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I'm the lady in the mirror
Primping up and starting my day 
I'm finding beauty marks and imperfections 

I'm the skull ruminating 
just me and myself

and we'll control the ops
From taking sodium and soda pop, they rebuilt me like Robocop
Blast ether! Firing fireballs at a blasphemer
Fast reader, light

I am the painted child, the maker of confusion
With rainbows in my hair and magic on my face
A phantom of the street, an optical illusion
Who hears

My Reality

Massacra

Signs of the Decline [Bonus Tracks]

that¹s fit to print
Follow up story another eventful day
My reality
Readers eager to violence
Life of decadence
Hearing of evil broadcasts
Hope it never

Tending to the city's broken heart
Little question marks linger over lonely people
In the diner after dark
All cooing in their tiny china cups

Marks and scratches 
Along your back 
Stretch marks all on your ass
Bout to put it in
Till I blast 

Life’s a blast
Well for real 
It sucks 
But

this ain't the truth literally how
Cause bible readers no I'm dropping nuggets that be biblically sound
So ima exit with a grin and a smile I'm out
Mark

Like an optical illusion
Change perception of the masses
Keep you blinded wearing glasses
Submission and obedience to the evil politicians
And the laws

Straight Spittin

Rampage

The Imperial Album [Clean]

1998

As I speak the shit to put my name on the list
The small thug with a slug put a mark on his wrist
A tattoo of pyramids, puttin' hollows in clips

they on top
They all marks
And its an outlaw holocaust
When I got the sawed-off
Niggas gettin' halved off
Yer, nigga beware
Stand clear
This

Straight Spittin

Rampage

The Imperial Album

1998

Nigga with the 6 story, throw em off the cliff
As I speak the shit to put my name on the list
The small thug with a slug put a mark on his wrist

years of lemonade
Heat of summer woke cicadas made to mark the decades
And it's boiled over, killing with CO2 like shaking baby with the soda
Coral reefs

this instrument I'm given, let me not dismiss what the Witness says
So I digress, I digest with the reader's version I'm given
Eat the word like I'm

Still Shining

Busta Rhymes

The Coming

1996

Stay away from fake motherfucks like Mark Fuhrman
Got your whole entire "Little House on the Prarie" burning
Stick me for my rhyme like you stuck me

I'll say it politely,
Bass heavy, I don't take it lightly
Mark the box with check like Nike
Not saying I'm the best, but I might be

I'm doing my dance

I can feel it in my heart
Don't need a optical lense
And we drivin' the Benz
We the man like it's Mark

We the dear, you a doe
Clearin' rockiest roads

The trows kind live amidst old trees
But mankind lost all capacities
And will to see

Mari-morgans, pagan sons
And readers of the runes
Don't forget the way,

a mirror on the cover
and be like fuck us and all our readers, even this motherfucker
If I was your mental stress I'd be catching up
If I was your headaches

that mark of the beast.
Peter, Do you love God more than these?
Reader, do you love God more than these?
Believers, Do we love God more than these?
If we

to God but I don't hear nothing back, matter fact maybe I been talking to myself in echoes
On your mark, get set lets go
To somewhere they'd never know

Please stay away from here
Please do not come over near
All the kids
They deserve a proper f*cking future
All you selfish jerk
You are not mind reader

Please stay away from here
Please do not come over near
All the kids
They deserve a proper fucking future
All you selfish jerk
You are not mind reader

and say maybe, dis very special I drink
Dese optical lenses is vicious, I seen dis shit pay attention
Dis game I’m taking it ova, I’m lyrical genius
Mixed

I'm trynna do better
When it rains it pours
I brought my umbrella
Engine stalling, I take off with propellers
If I leave my mark
You gon feel a tremor