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Don't be fooled by appearances,
It only shows what the world already knows
Don't rely on the physical evidence
Of what the x-ray pictures show
Looking through a glass onion
Following the X-ray eye
From the cortex to medulla

Analyze EKG
Can you see a memory?
Register all my fear
Looking through a glass onion
Following the X-ray eye
From the cortex to medulla

Analyze E-K-G
Can you see a memory?
Register all my fear
every night
Because of that girl of mine
I threw away all of my valentines

But you're still at the bar
Handing out those photocopied x-rays of your
at the end of my Cornetto
I love the way your underwire bra
Always sets off that X-ray machine

Comin? into land and
Now I love the colour of it all
Blue
from our dance.
Death inverts the red from romance.
Death x-rays the angels of chance.
Death; the anti mirror of infants.
Like a picture hiding
Attitude check everybody's got x-ray vision
Spot a fake, walk away
'Cause he's not worth my time, precious attention
Does it make you scared
doom and I am 17 pages through this notebook now and there are little more than pictures of how I see you in an X-ray machine
That's more like
Medical bills, insurance, cash in the ceiling.
Dioxalyn fingerprints here ever since
I got my white suit pressed, out the cleaners,
X-Ray shades, with
at me cause they I say I spit it too rugid
And we throw it at 'em like a chick who don't get it enough
What is it x-ray vision the way I see through these
through with two packs
Of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fucking sac won't collapse
Cause nowadays, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young
Well I comes through with two packs
Of tha bomb pro-folax
For protection
So my fuckin sac won't collapse
Cause nowadays, shits evading the x-rays
come through with two packs
Of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fucking sac won't collapse
Cause nowadays, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending
a ex-hustler
Cake ya, the x-ray splitter to touch ya, I beg to differ
When you're four years into the game, we can have a conversation
Eight years in
a ex-hustler
Cake ya, the x-ray splitter to touch ya, I beg to differ
When you're four years into the game, we can have a conversation
Eight years in
the breaks
I'm everlasting; I can go on for days and days
With rhyme displays that engrave deep as x-rays
I can take a phrase that's rarely heard
Flip it
sac won't collapse
Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics
way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin
block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-ray
As I get roasted lookin' at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin' shots of Louie 'til I
block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-ray
As I get roasted lookin' at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin' shots of Louie 'til I
my chrome hit the light
X-ray vision, when I size niggas up
See two wheels fall off, when I ride nigga what
two four, three sixty five, hugging

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