on my mind All my feeling denied, (feel like) I want to die State of mind Don't know where I'm going on But I've go to get away State of mind
the highway with them drugs Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main $hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave this game State to state, plenty
to touch ya Known to rock the cooles with the liquid rhyme structures It's the man with vocal tones that hurt words to broken bones I got flows throughout
ain't about nothin' but self satisfaction Everythin' else is just a bonus. Open the doors, let the savage in Hard rhymes begin. Rap is in a state of
Bone-Thugz-N-Harmony [Intro 1] (Just) Bone and Biggie Biggie We gonna rock the party Just Bone and Biggie Biggie (repeat 3X) Rock the party, party Yes Bone
think its time to size me up From my face down to the floor Take twenty paces back I won't be living anymore, so Click save on this state of mind because
[Lord Jamar - interpolation of Grandmaster Flash's "The Message"] A child is born with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind God is smiling on
and Paul] Demolition of bodies, smashed and broken, piles of guts, moist and steaming Tendons severing, brains are boiling, unburied corpses in state
by sundown, Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state. We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle, Half way 'cross Alabam, And that 'hound broke down and
defied the laws my mind mandates Patching jugulars with Band-aids The turn on you laid well above my bed Were here and only barely through the shock of what her broken
you're clever and they despise a fool", He was right. Social intelligence merely requires agreement and compromise. * The boundaries are becoming narrower as the State
I play to win livin in the sin will it end So let the G ride slide county state to state Cause I wont hesitate to distentigrate One time evil mind thuggin
I woke up high over Alberquerque On a jet to the promised land Working on a T-bone steak a la carte Flying over to the golden state Ah when the pilot
frank, Let my inflection be crystal clear. This mess that you've made, it's a six-foot grave. It's a home for your lonesome bones that remain. We'
the hip-hop (Johnny Blaze) Maximilli-on Maximilli-on [Verse One: Method Man/Johnny Blaze] I breaks it down to the bone gristle Ill speaking Scud missle
miles out of Atlanta by sundown, rollin' 'cross the Georgia state. Had motor trouble it turned into a struggle, half way 'cross Alabam, the 'hound broke
out of Atlanta by sundown rolling out of Georgia state. Had some motor trouble that turned into a struggle half way across Alabam. That hound broke and