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to instill

Some seek control
By grabbing hold of their lives
In a futile attempt
To help themselves survive

I dig myself
Into a much deeper hole
to dig my hole deeper
It's off to H-E double hockey sticks I go

I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I want to dig my
to dig my hole deeper
It's off to H-E double hockey sticks I go

I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I want to dig my
closer to death, I feel closer to death now
Candy-coated pain is like a ball and chain
We only dig deeper by running away

It's deeper than what it
To your skull To your chin Blam! Now tell me who the brother with the biggest balls rising From here to Reno pesky like a mosquito Tougher than Scarface so
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
Dressed in ICEBERG, senese still attached
Rockin a gator, fake rolly, hollow links to match
I sit back and watch, as you dig yourself deeper
Digits all
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?

Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If your ass step I'ma be downtown man
4th floor bound man that's
offering 
This game something deeper.
My eyes only see these
That's why I'm definately bugged out.
Learned to know how.
Well to do now.
By 18, turned
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap 
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!) 
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
the fickle dawn

I have got some business out at the edge of town
Candy weighing both of my pockets down
'Til I can hardly stay afloat, from the weight
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
crack an evil grin
Lyrics bring death from the microphone Mac-10
Sucker MC's, you ain't down with the Syndicate
Try to kick game, but end up talkin
frightened by the Compton night stalker.
When I got you by the throat you better be a fast talker.
Times running out for your program.
Better hide from
iron I'ma roll wit em
Mama don't pray for me I don't back down from no nigga
They got a place for me

See I want millions, hundreds and big thousands
and throw them thangs
Nigga figure he's bigger, dig a bigger ditch, ah
Fool I'm holdin' the trigger
Finger got the itch, uh, stitch
Or better yet chalk 'em up
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
another level of the pyramid
Where you at?
I lived in Medina Heights
The media couldn't do without me
Dig deeper, I'm eating you from underground
How are
My father is the son and the moon is his daughter
My mother the Earth, she gave birth to the seed
From a lifeless ball of clay, empty as a hollow reed
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap 
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!) 
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
crack an evil grin
Lyrics bring death from the microphone Mac-10
Sucker MC's, you ain't down with the Syndicate
Try to kick game, but end up talkin
85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders
styles 
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real 

Episode #2: God's Gift 

I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware 
It's