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You better dig deep and find soul
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'Cause you're lost, need guidance, which way to go
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People are despicable, unpredictable spirits
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Calling out so all you weak-minded hear it
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To take control over your mind and body
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Hip-hop is more than just a flow in a party
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Strike down the unoriginal hypocrites
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Let 'em burn at the stake like chicken strips
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Fried cut up denied respect
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Some have lost their lives and ided through their neglect
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May they all rest in peace where they lay
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Where we continue to struggle and live our lives day to day
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Chorus:
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What do you see when you're looking into the eyes of a madman
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on the verge of insanity?
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Looking out the window i see the animals in the darkness
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the fearless, the scandalous, the heartless
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The heartless roam bare chests, woman with bare breasts
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Hollow, follow the sun God, Apollo, wake up tomorrow
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with yellow eyes seeing visions of explicit visits
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to th eother side with precision
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temporarily losing my head stedily
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falling heavily on y shoulders
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getting me on my achilles hell, i fell
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like somebody pulled the plug from my brain
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signals indicate i'm on my way, open the gates, be insane
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psycho babble, constant battle with myself
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pop the top on the pain killers on the top shelf
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i need help to maintain my mental health
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but overall, i'm doing what it takes to get my shoe in the door
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from two charectors behaving like bad actors
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not sticking to their roles causing more drama after
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the show is over, i feel like a soldier
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caught between two brigades
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which one am i to aid
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Chorus:
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What do you see when you're looking into the eyes of a madman
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on the verge of insanity?
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Looking out the window i see the animals in the darkness
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the fearless, the scandalous, the heartless
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If there's ever road ahead, then cars will be crashing
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high in front of their lives flashing by
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no time to ask why
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you know how it is in the city we roam
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you're crazy, therefore you're making me go cyclone
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all pursuits go in a stole Lo-lo
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followed by the rival L.A. 5-O
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narcs are led to the dark, then brought down
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to the concrete around downtown
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i personally take care of
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all you wicked ass hollywood sheriffs
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what if one night you just come
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beating on a wicked drum?
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i'm going through a quick view of what i thought
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was my mind being torn apart?
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Chorus:
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What do you see when you're looking into the eyes of a madman
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on the verge of insanity?
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Looking out the window i see the animals in the darkness
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the fearless, the scandalous, the heartless
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Temporary Insanity
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The Psycho Realm |