dirty, battle anybody who's worthy The only player out with a CT jersey You see me, heard me, felt me, purely The sickest on the earth, ain't no shit to cure
buy a khaki pants And all of a sudden you say a Indiana Jones An' a thief out gold and thief out the scrolls and even the buried bones Some of the worst
super heavy You're one step over the line Not what you seem, don't try and tell me I know what's really on your mind Once you get started you're out
a cure for this I don't want it Don't want it If there's a remedy I'll run from it, from it Think about it all the time Never let it out of my mind '
got fleas and everyone's concerned about Industrial Disease there's panic on the switchboard tongues are ties in knots some come out in sympathy some come out
you're able to fulfill your desire again. Feel free to loose your mind with me. Somehow I know we can make it, if we let go of ourselves. Cure this sickness
: There's snakes among us that I never bothered to find. Starry eyed and tongue tied, blurting out and rambling. "On and on and on" Just hit repeat
feeling low I've been feeling alone the things I used to be I miss the things I used to see I need something again My oldest friends these cigarettes can't cure
talking to myself Anxiety has got me strung out and frustrated So I loose my head or I bang it up against the wall I do not mind if this goes on Cause
disagree It's entertainment, like "Terminator" on TV But some'll never see, you're stupid ignorant and blind The Lethal Weapon's the mind! [Chorus] [Ice-T] The mind.. Think! The mind
] Inspectah, rhyme beretta nine in ya sector Wet the scenery with extreme measures Supreme lecture, bless the heads, you dare enter the 9th Chamber, dance with the mind
Written by Kirk Franklin There's a man Standing on the corner with no home He has no food and his blue skies are gone Can't you hear him crying out And
cure my soul What I want is an open mind to free my life and kiss the sky (x2) Free my life, Kiss the sky Hey baby I'm freakin out right here Let'
: (featuring Attitude) What they say what they say what they say You speak out all you feel is defiance All you need is some self-reliance Cuz this
a khaki pants And all of a sudden you say a Indiana Jones An' a thief out gold and thief out the scrolls and even the buried bones Some of the worst paparazzis
the spine out the battery backs fuckin with mine keep it movin Now everybody just throw your hands in the......(phone rings) What the fuck? Peace - who this? [Streetlife] Mind detect mind
The Living Death Closing his icy grip around the whole planet Then the rumors started The last hardcore MC's.. were working on a cure .. that would END
dude) (You're dealing with the Bobby Steels) with power (the Bobby Steels) Now you are playing with power Verse One: I got your mind twisted Unrealistic