Dec. 20th 2012 Lyrics by Deacon Burns This life is gonna be the death of me I’ll never get out of this world alive Live and let die In God We Trust Gold, oil, and drugs There’s no love, just lust, gots to get mine Now’s the time for the skies to part and Amun to shine But everyone’s blind so it’s all for not Blood, sweat and white snot I got the Coumadin for you blood clots! I’m sick on the mic Better wise up Janet Weiss and build your thighs up Life is fucked up, so I stay fucked up. Bitch, so what’s up? Yeah I’m from the Burbs but these geeks stay strapped up. So I suggest you back up before my wheels roll over your Jordan fours! (Oh No!) Drug addicted, sex addicted, narcissistic, psychotic, twisted, neurotic! Get as much as you can Live as fast as you can Use everybody you can Screw everybody you can In these last days of man gotta make a stand before the ball drops and the world pops. While Jesus Saves I spin again and again A gambler that can’t win as I fight the devil within Like Buddha battling Mara, lord of desire engulfed in fire Like Richard Pryor, free-basing while drenched in liquor I’m Samson in between two pillars and the world’s gonna remember before it’s over! Piss in the boot, Ladders and Chutes, I’m a mute surrounded by loud mouth bitches that think they cute. The rats and children follow the sound of the flute and I’m the Pied Piper/Sniper ready to shoot. Chasing dead memories like a hamster on a wheel as I squeal like this little piggy. My attitude is fucked up and real shitty. Especially, my homey, when the pill bottle’s empty. Religion is slavery in this land of rape and honey - Ministry of disease and money! Get as much as you can Live as fast as you can Use everybody you can Screw everybody you can In these last days of man gotta make a stand before the ball drops and the world pops. The songs of a slave are the sorrows of the heart One step above the grave (so be afraid of the dark) Purged only by blood, by the X make your mark One step above the grave (so be afraid of the dark) All Aboard on the Boat! Don’t get left by the Ark! One step above the grave (so be afraid of the dark) Slowly loosing grip as the world falls apart. One step above the grave! Life is a prison and God is the warden. When you die you get paroled and Hell is what you make it. Satan is a woman and she’s sexy when she’s naked. But don’t be deceived by the weave and the trinkets. Our love has been tainted, everything is X-rated Society full of bigots pointing fingers at the wicked Our children are lost, and condemned, and abandoned - like buildings, I’m screaming cause FUCK I CAN’T TAKE IT! Get as much as you can Live as fast as you can Use everybody you can Screw everybody you can In these last days of man gotta make a stand before the ball drops and the world pops.

O.C.D LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS Chorus This Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is giving me ulcers On a diet of soda and liquor ain't making it better Still i act like an actor frontin like i got it together My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure This Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is giving me ulcers On a diet of soda and liquor ain't making it better Still i act like an actor frontin like i got it together My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure Verse 1 Bruised, battered, beatin, bloodied, bodies, broken,barely Breathing, bleeding, heathen Jackal hyena cackling devil Rebel reveling in your pain and suffering you disgusting Miserable vomitous mass of filthy muck if you feel you can Surpass this class without getting stuck I commend you on your heroics but all for not you get got Now burn in hell and rot you rat rip tear stab cut bite punch Kick bitch slap a butch bull dike cunt nigga frontin on the mic Big willy like excitebike keep the kool aid spiked beat a Nigga over the head with a lead pipe Pills pussy powered peyote weed and red stripe like Kid Cudi Day and night anybody got a light Chorus This Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is giving me ulcers On a diet of soda and liquor ain't making it better Still i act like an actor frontin like i got it together My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure This Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is giving me ulcers On a diet of soda and liquor ain't making it better Still i act like an actor frontin like i got it together My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure Verse 2 Down, destroyed, distraught, disconnected, distant dope and Drugs got me acting different Disabled depressed dysfunctional dismal dark and delusional Damned and doubtful dumb dog don't bite the hand that feeds You you ungrateful son of a bitch i'm coming at you Cock the gat take aim when your in range gonna rearrange Your body structure i got cha Don't make a sound shit i swear i'll slit and slice your soul with A sword and slap you whore betcha the broke bum bitch we'll Back for more Rasta rage wit a lion's roar When i pet the cat like Dr.Claw and stick the dick to a chick In my boudoir like O.D.B i likes it raw weather unprotected sex Or uncut coke through a Mcdonald's straw Chorus This Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is giving me ulcers On a diet of soda and liquor ain't making it better Still i act like an actor frontin like i got it together My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure This Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is giving me ulcers On a diet of soda and liquor ain't making it better Still i act like an actor frontin like i got it together My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure Verse 3 On my last leg like fucked up furniture and it's torture How much do a nigga gotta suffer before i get some paper I'll admit it i'm a hater want to kill all the posers on the dark side like Vader hide in grass when i slither Leader of the mutants you can call me professor Xavier A monster with psychopathic powers Like that movie scanners i'll make you brain implode and Rupture Danger danger spit on a stranger I'll turn the track into a horror feature and i'll play the chainsaw Killer your the helpless victum screaming running through the woods at night with heels on only to trip and get your throat Slit so shut up bitch if i wanted to hear it i'll shove my arm Up your ass and work your mouth like a puppet so zip it The track is a runaway slave chop off it's foot degrade it Whip it and beat it Chorus This Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is giving me ulcers On a diet of soda and liquor ain't making it better Still i act like an actor frontin like i got it together My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure This Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is giving me ulcers On a diet of soda and liquor ain't making it better Still i act like an actor frontin like i got it together My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure

PUMP YOUR BRAKES Lyrics by Deacon Burns (Verse 1) Got a kite mentality on a rainy day when lighting is frightening when I've been drinking. (I'll) never stop spitting till they put me in my coffin, whether you ignore it or listen. Quick to drain any lyricists essence leaving only an organ-less, boneless, toothless, brainless bag of flesh. I'm like metal objects in the microwave punching hot shrapnel in your chest. Venomous lyrics, infected track. No antidote. So I suggest my dude you use the back door. Kounterclockwise in the front, talking loud, smoking blunts, downing shots, getting pumped. The show’s about to start, we tear the stage apart, the trigger got no heart, so be afraid of the dark. That's when freaks like me wander the streets, looking for beef, so stay at home before we meet. (Chorus) When we ride we ride low. Kicking in your door like POPO. Don't try to run, you're too slow. (You) better pump your brakes, whoa! When we ride we ride low. Kicking in your door like POPO. Don't try to run, you're too slow. better pump your brakes, whoa! (Verse 2) Your organ of hearing; consisting of external, middle, and internal ear Will now embark on this lyrical spark Transmitted throughout the atmosphere MC-s better beware of my dysfunctional and unstable mental. Crews get man-handled, left crippled & disabled, like me! I'll deflate your balloon mind-state and ego. Ni**as be short, better stand on your tippy toes. Baby here we go, strap yourselves in. It's about to blow, detonate the C-4. I ignite the mic, pack the pipe, think twice. I don't want no trouble but I'll shoot ya Bit@h! If you don't quit gonna break my foot off in your ass. Ni**a get! This ain’t no threat, it's a promise. I'm straight up serious. It's about to get dangerous. Chorus: When we ride we ride low. Kicking in your door like POPO. Don't try to run, you're too slow. (You) better pump your brakes, whoa! When we ride we ride low. Kicking in your door like POPO. Don't try to run, you're too slow. better pump your brakes, whoa! (Verse 3) Check one, two, as I rock the mic! Mentally in flight like a string-less kite. Hahahaha! Little ni**a this is fright night and they call me ‘The Count’ with platinum chains in your jugular veins. I'm like a dog with mange when I bite, Yipes! Dr. Strange got you in range, take aim, release the hammer, the bloodstains, the walls, the windows, the ceilings, the floors. Like Whodini I’m a whore from which it's like a lion when I roar. Find me in the ghetto on the corner like a liquor store. My spirit is torn fighting an internal civil war Full of guts and gore. I'm a wreck, looking for a place to happen. I'm a mess, my body's all bruised and broken. There's no rest for the possessed in their coffins. Just death surrounded by stress. Here's the ending… (Chorus) When we ride we ride low. Kicking in your door like POPO. Don't try to run, you're too slow. (You) better pump your brakes, whoa! When we ride we ride low. Kicking in your door like POPO. Don't try to run, you're too slow. Better pump your brakes, whoa! Don't try to run, you're too slow. Better pump your brakes, whoa! Don't try to run, you're too slow. Better pump your brakes, whoa!

OPEN - LYRICS DEACON BURNS Dealers get your quick fix ladies spend your WIC checks in the projects they got it "open" rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks in the Heights you know we got it "open" Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks down in EC they got it "open" This is broken-back-rap trick, hanging on, loosing grip They love it when I spit, I got it "open" I'm a walking talking living cliche of an entire generation raised by single women and television with no direction Deacon, once an angel of compassion now a child of sin, go figure Blotted mind Kounterclockwise against time backs against the wall me against them all even against myself this is a cry for help from a boy who cried wolf, take a look i'm like a crook with a loaded nine millimeter, with a hair finger temper mouth full of brown liquor, nose full of (hard narcotics) fu@k my oppressor and false deliverer we gonna get ya I wanna feel but my heart has no desire I wanna smile but these drugs got me wired i wanna die but this gun won't fire and I got a damn bloodlust like a vampire Dealers get your quick fix ladies spend your WIC checks in the projects they got it "open" rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks in the Heights you know we got it "open" Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks down in EC they got it "open" This is broken-back-rap trick, hanging on, loosing grip They love it when I spit, I got it "open" Today is just like yesterday and tomorrow will be just like today just another manic Monday thru Sunday saw my psychiatrist, suggests Prozac twice a day I done drove my girl away, my momma thinks i'm crazy, i'm even starting to scare me but i ain't afraid to tell you that i'm scared B, ecoto-morph lost in insanity it seems life has lost it's faith in everything warning the wise is killing this will probably be my last recording cause the way i be popping pills and drinking, i'll be dead in the morning but until then this lyrical lesson will keep you guessing, will he jump will he jump? i'm swan-diving off the terminal tower, a Kounterclockwise shower Dealers get your quick fix ladies spend your WIC checks in the projects they got it "open" rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks in the Heights you know we got it "open" Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks down in EC they got it "open" This is broken-back-rap trick, hanging on, loosing grip They love it when I spit, I got it "open" Dealers get your quick fix ladies spend your WIC checks in the projects they got it "open" rolling wheelchair tricks, polo shirts, and Tim kicks in the Heights you know we got it "open" Cops got their night sticks chasing kids who pull licks down in EC they got it "open" This is broken-back-rap trick, hanging on, loosing grip They love it when I spit, I got it "open"

The Beatings LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS Verse 1 You got me coming going leaving staying suffocating breathing in your Les of sin your words poison from what you saying I 'm just a slave so i'll behave i guess i crave the beating Let me go your so shallow but still i find myself drowning I can't swim in this glass of gin so bartender please keep pouring like The rain all on my brain it's such a game we're playing As i lie awake in piss i can't believe that this Is the way it turned out i'm a burn out razor to wrist As i lie awake in shit i can't believe that this is it And all i get is i can't get ain't this a bitch Chorus Wishing i was someone else somewhere else anyone anywhere someone else somewhere else anyone anywhere someone else somewhere else anyone anywhere someone else somewhere else anyone anywhere someone else somewhere else anyone anywhere someone else somewhere else anyone anywhere someone else somewhere else anyone anywhere someone else somewhere else anyone anywhere Verse 2 I can't stop until i drop and rot so i keep on going On and on the band plays on my heart been torn i'm dying One night stand now i can't stand and in the sand shes running While i'm in the snow my will is low wheelchair wheels keep on turning Life is like a jagged knife and in my back it's stabbing I try to run away everyday more crazy from waiting As i lie awake in piss i can't believe that this Is the way it turned out i'm a burn out razor to wrist As i lie awake in shit i can't believe that this is it And all i get is i can't get ain't this a bitch Chorus Wishing i was someone else somewhere else anyone anywhere someone else somewhere else anyone anywhere someone else somewhere else anyone anywhere someone else somewhere else anyone anywhere someone else somewhere else anyone anywhere someone else somewhere else anyone anywhere someone else somewhere else anyone anywhere someone else somewhere else anyone anywhere

Dirty Draws LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS Chorus Girl you got dirty laundry baby wash your draws Girl you got dirty laundry baby wash your draws Verse 1 This is for my ladies on the T.V crying to Maury because They don't know they baby's daddy Girl you gotta do your dirty laundry wash them panties And take responsibility for that creeping with no condom On that threesome cause the pendulum swings both ways Girl you gone off that E giving free love like you living in the Sixties with them little dirty panties got me feeling like Judas With a body that makes me want to betray my lady Jesus That ass is crazy and got the nerve to be married to this Dude who think he the baby daddy but jack the jokes on you So what you gonna do take a magnifying glass to them Underoos if you snooze you lose Chorus Girl you got dirty laundry baby wash your draws Girl you got dirty laundry baby wash your draws Girl you got dirty laundry baby wash your draws Girl you got dirty laundry baby wash your draws You are not the father Verse 2 You know you done fucked up when you crept on me Now i gotta fuck around cause it's only right You know the game girl but you can't run it right now Your mad cause i didn't come home last night I know your still sleeping around cause you think i'm sleeping Around oh yeah i'm doing her and doing you to what you Thought of course i'm gonna lie in you face because i can't Escape the vision of fucking my brother that shit done Murdered my pride i'm a sucker for bait played me for Bitch that day but hoe just wait making moves on your sister Gonna watch it shake baby give me a kiss tell me how her Twaut taste revenge is bliss and tonight i collect my pay By doing this girl forty ways from Sunday if i go you go Believe me and that's how it is when your panties got Skids Chorus Girl you got dirty laundry baby wash your draws Girl you got dirty laundry baby wash your draws Girl you got dirty laundry baby wash your draws Girl you got dirty laundry baby wash your draws You are not the father

Pipe Dreams LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS Verse 1 I just got in a fight with my girl i'm tight gotta get out tonight And get a shot of liquor hit a bar in the Heights ordered a Double twice took a look to my right that's when she walked Over all dressed in red i'm i alone she said i replied yeah She said whats your pleasure i said you she smiled and said Cool come on what you wanna do i told her whatever Chorus 1 Well i'm parked right outside she said lets take a ride and get lost in the night Baby your place or mine well i'm rolling with you because i Live with my boo She told me well that's just fine had me mesmerized by them Big brown thighs then she went and grabbed my pipe Well alright alright alright alright Verse 2 Hit her place at three offered me some Hennessy well you Know me i drink it down like a sailor cause i was trying to forget The big argument that i just had with my girl a little earlier Now it's getting deep she pulled back the sheets but i'm Feeling guilty every time that i touch her oh i gotta behave But she got ass for days and it's even shaved but i didn't Have a rubber Chorus 2 She said it's clean wet and tight don't wanna take a chance But mt Jimmy's mad hype I'm mad at my girl but i'm not that upset to throw away my life Then i hit the blunt and got more high then i started to think Well just this one time then she went and licked my pipe Well alright alright alright alright Verse 3 Woke up at eight oh shit i'm late looking in the mirror thinking What i'm gonna tell her now i'm headed home turn on my cell Phone my voice mail full blown wit my girls number hit the doorway where she was waiting for me in t shirt and panties Looking Sexier than ever she wanted to licky licky but my thingy was Just in this girls booty and i ain't shower Chorus 3 Hold on baby i'm fine she what the fuck you never pass on a Suck she said where was you at last night with Dino and Chuck And we got a little drunk she said motherfucker don't you lie Alright i met this girl but it was just this one time then she pulled Out a pipe Well alright alright alright alright

Song lyrics by Deacon Burns You don't wan't none here Baby back it on up you better Moonwalk You better Moonwalk You better mOOnwalk (REPEATS TILL FIRST VERSE STARTS) I was at Club Speed in the back smoking weed sipping on a Long Island Iced Tea that's when this little Dominican mommy caught my eye looking fly walked over and she said, hi - can i hit your blunt girl with an ass like that you can do whatever you want she started to giggle took two hits and she coughed a little yo the haze will put you in a haze that's when i heard her dude say, yo B you better step away from wifey or you'll be sorry what, don't try to play me cause you think i dress hippie you see me at the party with your lady hitting my philly if it's your bit*h i'm with then it's your bit*h you check respect watch your motha-ucking lip i mean it, i done dropped too much acid i'm psychotic sadistic and twisted aint no gimmick for the music You don't wan't none here Baby back it on up you better Moonwalk You better Moonwalk You better mOOnwalk (4x) Me and my girl in the back of the spot yo the place was hot, she wanted Remy on rocks I wanted one myself strapped on my seat-belt be back in a minute, yo this dance floor is hectic music mad loud made my way through the packed crowd yelling at the bartender, bring me a mescal in this place full of wolves an my sheep's all alone ni**gas trying to take my broad home she already told you she got a man but you keep hawking, trying to dance that's when i rolled over and i was like, damn get out my bitch grill you ain't paying the bills yo homey, you don't know me show some motha-ucking courtesy cause i'm too damn drunk to continue to act friendly look at my hips, you see the nine-milli You don't wan't none here Baby back it on up you better Moonwalk You better Moonwalk You better mOOnwalk (4x) Spend a little money for the booty but you can't rule my world like you own me you know that i got a lady yeah we crept and we slept, now take it easy stop calling my phone blowing up my spot trying to get me caught, leave me alone you already got your self a man stop being selfish, just beat it bitch shit, we could've still been kicking it and you too damn jealous and i ain't leaving my chick for you or no other, word to my mother keep it under cover and find yourself another she said, i'm gonna tell my brothers how you tried to play me out and they gonna take you out. word, write my address down, give it to those clowns, motha-uckers come and see me now You don't wan't none here Baby back it on up you better Moonwalk You better Moonwalk You better mOOnwalk

Replaced LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS Verse 1 Pulling the shutters on my dreams and future She's the death of me but still i need her And if i can't have her i'll kill her over and over My angel in a devil's skirt Smeared with aids blood covered me with dirt Chorus 1 Today i looked love in the face and died Buried alive in her coffin of lies Trapped inside but locked outside Held captive by demise Chorus 2 Now you'll die like me Now you'll die like me Now you'll die like me Now you'll die like me Now you'll die like me Now you'll die like me Now you'll die like me Now you'll die Die instantly Scratching Death death time to die Death x6 Die instantly Verse 2 Scattered wrecks of dim memories smother Wallowing in agony i'll forever suffer So for every tear your blood shell spell My dear revenge kills To the death my love For ever and ever i'll see you in hell Chorus 1 Today i looked love in the face and died Buried alive in her coffin of lies Trapped inside but locked outside Held captive by demise Bridge I'm so afraid of what i'm becoming Rapidly burning myself out from hating No past no future flickers like a clue With every single false encounter that i thought was true Chorus 2 Now you'll die like me Now you'll die like me Now you'll die like me Now you'll die like me Now you'll die like me Now you'll die like me Now you'll die like me Now you'll die like me Burn in hell Burn in hell Burn in hell Burn in hell

Milk Carton LYRICS BY Deacon Burns Chorus Tired of looking tired of searching tired of trying to find myself On the back of a milk cartoon Tired of looking tired of searching tired of trying to find myself On the back of a milk cartoon Verse 1 Have you seen me strapped for money stuck here in Hades Weed blow pills and Old E consumes me but i still fill empty In a world of platinum chains and booty on BET it don't do Nothing for me It's gotta be more than corner arab stores and whores selling D In white tees What happen to P.E i guess stop the violence don't make Whitey money So you gotta obey if you wanna make the pay Or stand in line And be hungry Cause the music industry is Phony and record execs writing Bounced checks is greedy We've lost are way no family just sluts on Maury hunting For they baby daddy Chorus Tired of looking tired of searching tired of trying to find myself On the back of a milk cartoon Tired of looking tired of searching tired of trying to find myself On the back of a milk cartoon Verse 2 Have you seen me broke from buying bling jerseys and Niky's In this age of hiv brothers still at the club drunk on henny Hunting for pussy Thinking monogamy is a Diana Ross movie Bring diseases Home to wifey What you thinking bout B 23 with more seeds then ODB I ain't your judge and jury but niggas a buy jewelry before Investing in there own community Rolling in there caddies on 20's 22's and 24's and it's sickening To me Stuck in Cleveland a condemned city where minds stay cloudy Liquored up and angry Everybody wanna be ballin shot callin but the tank is on E Chorus Tired of looking tired of searching tired of trying to find myself On the back of a milk cartoon Tired of looking tired of searching tired of trying to find myself On the back of a milk cartoon Have you seen me Have you seen me Have you seen me I'm on the back of a milk cartoon Have you seen me Have you seen me Have you seen me I'm on the back of a milk cartoon

Nothing More Nothing Less LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS Verse 1 Blinded by these New York City lights cocaine boogie nights From from crack to Christ i ignite the mic Pack a pipe think twice Got a kite mentality on a rainy day with lighting frightening When the Dec been drinking I'm a candle burning at both ends con artist with a conscience conning myself living contradiction feeding off My own emotions stagnant like a slinky on a escalator going No where living off a prayer and my hearts bare Life's a joke and the jokes on me cause ain't nothings funny When you don't got the money nothing really fulfills my needs I'm to greedy stingy trendy and phony to understand anybody Other than myself This is the dance of the puppets no sense of justice for the Spoon feed fetus All cause has lost focus for the soul among the soulless the Pain is endless and pointless Jesus save us Chorus Greatest power of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed We've lost faith in one another nothing more nothing less Verse 2 At this particular stage in my life i'm like fuck the world fuck Them girls fuck my friends don't nobody understand the Deacon but Ms Johnson i'm poison from corruption and Addiction slowly dying Abandoned God forgotten by children marooned in Abomination entire generation of sin full of fuckin suckin Lickin trickin creepin everybody wanna be ballin Love is blind and pussy is like a a seeing eye dog wit no Warning signs I done reached the end of the line Out my mind heaven and hell intertwined both got me confined At the same time Memory soon fades chasing hope away mislead by faith Innocence replace my love betrayed the bait is laid Trapped in a cage nothing more remains when your a slave All i had i gave it's all in vain Chorus Greatest power of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed We've lost faith in one another nothing more nothing less Bridge Get as much as you can live as fast as you can Use everybody you can screw everybody you can In these last days of man gotta make a stand Before the ball drops and the world pops Now you'll die like me Now you'll die like me Now you'll die like me Now you'll die Die instantly

Hide-and-Seek LYRICS BY Deacon Burns Downward It's working it's working It's working it's working Baby it's working it's working It's working it's working Verse 1 This is Kounterclockwise music for your eyes no longer can we Sit it's time to rise life full of maggots niggas and flies trash Ass and cash where does the truth lie as the youth cries hate Subsidies the planet is terrorized leaving no place to hide from That third eye (downward) god is a mirror in the sky color Outside the lines all in time all is time in the mind unfulfilled Ambition broken ladders to climb red wine white line blue collar Crimes stars got us blind nation on the decline flat line your Life line Chorus Olly olly oxen free what does the future hold for me i've Been punished for my crimes but still i can't peace of mind To set me free it seems that i've become my own worst Enemy tell me who to trust when can't trust me olly olly oxen Free (downward) Verse 2 There's no compromise to my demise i live fast drink fast fuck Fast life a lie through the eyes of the deprived where crime Pays and love is a waste of time where i'm from you either play Sports or rhyme sell crack or dimes poor and black back of the Line got to have a little esperanza to get by baby hold your Head up high and don't ask why we got to die don't know why we got to die Chorus Olly olly oxen free what does the future hold for me i've Been punished for my crimes but still i can't peace of mind To set me free it seems that i've become my own worst Enemy tell me who to trust when can't trust me olly olly oxen Free (downward) It's working it's working it's working it's working Baby it's working it's working it's working it's working Verse 3 Ready or not here i come wit that 808 kick drum kicking in your Eardrum no durag or platinum chain here son product of the Native tongue 3 feet high and risen em low end theory teaching Em Mr hood beating straight out the jungle screaming Mr burns Deacon the demon getting tired of preaching bout to start Killing motherfuckers pay attention one time Chorus Olly olly oxen free what does the future hold for me i've Been punished for my crimes but still i can't peace of mind To set me free it seems that i've become my own worst Enemy tell me who to trust when can't trust me olly olly oxen Free (downward) It's working it's working it's working it's working Baby it's working it's working it's working it's working It's working it's working it's working it's working Baby it's working it's working it's working it's working (Downward)

Broke LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS Chorus Break yourself fool Even if i gotta pull A tool gonna make it move I ain't got nothing to lose Just another nigga late paying the rent Pocket full of lent Break yourself fool Even if i gotta pull A tool gonna make it move I ain't got nothing to lose Just another nigga late paying the rent Pocket full of lent Verse 1 I'm a walking roman candle wit a wick as short as my patience Slowly running out of options Fuck the consequences i gotta have it even if i gotta kill for it Tired of this broke shit Living from bounced check to bounced check When ya trapped like rats in the projects a slow death And you wonder why a nigga stay depressed When you share an apartment wit roaches it's hard to focus Everyday i see my mama struggling Now it's time i got's to do something Ghost write rhymes but i can't get signed Make dope beats but A&R's still sleep So now i'm walking the street packing the heat serving D Nigga gotta eat nothings for free My mama taught me well she said prissy bitches gotta sit to Shit just like me give me the money Chorus Break yourself fool Even if i gotta pull A tool gonna make it move I ain't got nothing to lose Just another nigga late paying the rent Pocket full of lent Verse 2 You got guns wit no loot what you gonna do Grab the burner rob these ballers for there dollars Empty them pockets hand over the paper the pager the Powder cooperate nigga or meet your maker Any resistance will resort to repercussions and consequences Motherfucker this is serious business Like every single EPMD album title the ghetto made me a criminal And money made me evil Like a plane wreck over a field of people buried from the neck Down bitch get down this is a stick up shut up throw them hands up give that money up before you get fucked up Get on your knees open up and bleed broke niggas gotta steal To feed the world is under siege nobody leaves break yourself Fool show me the money Break your self fool Chorus Break yourself fool Even if i gotta pull A tool gonna make it move I ain't got nothing to lose Just another nigga late paying the rent Pocket full of lent Break yourself fool Even if i gotta pull A tool gonna make it move I ain't got nothing to lose Just another nigga late paying the rent Pocket full of lent Break yourself fool Even if i gotta pull A tool gonna make it move I ain't got nothing to lose Break yourself fool Break yourself fool Break yourself fool

Jump LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS Verse 1 She be got I've been got I forgot i got Lost in the plot with no tombstone to mark the spot Chasing the clock It's dark and hell is hot So i cop drugs shoot cop Cop drugs shoot cop Can't escape so i wait for the bomb to drop Rebel yell i rebel but it's all for not Watch as the rats take there mark on the starters block I scream let me in as i knock but it's locked Chorus So i jumped hands to the sky god denied me my wings to fly Crushed to the earth and died So i jumped thought that the angels would catch me But the dropped me for a second there i thought i was free Verse 2 Lost in the void i'm destroyed and i can't rebuild In a field filled with pills just so i can feel Thought i was depressed before but now it's real Shipwrecked dreams washed ashore I'm a whore in heels Wheelchair wheels downhill crash burn and kill Hold still as she steals your soul and will Not enough they need more blood on dollar bills Trapped in a cage made of steel sick and ill Chorus So i jumped hands to the sky god denied me my wings to fly Crushed to the earth and died So i jumped thought that the angels would catch me But the dropped me for a second there i thought i was free So i jumped hands to the sky god denied me my wings to fly Crushed to the earth and died So i jumped thought that the angels would catch me But the dropped me for a second there i thought i was free

December 21, 2012 (aka 911) - written by Deacon Burns. Racing against the clock waiting for the bomb to drop, no breaks I can't stop Downward spiral, out of control, got my gun cocked and I'm ready to unload. Racing against the clock waiting for the bomb to drop, no breaks I can't stop Downward spiral, out of control, got my gun cocked and I’m ready to unload. Feel the black embrace of loneliness Betrayed by friend and foe, I stand alone For everyman has his own sin to serve God vs. God as we fight for the thrown Uneasy lays the head that wears the crown Ministry of fear and sound The living envy the dead Die by your own hands now it's time to drown Close your eyes to the lies Fear the suspense living under the rock Waiting for the bomb to drop Racing against the clock Running from cops, no breaks I can't stop Born to late. I'm an acquired taste held together by spit and tape. What a waste Future memory running on empty, moving words on a page that burns. Stuck in the back of the line waiting my turn. Self inflicted wounds. I'll never learn What is life but to swim upstream just to mate and die. This is all a lie funny thing about death, the only thing you get to take with you is your regret Ain't this a bitch! Coming up short on the microphone. Racing against the clock waiting for the bomb to drop, no breaks I can't stop Downward spiral, out of control, got my gun cocked and I'm ready to unload. Racing against the clock waiting for the bomb to drop, no breaks I can't stop Downward spiral, out of control, got my gun cocked and I’m ready to unload. ready to unload ready to unload ready to unload Unload Between hanging on and letting go, Kill yourself just to feel Struggling to sell oneself without tipping the scale Being self-indulgent, trapped in a self-hell How many drugs does it take to solve the same problem? Always high, I can't tell. Hoping that it lies at the bottom of a bottle, Wishing god lives in a needle. There’s no victims, only volunteers over here Dear it's simple, blind and pitiful I don't give a fuck, tell that bitch and her nigga, Momma, daddy, brother down in Florida I’m the frustration of a lost generation, drinking brew playing Playstation. God lives in a television, he smiles at my destruction and sin. Eat your rotted fruit and wear your tarnished jewels, optimistic fools. Think you got it bad, it always gets worse Especially when you're cursed nigga know the rules Too late, too early, too soon. I'm a cartoon, animated, illustrated Un-licked wounds, World is a tomb trying to keep me incarcerated and isolated. Racing against the clock waiting for the bomb to drop, no breaks I can't stop Downward spiral, out of control, got my gun cocked and I'm ready to unload. Racing against the clock waiting for the bomb to drop, no breaks I can't stop Downward spiral, out of control, got my gun cocked and I’m ready to unload. ready to unload ready to unload ready to unload unload