I'm grateful for my granny nanny, that's my mother's mammy
Two tittle brothers with different fathers but we're still family
Forget how rough I had it, let's see how smooth it gets
'Cuz I might wind up doing that same old cruddy shit
Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood
Back cockin', buckshottin', your ass is shot
It's workin'
It's workin'
Party people if you're ready to rock
Let me hear you scream
Can you chill a can? Can you spill a can? Can you kill a can?
I know I can, I know I can
Can an American a Republican fuckin' with this African
Can from this kian land? I know I can
It's a war wick, wick, wick, wack that's Dionne
Dionne should have predicted her quick trip
And stayed cool like fuckin' freon
Or get frozen for eons and beyond bein' the unbelievable bastard I be
Well, believe that shit's some be on
Settle the score, check Melba needs Moore, since now she poor
Looks to get richer by puttin' rap up in the picture
I'll fix ya backwards blindfold step klickow
Your ass like Calvin so butts get kicked now
Forgive the enemy, be a friend of me you teach
But forgivin' ain't seem my music crushed in the streets
Preach love, practice hate, break tapes and chatterin'
Streaks on your structure, stain your whole establishment
Let's get specific, style that's horrific
Twisted plus terrific with a tongue that's terroristic
We'll lift it, then shift it, brandish the biscuit, finish you nitwit
Cancel Christmas, won't stop this slick shit
It's workin'
It's workin'
Party people if you're ready to rock
Let me hear you scream
Time to do sit up, I'm a loose nut, watch crews get cut
Bring it to my Illtown grounds and lose your butts
But what is the matter?
Matter of fact I don't wanna hear you talk so close your trap
Suckers get interslit like splinters for the winter see Dolores sucka
Truck I shoulda told you Large Marge sent her
Two chocolates away from being sloppy in bunches
With no lunches step with the punches and try some butt crunches
Get your hands clappin', front and the back and keep a cool head
For all my swingers packin', attackin' back in the motherfuckin' house
Done traveled a million miles and I'm still kickin' styles
Back snack, that ass back now how's about that?
You feel about as shitty as a baby's unwiped ass crack
I'll crack a bat, dead on the back black
And leave you layin' there flat as a flapjack
We ain't friends to the end I blasted Chuckie
After this instead of beef you'll be givin' me chicken at Kentucky
Lackin' lucky so worlds fear these and there'll be no more you
Ooh, ooh like no world's series
Never a fad and madder than mad
And radical rude rottin' razxkal kid man
What's happenin'?
Check the skills on the real it's best to chill
Don't be caught in the down the hill ordeal, it's ill
Man this shit is deep, huh, I'm goin' deep
Undercover like a muhfucker way beneath the sheets
Full blows get thrown to the upper dome
And continue to go on until you're up and gone
When we spot a block knok no tellin' where the rest will go
Hustle with my friends
Straight ballin' like testicles bowlin' for dollars, rollin' for hours
Rappers the pin strike is my friend they be took out in groups of ten
Scoopin' change you'll be like "Who's that group again?"
On the ground with no sound with just boots and chins