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Paranoid

Mac

Shell Shocked

1998

thangs so sweat it 

I felt relieved as I turned on Generaltila 

I saw my niggas pop out a store in a black impilla 

So I popped to, then I jumped

The Game

Mac

Shell Shocked

1998

a game in my vein

Verse 1:  Mac
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be another

we looking through?

I'm looking through 2 black holes with vibrational control
For those playing Regan MacNeil role
This man with Ankh threw away

I'm a haphazard
The elephant in the room was the fly on the wall 
Anti-Z0 fuck what's cool by ya'll 
My whole camp fire nigga Kumbaya 
My whole camp

niggas" lately
You ain't up on this paper chase, say the fuck out my way P
'Cause while we been broker than a bitch, time been blowing by
So y'all can all

make it July and it's still winter 

Put my name in the rafters
Half rapper half raptor
More lines than protools
You get mixed by the master
Slick as oil

I'm down for my pay..
Coz if you wake up in the morning with nothing in the pocket take a step back, 
And know that time don't stop but life got second

I be skiing in the alps of Columbia
With a black pretty lady eating waffles
Like a Belgian (Woah)
Grinding up on her behind for a second
Till she

Cause I felt so alone
I felt like nothin'

I felt nothing more than this
Wanted to lie down in the streets
And just quit
Give it up

And now that i'm

just too black and decker kid is deadly like I'm dexter
Stared in my reflection, super faulty as the flexor
Had to think bout my confession, still keep

another one

Finding my way stuck in my way  
Thinking
What do I crave I'm feeling drained
Drinking 
Lost in a place hit by the wave
Sinking
Beginning

the loot
Walk in they leavin and come up a few
Reachin n leachin in hope for sum views
Sowin and reapin is all that i do
Blowin a bleezy its keepin me cool

and bundle of your cash
Charge it 2 da game, some of your hearts ain't in the game
I paint pictures like an artist and my heart is full of pain
That's why my

I love soul food corn bread and greens
I was thinking Fregie nice with black eyed peas
On the side of my southern fried steak
Smothered in gravy its

Dig up ya tomahawk like a Cherokee 
Meanwhile I'm leaning back 
Black tower of Pisa 
Drive by when its late night 
And catch a body when ya sleeping

I

leave this city, when i paint it black
Don't look for me, I'll be right back

Come with me
And you'll be 
Melting in
A pool of your creation
	
Lets unwind

Sex and the drugs is what she worships
Her black heart is what I was lost in
I could have escaped but I was desperate
My mind-state was so restless
I

Lights off
Lights on
Coma
Tried one
Woke up dreamin
Maybe I'm still sleepin
Alive
Faking
Mannequin in the making
Human condition
Got 2020 vision

step on you
You know that we step by two
N*gga f*ck the black and blue
Send a shot and buss yo tune
Send a rock out pot like moon
I be standing on my

Talkin' Dirty
Written by Thomas Haden, Eddie Kilgallon, Don Gatlin


Under the hood of his black Corvette
Covered in grease, oil and sweat
Lookin'

Yeah
Mind is racing ye
I don't need your sympathies
Swervin' in that foreign that's my spaceship
Addy look like candy but it tasteless
Spillin' all this

called it,
 pre-up for round two, 

Those who came from the heavens;
They only came for resources.

And as the alien ant farm that we are depletes we reach

We empty out the night 
Try to fill it up with light 
To quell the noise within 
To make saints out of our sins 
We stitch the holes in the sky

the gang/ 
up close with the stick I don’t need to aim//
Goofy nigga wanna talk down on my name/ 
black man dead yea I know it’s a shame//
Wipe a niggas nose