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a fractured martyred disciple
When you're in your quarterly paranoid cycle
I can't talk to you, what else can I do but stare and nod

I can tell you're starting

"If your head is in the books, then how the hell will you improve"
"Plus we went to Unionville, and we were raised with higher stakes"
"Won't you get

Drama

Ghostface Killah

Apollo Kids

2010

you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by

Legend of the U.S.S. Titanic

Jaime Brockett

Remember the Wind and the Rain

Now old Jack Johnson 
He was the toughest man in the whole wide world, 
He used walk around whoppin' people up side the head
Makin' all sorts

Mind of a Lunatic

Geto Boys

Uncut Dope: Geto Boys' Best

1992

the week ends
The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head 
Sit down, and watch you bleed to death
I hear the sound of your last breath
Shouldn't have

police need to get trained, even in their sleep
Fuck around, make a nigga put it to your head lice, don't it?
Come here, gon' tell you how to get that

What Ya Wanna Do?

Ice-T

The Iceberg/Freedom of Speech...Just Watch What You Say

1989

stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city 
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that

Hey hey what's all the racket
Hey hey
Hey hey what's all the racket
Hey hey

I can't be in two places at once but I can be in one place twice
I can't

AND CARLY WALKS
INTO SAME HALL AND ROLLS HER EYES.
SAM: AND WHAT AM I AGAIN?
KID: PRETTY AND SWEET.
SAM: THANK YOU.  NOW THE NEXT TIME…
CARLY INTERUPTS BY

What's that say about me, hey?
Well, people think I'm talented
I don't think that I'm talented
And if you want to rant about it
I can make it scandalous

to keep yo head up cause you'll never be alone
That's fasho
I know the code, just feel this music in your soul
And let it go
Roll another wood up, then you

Why am I why am I not viewed as a human
Why cant I just live in peace 
Why must I get harassed by the police 
Why must I be on the ground
Why

It's so

were having a party
We lightin' up the sky with the burnin' star
Throw your hands in the air
If you know who you are
Cause we jumpin' around with

I'm paranoid, paranoid
I been moving fast lot of shit that I avoid
Gotta take care for my nigga ain't no choice
Ridin in my rolls glass tinted with

this all around in the cup
Ain't seen you all in a minute wassup? Huh, what?
Nah, man, no one wants to sit here lookin' at your butt!
The people say they

believe in 
Hard to confront the truth of what you see in the mirror 
Some people you inspire and others you trigger 
Fightin' in blind faith, led by

to seduce a
Super Head type of seducer
The silence is screwed in front
Of the 9 Ruger you done when I see see
You you countdown pimp
Who you know parties in

and do right fam
So fuck what they talkin' bout
3 months later caught em slippin' by his momma house
Shhhhhh
Just another fuckin' day feelin' paranoid
Tell

Freedom Time

Lauryn Hill

MTV Unplugged No. 2.0

2002

Bound by the strategy
A systematic deprivaty
Heavy as gravity
Head first in the cavity
Without a bottom
A fate, worse than Sodom
What's got 'em, drunk off

Deathmate Black

Open Mike Eagle

Dark Comedy

connected by the rhythm and blood
Two extremes of faithful and paranoid
But neither ever really saw what it was
Every step a man is ever making
Was only

Check This Dig That [Bonus Track]

T.I.

Trouble Man: Heavy is the Head [Best Buy Exclusive]

2012

I say now check this dig that, dig that, dig that
Hey, check this dig that, you know I be getting that
Money in them big stacks, you broke I can

to stay

Hey Dad, Hey Mom

Head stuck in a cycle, I look off and I stare
It's like that I've stopped breathing
But completely aware
'Cause you're giving me

imagining
When it comes down to it and you find you're on your own,
All you can do is throw back your head and shout
Hey!

BRIAN:
Hey hey, hey yeah
SUSAYE:

where
We let our nuts hang
Peel your motherfuckin' cap
I put the city on the map
Crackhouse in '92 is what new
Niggas call a trap
I'ma keep it gangsta