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goin ow
Imma take my fuckin head off
It's so loud can't hear a sound
I think these fuckers wanna take me out

If you see me you're a dead man
(Deadman

Big Bang Theory

CPO

Tha Eastsidaz

2000

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

your brain through acoustic
And anyway I do it
Depending on my choosing
Gon' make your life change
Mind frame is included
Without a cease, without

all up in my phone
I got her back and dumped her to the curb again
If i lose my head then i'm a Deadman
I'm not tryna be another Deadman
Lie to me, i'm

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

Turning trivial bitches heads on the spindle
Like exorcist Cos this shits my
Exodus My journey has been treacherous
Restlessness is my nemesis
And so Mary

you might have to grab me by my waist
You might have to put it in my face
Elevate, elevate
Since I can't innovate ya head
(can you do what sano like?)
I

Set it off!

Verse 1 (Hempzee#93)
In all I do I put a beauty to
By my obligation for creation for my crew
Whether it’s writing, rappin,

The mettle like Cyborg, they Ravin' bout me
I'm Robbin' white hoods, the K's on my D, woah (What)
No K4NV4S, blanked out, never, I'm blackin
On the keyboard

head
By those who want me dead
I’m forced out on the run
For secrets on my tongue
Wide open skies, burn out my eyes
It would take a hundred men or more

myself by these disasters in my life
I sank deep, deep, deep
And you didn't even hear my whispers and screams to my head under the water

Can you hear me,

Paying it Forward...

The Older looked out the window. It was a great day to play, but which instrument? The banjo? The Ukulele? The Basuki? He

thinkin to much for my own good
Boy get up out yo head like you know you should
It I'll kill ya like a drive by in the hood
Breath in
Breath out
I gotta pop

Built Pyramids

N.O.R.E.

Student of the Game

2013

you can't afford to pay attention
Catch me downtown by L.E.S.
Or up in Flatbush, Fort Green by dys, who you be with
My niggas I was locked up

Shoo shoo get the fuck out my bed
No disrespect I'd rather rather make money instead
Shoo shoo get the fuck out my bed
No disrespect I'd rather make

stickin out of a grave
In front of a headstone without a name (it's Deadman)
Comin back again
Rippin off your limbs
Like you ripped my pen
I won't never

Yeah, that man he a deadman, we knock off his head man
Yeah, bitch, cut off his limbs man, then throw em in a bin man
Yeah, bitch, I feel like rubber band

a deadman's heavy
I'm blacking out hear the ringing in my ears
The Devil is taxing now pay the toll with your tears
My fear living long enough to be like daddy

I don’t know why I’m so sad
I’m depressed lying in my bed
And I’m sorry for what I said
I got theses demons inside my head

Empty, I don’t why I feel

Scattered through my mental
Acoustics in my chamber
Just endanger instrumental
Fundamental rhythms are symbols
Of eternal power get devoured by my infinite

messing my obsessions with a violent scream
I try to lie to people like myself and say its music
But its just my voice recorded in a room with bad acoustics

This is the real life equivalent of a head on collision with
A theory nearing hearings, steering fear into a syllabus.
I'm building this abridged

Krazy

Makaveli

The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory [Clean]

1996

(Tell 'em bout it)

Last year was a hard one, but life goes on
Hold my head against the wall learnin' right from wrong
They say my ghetto

Dangerous MC's

Mark Curry

Born Again [Clean]

1999

Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave niggas
My Fulton Street niggas (hardcore for ninety-six)
Dangerous MC's

Uhh (check it out) uhh
Diamonds