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the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
the mind
Eight, take the head of a snake
Seven, behold Armageddon
Six, ain't no love for the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by
the '99
What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh
It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo

I got a big bang theory my hardcore
Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore
Four score, seven bullets (Yeah hit the floor nigga!)
Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you
Got a real fine freak with a real big butt
She gets real ill when she hears my cut
Got two Cadillac's one blue, one gold
With straps on the back
And they all died (they froze their asses off)
The oceans and Pangea, see ya wouldn't wanna be ya
Set in motion by the same big bang!
It all started with
the game
But the game behind the game
Down to the remaining
Seconds of this record
Anatomy of a murder
Intensity of a mystery
Dead and gone
the game
But the game behind the game
Down to the remaining
Seconds of this record
Anatomy of a murder
Intensity of a mystery
Dead and gone
City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by the block
I
You better hope I'm chained up, shackled with a yard
I'll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech
Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you
the mystery
I'll rewrite Ancient History
Please tell me baby what I gotta do
I'll sail around the Seven Seas for you
Anything to get you back to me
I'll
to the floor
Within a single second, I become Hardcore
I knew this morning, it would be one of those days G'
I missed them suckas again, but hit a lady
Step uncorrect and get blackened
The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote
J.C. and Hacken-sack
Step uncorrect and get blackened
The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still
a hundred twenty three nine hundred and ninety nine
thousand convicts
Wanted by the beast in the hellified streets
With nullified beef and combat swamp rats
Intro/Hook (x2)

(*The hardcore rap act is back!*)
(*Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin?*) HARDCORE!!!
(*The hardcore rap act is back!*)
(*No I, no I
"All you see is" and then you know
Big, big, you know some block silver letters
That said "crime in the city' right?"
"It just took up the whole car?"
of the Great Big Muddy 
Where the shotgun houses stand 
I am seven years old and I feel my daddy 
Reach out for my hand
 
While I drew breath no one missed
check it
a hundred and fifty seven thousand victims in a second
gotta give it up for brigitte and ted brand new newly-weds
there's nothing i would love
get rep to it 
You get  by on record but you wack on stage 
So I'm  blowing you up  throwing hand grenades 

[Parrish Smith] 
That's why we roll
actin silly"
I knew I had her trapped with my hardcore rap
And it wouldn't take a second 'fore I had her on her back
Foolin with the bra strap, threw
on this joint so I'ma be the big wheel
Watch it Slim, hey Dad, place yo' bet on seven
Peace to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, one-to-the-hundred-eleventh
Hey
on this joint so I'ma be the big wheel
Watch it Slim, hey Dad, place yo' bet on seven
Peace to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, one-to-the-hundred-eleventh
Hey
straighter
Than the big bamboo
No' Ifs', no 'Buts'
Benjamin is honest
As coconuts, la la la

Oh no,  not he
How you can accuse him, is a mystery
Save him, take
"All you see is" and then you know
Big, big, you know some block silver letters
That said "crime in the city' right?"
"It just took up the whole car?"