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What is testing high to take the pain away ?
No twinkle in my eye but I feel the rage
Clenching fist by my side and my heart is racing
Don't care about

Yeah, yeah, yeah, remember me?

The hype man that came in to blaze shit
Brought in by the white man like I came on a slave ship
and chains; no master can

we fuck on
The dresser I hit
It so raw I did not take my measures
(Good Good) Good weed codeine mix
That together chase your dreams
Got loud got white

Geembo's Theme

Arsonists

As the World Burns

1999

slap a man from here to Amsterdam until this track's the jam
Cause that's the master plan, 
You know I have to slam out in Pakistan 
Make your crew

Get Ghost

Threat

Sickinnahead

1993

[Threat]
Who is this at my do'?
It's the three pigs with a two-by-fo'
They must be lookin for John Doe
Well anyway, motherfucker here I go
So catch

Driven by one hundred forms of fear

I've been trying
To deny this all
For too long

To keep my mouth shut
And it's got me nowhere
To expose you
I cannot

Take Me Home

Insane Clown Posse

Forgotten Freshness, Vol. 3

2001

fresh MC I know you'l like

I gots mad love for everyone on this track
this rob rollin strong on a hoop attack
samantha's my daughter, my mom is my mom

Baby, village man in the mix, okay
I'm in the birds, in the skies, in the palms by a tree
Picture me, probably skiing on my sleaze
In the sleet, then

don’t do that Na uh
I’m on that gas sir it was grown by a master
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that’s coming they keep coming faster
I don’t

Pencil

GZA

Pro Tools

2008

it graphically
Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter
Horrific torture, by prolific authors
Shape and mold MC's, like I'm playing the skelly top

Feel like every song that I drop a week is a hit 
Mix, Master, Engineer, Produce my shit

If u don't know by now
This that Newmark Sound
If u don't know

I put the helmet on my mic and tackle MC's
I break backs of fat tracks and freeze
And get up on these, and hit your knees
Trick, can do what you do

Feel the bass bump
Tell the crowd to jump jump
See the bodies thump going dumb
Dunk it I'm numb
I mix a 5 hour with a red bull
You'll need a shower

Yeah
I just made a call on the money phone
To the bees in the trap for the honeycomb
Servin fiends on the track wit the runny nose
Skeeet slat slat

on a fat
Blunt blowing on some grass
I be blazing on a track
Blowing on a pack
It be hazey in the lab
I'm surrounded by the gas

I'm surrounded by the weed

Mix and hold a conversation
Master of the medicine vibration
Like damn it's him, he's out the casement
Like a dementia patient pacing
Lace the embalming

Hush

Talib Kweli

Hush

2007

it's like this, word
In this life every night I'll find the right type in the mix 
Like Jack and Coke with limelight
Funny how we do wrong things

Ankle Blues

Da Lench Mob

Guerillas in tha Mist

1992

out like that
That's when I let his ass have it with the gat
Shot him in his back, stopped him in his tracks
He will never sell dope to another

Sometimes I'm walking by myself, talking to myself
Sometimes I'm talking to myself, talking to myself, yea

Everybody's trapped in dreamland
Dark

it up.Hop on a track on every beat i eat it up. We gone bust his head don't aim for feet or aim for guts.Told myself can't never ever go back to being

an experience, aye
Look in the mirror like that's me
Produce it, then mix it, then master it
I can do all three
Hold up actually I can do more
Writing these

The way I throw up 
On these tracks take my appendix 

They ain't wanna hear me out 
They shoulda listen 

I'm getting older so 
My heart be so

We ain’t got the time to worry ‘bout what mix and match
We ain’t got the time to worry ‘bout what’s this an that
Too fly
Barely even getting by
All you

out my mind with know where left to go
I had to hit the booth mix tracks on tracks and do up shows
Then things got worst all that's left to say free bro