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Call me the Maestro, the tight flowing psycho
That gets the whole night blowing like nitro
You'll catch a cardiac-arrest or a heart-attack
Where ever

on our first
But I will admit, nine months in space
Creates an awful thirst

The drinking did commence
And the party carried on
After a while I got up

No divine purpose in the 'burbs, just a surface world
Perfect his and hers, second specimen a girl 
Searching for the world within myself, what would

wine
I bet the people at the party had a good ole time
Then Jesus healed his homeboy's mama 
The fever left her All Glory to the Father cause

G.O.D is

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tryin' to run up on me, looking all sharp-eyed Outside, sittin' over there
Parked by the curb

Get Hyped

DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince

I'm Looking for the One (To Be with Me) [#2]

that I am best and
Muscle bound rhymes that's why I'm flexin
Um de dumb de dumb dumb di
When I walk by girls cry cause I'm fly
Dang digi dang de dang

But it's not that easy….
We be chillin by that Easy Bake
Bakin bars all day
We be makin a masterpiece
You expect a taste? No way
We be chillin by

and it's one hell of a stink

And you know, we turn the party out
Is hip-hop in the house? Without a doubt
High low far wide east west north south
Is hip-hop

group, six chairs, mixed pairs
I'm a psycho I'm sick there
Better order from machines get my ticket there
No face, no humans, voices
Set a standard

over all your comments, chilling in the ocean
Floating on the surface on the UAE
This shit I eat is duck confit
The shoes I wear are worn only by me
I

Unborn

Reveille

Bleed the Sky [Bonus Track]

2001

You better check your pulse,
I think the hearse went by

Shut the fuck up and listen
Before you're down to nothing without a pot to piss in
Your

bound to miss
Round peg in a square hole
I'm in no shape for this
Boxed in by fear for the wall in my throat
I cannot make a sound
So I change faces

that sits on the surface
As they dance on in bliss
I be wanting the blood to drip it's hurting
As I quit
No more banging my whip on my own back
I'm

Dread head shake em like a rasta look like bob Marley
Bitch a Barbie, but she hella crazy so I call her Harley
And my niggas psycho they the type to come

Vandalised my mind, the relationships I tensioned
Never scratched the surface of the dreams that I was destined
Too broke to pay attention, never learn my

To wash it all away

Disdain
Left to grow within us
Buried deep underground
Our work
Has been left unfinished
Untouched by both parties

When you're gone

becomes ugly watching the funds and judging by numbers
hundreds of fronters and some are amongst us
my favourite emcee displaces them with ease
dissociates

Load Up

Daz Dillinger

This Is the Life I Lead

2002

Diggy Daz about to surface like hot air balloons
Leaves and platoons, hoes and harlots, hoes and Harley's
D-A to the Z, rock with that

opponents get fatigued from a moderate breeze
Movin at moderate speeds my mouthpiece
Bout to run round these with ease victory guaranteed
Keep the party

Pop them pills goin' matrix slow-mo
Opps are a no-show
They'll get dropped by the car load
Tryna get top from Demi Lovato
When I'm pullin' up you better

up
Under me weed and me look psycho, if you diss me an nuh dead you a live by luck
Way man a beat up the big bryco shot a drop like truck nose region

Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Uh
Cycles of psilocybin leave me psycho And suicidal
Like Michael my mind is rotten I'm
Off my rocker but baking soda might Get it

how I'm hyped about the future 
I could be a psycho someone better call Clap Trap
I'm the reaper better be gone before I hit the scene 
Everybody look

Killing no innocent when me target di one
Shoot up dem head, watch di Galil a bounce
Make di party fi stop
Spent shells, 50x50 plus two hundred rounds