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of madness in his eyes.  
  
Many men are fooled by his smile  
His superficial grace his charm his style  
Sardonicus is everybody's friend  
Sardonicus
It's not a place
It's a yearning
It's not a race
It's a journey

It's not an act
It's attraction
It's not a style
It's an action

It's
It's not a place, it's a yearning
It's not a race, it's a journey
It's not an act, it's attraction
It's not a style, it's an action

It's
It's not a place, it's a yearning
It's not a race, it's a journey
It's not an act, it's attraction
It's not a style, it's an action

It's a dream for
You're working like a monkey
Who's been training by a sick junkie
On a mission to get money
For a new suit and tie 

To wear to a reception
Yo man
Brother Madness Style, c'mon, let's let's do this shit
Motherfuckers done rolled on 'em
Nah nah it wasn't the gangsters man
It was, it was
Niggas wishin' I fell o-o-off
But I'm forever ill, that's by law
These commercial niggas keep jockin', killing's my only option
Ask about me boy,
insurance 

Not your everyday occurrence 

My rhyme torments MC's with the fear of God 

You'll be cursed like Farad, and struck by the iron rod
the projects
Small time drinkin gettin high with them armies
Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
I'm dealin with the madness, raised by a single
the projects
Small time drinkin gettin high with them armies
Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
I'm dealin with the madness, raised by a single
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
just super fly 

Bound for the boundaries 
No limits G 
Phat ass rhymes driven by my destiny 
Your style's in my pocket 

Proclaimed to regain
Unquotable, sociable thirty-eight caliber style swayin'
Open your mind to visualize what I'm sayin'
The products of the streets don't be playin'

It's a bloody
the fucking projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
And blasted on the spot before the pigs were
the fucking projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
And blasted on the spot before the pigs were
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
obsessed, by the sounds, the track possess
Intellectual, killer, special majestical
Ropin up the devils have em hangin from my testicles
Nowhere to run
the madness
My style is wild, my son, my child, selective
?????????? tough, ???? rough and effective
I tangle ya, mangle ya, strangle ya and then maw ya
This
the madness
My style is wild, my son, my child, selective
?????????? tough, ???? rough and effective
I tangle ya, mangle ya, strangle ya and then maw ya
This
It could be the napalm, droppin' non stop bombs, 
Armed like vietnam, dominatin' like King Kong. 
Lyrical madness, step up, take up, and start
the fucking projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
And blasted on the spot before the pigs were
the fucking projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
And blasted on the spot before the pigs were
care, don't have two s***s to give
Let me take you by the hand to promise land
And threaten everyone, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by the hand to promise land
And threaten everyone, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know