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Styles P Blow Your Mind

blow, your mind (blow your mind!) You should just blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!) Blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!) [Styles

method to blow chrome, a common home From the P-Now, when P-O keep a tab on your style Seein if your piss is foul And daily thoughts on theme of madness

I ain't lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up Keep my rent split up Get outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!] Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch

Smoke the power cable, my sound gut to the core Blow your soundsystem, shut down your analog rough Now we flow and make your neck hurt Resale at 95, kid your

waitin to blass your nation slash like Jason and bash your face in We ass lacin top bodies and half in the basement Our style, cast you so bad you'

all, all y'all Wasteland warriors, we stressed We stressed, we stressed War corruptin' my mind Wasteland warriors ride War corruptin' my mind Wasteland warriors ride War corruptin' my mind

...D-D-DPA...D...D...DPA... D-D-DPA...DPA...D-D-D-DPA..D-D...D-D-D-D-P-D-P-A You savor drug pattern awareness (Yeah man, DC got it) You God damn right

-P is fucking lethal Like a African disease killer people And it's true I'm messing with your whole crew till you're bogling Cause your style is now off

control of your soul Young or all be bold because it's a sight to behold [Chorus:] Sticks and stones might break your bones but Pos is gonna blow your mind