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Theory of a Deadman (Theory of a Deadman) · Theory of a Deadman [Bonus Track] (Theory of a Deadman) · Theory of a Deadman (Theory of a Deadman) · Theory of a Deadman (Theory of a Deadman) · Theory of a Deadman [Clean] (Theory of a Deadman) · Make It Your Sound, Make It Your Scene: Vanguard Records & the 1960s Musical Revolution (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Moda Lisboa: Dress Up and Make Up Your Mind (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Why Won't You Make Up Your Mind? [Remixes] (Tame Impala) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · Rocking Your Mind and Your Soul (Stephani'e) – and 90 other albums »


the safe at? Let's make em show us
And tell em hurry up, give up the loot that they owe us
We bringin it back, around the way to our peeps
Cause times are
into a recipe

Two scoops of sugar, baby
Sugar and spice, everything nice
Squash is defied, make up your mind
To find what the chef's been cookin'
is
Built pyramids, ground up from the streets
It’s that Q talk serious
What the theory is, some like to won at night, we the areas
Tell em what it
Say what you got to say.
Mix it in the middle.. Let evertbody play. Mix it up.

Drugs, That's a life of glamour
Comes crashing on your hopes like
in the air?
Yo did I make moves, did I make moves?
Yo, ow! Did I make moves yo, so check it out, yo

This is a theory that I've come up with
catch the story of your life on VH1 Where Are They Now?
And as for mine, I'll be sixty in my prime
Still science and theories, and droppin rhymes
Eerie as it may seem check your balance beam
It's the Half and Half Hypothesis the 50/50 theory
Eerie as it may seem check your balance beam
Now check
I didn't write but this I quote:
"It ain't where you put your words, it's where you don't"
End quote, and wit this in mind
Yo I bring flows more rare
Mix)

[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
I'm scannin the court, holdin the fort
Runnin your mind through a maze of pure lyrical tort
More real estate, keep my posse runnin
live Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I'ma hard rock
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up
But my gat close range, take his
pop.
Mix it with mine, blend it with yours.
Seeking a true force melange.
Never mind
Check the signs
Intertwine,
Cool: melange.
Ascetic aspects get no
'bout the golden gift that's trapped up in your mind
Gold soul theory, Indigo's on the rise
Letter, the prophesy professor 
I stay clever, long as the planet stay together 
Bring up praise from Mecca, make a phrase for the better 
In new days
Story time
Sways away the haze
They spent contemplating, formulating, theory siring above me swimming
Pay tribute to the few we look up to
Come
Story time
Sways away the haze
They spent contemplating, formulating, theory siring above me swimming
Pay tribute to the few we look up to
Come
copy 'em
Skeesos in my posse always tell me that I'm rockin' 'em
Old school, new school, make no, never mind
Your foundation's just been undermine
Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise
The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist

A brand new
Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise
The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist

A brand new
breaks your inner  mind body 

Got me sold like Hurachis  funk tracks up the ass 

make peace wit knock knees  the funk dwella in your cella 

no
hanging like Ernie and Bert
And in my idle head I'm thinking cool
Just when I'm thinking I'm going down your shirt
You're hiking up your skirt now
When I ride the beat 
Ain't no way to hide from the dark side 
Man of many men's till the very end 
And blend in and change my iden 
Just to mix up
[Verse 1 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject
The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set
I got tired of watchin "Good
to kicks but you ain't Cinderella
Better pick 'n' mix a blender make the chicks look better
Thinking about the theory, makes me wish that I was pissed
Story time
Sways away the haze
They spent contemplating, formulating, theory siring above me swimming
Pay tribute to the few we look up to

Come
free

Their flesh begins to rot
what's left of what they've got
a boring life is getting old
mischief won't turn to gold

By going back to burning