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stuck in my head - so?
Hot leads escape my mind and thus I feel dead!
Do I think I'll ever figure out these ciphers? - no!
Then why do I try to find hope

it
They say Mega where you been shit I'm just doing me
Catch me out under the trees man keeping my bees
Believing in me please it's the best way to be

Last Dayz

Onyx

Gangsta Hip Hop, Vol. 4

1996

pistols and cash, we living in the last
My theory is, "Fuck it", sexy niggas get abducted
My corrupted is conducted, through ghettos, sipping Amaretto

Last Dayz

Onyx

Last Dayz [Cassette Single]

1995

pistols and cash, we living in the last
My theory is, "Fuck it", sexy niggas get abducted
My corrupted is conducted, through ghettos, sipping Amaretto

...The American Dream is dead
Cause things don’t turn out how they seem in your head
More money, more murder, and the scene is red
Cause the rich eat

reaffirm his tone,

Saddened by my haptics, acoustics: never-lacking, like Franklin Saint & Snowfall, got me cracking, 
Took a stick to the head, now I’m

Your minds been winded washed by a hub
The wave bands broader turn off the plug
Clandestine networks deceitful web
My spider senses detect a threat
Each

and the sire
I'm lighting fires
Your style is wack as two flat tires
It will only take a second
For me to just wreck it
Smoother than my body buck naked
I don't

Lately I've found you sneaking into my head
I thought that I was over it, that we're better off as friends
So tell me why I can't stop thinking about

pay
No more living in my head that's a cold dark place
With my blood, sweat and tears
I be ready for the game
Bring it back
I be trying to break

New York City
The shit's making Non Phixion not a conspiracy theory
I grab the Street Sweeper and the nine milli
And get on the horn and call my man

of the endin'
They took it out my heart,
Into my wallet, now I'm spendin'
This wall thats made of fallacies, Fake realities livin'
All of it was pretentious
I

album I copped
The Jungle Brothers Done by the forces of nature' 
check out the cover 
Afrocentric brothers just as dark as me
Hip Hop a guiding force

Every seam, ripping the spine
Just to live out his dream?

These are the words the World can't rape away from me

Thoughts in my head, the worlds haunting

Rework the Angles

Xzibit

Always Bigger And Better, Vol. 1

2000

me? They all conspiracy theories 
Worthless, like testing Ev' defeats the purpose 
Since the beginning, intrigued by pot and attentive women

to head
Fight with heart instead
Contest me I learned bleeding
Seeking 'til this body's out of breathing
Say it with my chest
Contest me
1, 2, 3, 10, or 1,

most people wouldn't
It made things interesting

After that night, I couldn't get you out of my head
It was like you had purchased property inside of my

Jumpman
Super Mario can't even touch me
Padre hopped the border
Just to see the country
Murder every word
Then hang out with my homie Bundy
Chicken finger,

idiots, I'm like Phineas
Smart as shit, I'm serious
10 out of 10 times
Imma keep rolling that boulder
They in my ear by my shoulder
Tearing away at my flesh

a boss (fa sho)
You can tell by my behavior (Uh)

I just be chasing the bag in an orderly fashion
I swear I'm a rapping assassin (keep going)
These niggas

emerald's power allows me to feel
I can't see a thing
But it's around somewhere
Gonna hold my head 'cause I have no fear
This probably seems crazy,

back
I never ceased waiting for another opportunity to be pleased
No more whirling in their dark circle
Couse it makes my head dizzy
Watch out for

instead you just miss my head
Not a diss I said
No the Fleet I miss
I still hiss respect
I spit these bars with meaning behind them
So, you can go back

Personal Journalist

Sage Francis

Personal Journals

2002

and writes without having to think twice
Without asking for advice, letting the scalps peel
Having brains picked by head lice before the scabs heal
His death