CIRCUS FREAKS THUN VERSE 1 Welcome to my world, cinematic like a carnival Occult like performing sadistic torture rituals I breath life into every single show I wrote from the stab wounds to the gun tote death is the footnote, to every beginning there is an ending from infants to grown men the plots are still pending the elderly are beaten by savages robbed for their pricy pendants then left for dead in their cottages, acknowledge the sickness horrific methods are relentless, bare witness my mind twisted, like caps on bottlenecks cracking heads in the basements, there’s no escaping tied down to floorboards wasted sacrifice life for ratings of entertainment the scariest of places, critics say its tasteless these are the images portrayed in my circus enslavement of cultures, held hostage in apartments CHORUS Open the door to my darkest of secrets The show must go on for the people in the bleachers These are the writings of my views and its features Hear the lessons in my teachings bang through the speakers Open the cage of my scariest of creatures You can run but can’t hide when the steel gate breaches A certain death fate the hungriest of man-eaters Call us circus freaks we crazy ringleaders TYRONE VERSE 2 If you have ever seen this mug That means you’re a potential mark Hold the grudge against sick fucks I swing the devil’s pitchfork Abduct those that don’t appreciate life enough Abduct them that make profit over those who starve Once detected forget second chances Meet this grizzly goon bastard, that rests in a standing casket From sun up to sun down Night time be on the prowl Observe the surface with night vision of a barn owl Broads in evening gowns cheating on they husbands Are perfectly qualified if hurry fabz past judgement I will claim you, I even snatch a person away under the eyes of an audience And none would ever notice it I control this bitch meaning you meeting the demons Gatekeepers ain’t grieving there greeting heathens who are bleeding this season Maybe your season to play part in Fabians circus Mortals with burners got courage but served there last purpose Drunk surgeons cripple patients bad hospital staff Will dangle from the trapeze with hooks through their flesh (YES) I’m the true hell boy sprout from the wrong spouse I’m that goon so evil that hell spat me back out CHORUS Open the door to my darkest of secrets The show must go on for the people in the bleachers These are the writings of my views and its features Hear the lessons in my teachings bang through the speakers Open the cage of my scariest of creatures You can run but can’t hide when the steel gate breaches A certain death fate the hungriest of man-eaters Call us circus freaks we crazy ringleaders THUN VERSE 3 Back on the road, hitchhikers guide to my galaxy Sane to the naked eyes I walk amongst the ordinary People choosing lifestyles like scary cult movies Too hot for the TV, the scenes becoming creepy Chainsaws, blood spill, splatter like graffiti That’s a picture painted from a sick mind that’s filthy Innocent till proven oh so very very guilty, I’m locked inside this body Out on a killing spree, the modern day Mickey out fuckin Mallory Mr. Oliver Stone he ain’t got shit on me, this my show my mental penitentiary My fleet, my godforsaken blood and guts legacy See me target whoever it the fuck may be, randomly bury bodies across the plains of countries look for the pictures in the daily news with all the yellow caution tape, the cops still scour for clues CHORUS Open the door to my darkest of secrets The show must go on for the people in the bleachers These are the writings of my views and its features Hear the lessons in my teachings bang through the speakers Open the cage of my scariest of creatures You can run but can’t hide when the steel gate breaches A certain death fate the hungriest of man-eaters Call us circus freaks we crazy ringleaders

FINE TUNING SENSES (MY MUSIC IS LIKE…) FT/ KILLAH PRIEST THUN VERSE 1 My music is like street organs Abusing the track, scorching it with fire Hanging vocals on it like ornaments Making it desirable to fornicate to ear drums Have djs spinning the wax through ya orifices Behind closed doors your being forced to listen to this Climaxing to the words that are being spit Your undivided attention is being asked till I’m finished The first task at hand will be passed when your head nods to my rhythms Imprisoned minds set free in the midst of my lyrics It passes your inner earlobe into your brain system Distracted reactions by these letters passing like moving images Beamed in trough one of your 5 humanly senses Now before you come to your senses, you’ll be a witness To a movie played out by people the size of midgets Close the shutters it’s a story told behind lenses A frequency from a higher realm deep within your subconscious Your knocked unconscious the taste of thick saliva is making you nauseous Bodies start to tremble, in about 3 seconds I’ll snap my fingers And you’ll wake up and know what its like How to be brainwashed by the man behind the mic Life is a surprise the devil in disguise Now open your eyes CHORUS (2X) Play, My music Truth is, moving, always There never is an ending to it 7 senses to view it, Lucid The mind’s eye a bright light That will forever shine in goodness TYRONE VERSE 2 Yo… Eyo my music is like meds, eye drops for ya cataract Sentences slay the puppeteer free the marionette The ready bled drink it up celebrate freedom Pre-occupation make the decent take the treason The key word I speak of is seeing Why get on your knees and follow what’s written While seeing is believing Peace in the lands where the bitter bastards of Bastogne Fought and stood their grounds during the Battle of the Bulge Did they die for nothing securing our freedom with pain All this wasn’t meant for us to let it escalate again I’m just a man, one in flesh, nothing more, nothing less With common sense possess empathy for that I’m blessed A sick sense that works, but a 6th sense of these perverts Need to be placed or buried deep beneath the earth I do believe the chain reaction which already started Makes more think in obstacles instead of meek puppets Seize repugnance its time for purification (Man is capable of as much atrocity as he has imagination) CHORUS (2X) Play, My music Truth is, moving, always There never is an ending to it 7 senses to view it, Lucid The mind’s eye a bright light That will forever shine in goodness KILLAH PRIEST VERSE 3 My music is like symphonies from centuries The type Count Drac-cool played for his brides Medieval times icons a St.George throughout the halls On the abbacy walls, the type that Vikings toast to In front of flames looking to spike Slowly turning a roasted goose The type to make gladiators grin, while welcome you in Strong oak tables, hold cups of gin My music is like removing a lid, off a 5000 year tomb Its like Jesus speaking tripping off of mushrooms Its like 2 T-REX making love near a brontosaurus carcass While storms come above My music is like a detective who talks to dead bodies To give him clues, while slowly creeping behind him is the killer shoes My music is bone chilling, its ya skin swimming with geese’s Its your first time standing in front of the geezer And realizing your just a normal creature Its my pharaoh features, that I see in the mirror Reminds me I’m not just a killah! CHORUS (2X) Play, My music Truth is, moving, always There never is an ending to it 7 senses to view it, Lucid The mind’s eye a bright light That will forever shine in goodness

FOUR LEAVE CLOVER CHORUS 1 beer 2 much 3 lines 4 leave clover 2 tears in a bucket was the drop that poured it over ¾ of a deck 2 kings, No jokers Rabbit paw, Horseshoe 4 leave clovers TYRONE VERSE 1 My demons keep screaming at me that they will defeat me If I ain’t planning to do something about my indecency They circle through my room, showing me images of a tomb As if they had written for me to go somewhere soon I summoned the eight drunken gods with the pendulum pipes Make em collide, cause they been tormenting me for several nights Wanting for me to do all sorts of twisted things And if I don’t comply they multiply and reappear again Saying grant my wishes, or I will grind your bones Way before your relatives found for you a suitable tombstone So I cannot keep calm, I keep these pen pipes in my palm Call the gods cause I’m sick and tired of doing these sick ass jobs Sometimes I’m finding myself at large in a different environment Miles away from where I last remembered I was I know I’m lost going straight section 8 and all I need psycho analysis done in a mental hospital CHORUS 1 beer 2 much 3 lines 4 leave clover 2 tears in a bucket was the drop that poured it over ¾ of a deck 2 kings, No jokers Rabbit paw, Horseshoe 4 leave clovers TYRONE BRIDGE I was going up the stairs I met a man who wasn’t there He wasn’t there today, my 4 leave clover kept em away The price I pay, for what turrets makes me say When I sit down in church, Fuck, Bitch, Cunt, comes out when I pray Don’t get mad at me, get mad at one of my personalities Mistake fantasies for memories, fighting my inner enemies A curse from hell it seems, last year Halloween I cut the eyes out of a pumpkin, or was it really someone Hmmmmmmm or was it really someone THUN VERSE 2 I’m like this character flipping through personalities Like rolodexes and file cabinets My style rampant shifting gears or become stagnant Individuals asking me what’s ya mindset I answer them swift where’s ya headset Don’t make me upset end up dead in wooden bedspread 6 feet deep beneath the earth bed, with no head look what you made me do cause more blood and pain while sniffing glue Don’t ever fuck with a schizophrenic fool carrying upside down horseshoe Remember I’m the psycho analyst I run around town with gadgets that can turn and twist In ancient times I would burn at the stake for revealing all of this shit Calling me witch concoct a pot full a piss Shit for brains, shit outta luck since 79 Raised in the eighties I come from a family that would make Jerry Springer look like a fuckin angel Now that’s crazy with more stories than brothers Grimm and the daily newspapers CHORUS 1 beer 2 much 3 lines 4 leave clover 2 tears in a bucket was the drop that poured it over ¾ of a deck 2 kings, No jokers Rabbit paw, Horseshoe 4 leave clovers THUN BRIDGE Outside of my mind Unwind, Rewind The voices that I hear withstand the hands of time Living these lies, closing my eyes I see a pot full of gold on brushy hillside Out comes a Leprechaun stomping over 4 leave clover lawn I almost died, I can’t believe what I just saw I’m like a serial box with the marshmallows heated That’s Just what I needed A box of Lucky Charms hahahaha get it, A box of lucky charms CHORUS (2X) 1 beer 2 much 3 lines 4 leave clover 2 tears in a bucket was the drop that poured it over ¾ of a deck 2 kings, No jokers Rabbit paw, Horseshoe 4 leave clovers

FUNNY LITTLE MAN (THUN ANTHEM) THUN VERSE 1 You is a focker for this one Needlez!!! Blackout, lights out, Welcome to my glass house Duct tape, funhouse, bodies in my backyard mousetrap, bunker maze, stroll around the bone yard nuttcase, hideout, taking shits in outhouse witchcraft, bitch slap, poison in a gift bag slip out, drift off, drowsy with a gagged cough hands tied, fortnight, suffer in the twilight cold nights, hot sweats, skeletons in closets spider webs, bunk beds, hidden blades in mattress don’t move, booby-trap, ya laying on a cactus crunch time, prime time, beating out a lifeline toast wine, eat swine, Scooby snacks for k9s Ill mind, ahead of time, Brainwash a devils cry Hell bound, meltdown, Tantrums in the underground Kidnapped, catnaps, Money for a knapsack Suicide, homicide, Fuck that was Hurry Fabz CHORUS Who stole ya cats milk, who watched ya dads filth Who scares crows killing crops in the cornfield Who makes ya daughter kneel, who makes ya rob and steal Who spits flems on ya head from a Ferris wheel Who makes ya mind dwell, who makes ya scream for help Who calls you up at night makes ya life a living hell Who rocks the tower bells, who makes ya run and yell Who fucks with ya brain makes ya wanna kill yourself THUN VERSE 2 Shotgun, lockdown, Move around the compound Uptown, downtown, Snipers in the background Spellbound, tight frown, Killer sniffing bloodhounds Eavesdrop, pork-chop, bifi’s in the glove box padlock, icebox, freeze you with a deadlock chalk line, outline, traces of a murder crime co-sign, undermine, drill you like a goldmine pile drive, car crash, impact causing whiplash swap meat , underpass, shopping for the body bags serial box, lifestyle, Barkerville to Killa Cal bum fights, scum life, roaming the hillside cockeyed, eyesight, scared stiff peroxide senile, meanwhile, trophies into exile sparkplug, hard drugs, dirty needle spot marks chainsaw, body parts, limbs in snuffbox counterpart, headlock, the voice of Thun in a wedlock CHORUS (2X) Who stole ya cats milk, who watched ya dads filth Who scares crows killing crops in the cornfield Who makes ya daughter kneel, who makes ya rob and steal Who spits flems on ya head from a Ferris wheel Who makes ya mind dwell, who makes ya scream for help Who calls you up at night makes ya life a living hell Who rocks the tower bells, who makes ya run and yell Who fucks with ya brain makes ya wanna kill yourself

MONSTAH HOP TYRONE VERSE 1 Shuffle plate blackjack death fell out the deck You have a few seconds left To reflect before ya dirt nap Now who done it? It knew ya day since the cradle It feels like the words of Azazel chokeholdin an angel Now Jacob Marley he’s still a part of me Showed me anarchy a godforsaken place far from harmony Where the pen is mighty and the sword is the law of Babylon Where war wages from the eastern shores all to marathon THUN VERSE 2 Struttin’ cluckin’ chuckin’ kinivin’ Sick individual in the woods gone hiking News reports of locals gone missing Gone fishing, hooks to necks Rise from the dead monster hoppin’ poppin’ and locking On the block stompin’ ground is shakin Hush little baby daddy’s bringing home the bacon Lives are being taken, just for the sake of being taken CHORUS Sylar the misfit, carnival, Samson the midget Rutger stuntman, Mike, pick up the hitcher Planet terror, jungle Julia the gifted Sigmund Freud, I’ve heard dead people speak to me through white noise TYRONE VERSE 3 The Street Genghis Khan barbarian lord Hugo Wield the heavenly sword in the modern day world of Saints Row An angel and demon hybrid who roams the atlas Has the best of both worlds but is nowhere to be accepted A psycho pump, creating ripples in the pond You will meet him when your frame is between 6 boards A special escort towards the 7th level of hell Worst comes to worst sit with Lucifer or meet Nathaniel THUN VERSE 4 Depressive, psychotic, afflicted with organic brain clogging Psychopathic, passive aggressive alcoholic Hysterical juvenile, the child was the killer, mentally retarded Suspense thriller killing for profit out of passion or hatred For the power or domination, the sweet taste of revenge An opportunist put the fear in ladies and gents Contract killings, you on my hit list CHORUS Sylar the misfit, carnival, Samson the midget Rutger stuntman, Mike, pick up the hitcher Planet terror, jungle Julia the gifted Sigmund Freud, I’ve heard dead people speak to me through white noise TYRONE VERSE 5 Monster hop and mammon is riding shotgun The power of the godson within some form a front An evil cockroach make the host shed a tear It happens when the reptile take over ya brains hemispheres Angels battling demons shoulder to shoulder Eyes spinning heads rolling not knowing where its going Caught in the middle of a biblical conflict Nam war vet shell shocked of decisions made in combat THUN VERSE 6 Man hunter Lector meet Hannibal, knives and forks Norman bates type psycho slashing prey with Krueger claws Count to ten singing a song like Sweeney Todd Carnival carnage heads being demolished Basket case Leather face chainsaw massacre Theatrical trailers, jigsaws puzzles, muzzled King’s dog Cujo gone bezerko Escape slow onto open roads meet Hauer the Hitcher Monsters fighting over drifters CHORUS Sylar the misfit, carnival, Samson the midget Rutger stuntman, Mike, pick up the hitcher Planet terror, jungle Julia the gifted Sigmund Freud, I’ve heard dead people speak to me through white noise

THE CLOTH ACT I FT/ CIPH BARKER CHORUS It was the face in the painting That was staring me on I couldn’t help myself I was being carried by song It got me restless Got me straight spitting these psalms Your being watched by the skulls Being covered by bones THUN VERSE 1 From the depths of the scariest house on the planet The evil has surfaced I couldn’t understand it I saw cracks in the wood grain Web dust in the attic Faces smothered with scenes of old paint As I stumbled across the canvas Catching stains on my fabrics Illustrious schemes drawn up with pencils of magic Envisioned something so spectacular, that it could be disastrous The average man scared half to death Goosebumps from dead souls It was the aftermath that paid its toll Seeing the story unfold I brushed off the dust from the scripture to be told Eager like slaves from Sierra Leone, searching for stones I felt a chill cover my bones A slight hesitation before carrying on It was the vibe in hindsight that was setting me off Nodded my head down, revealing the cloth CHORUS It was the face in the painting That was staring me on I couldn’t help myself I was being carried by song It got me restless Got me straight spitting these psalms Your being watched by the drawings That are hanging on walls It was the face in the painting That was staring me on I couldn’t help myself I was being carried by song It got me restless Got me straight spitting these psalms Your being watched by the bodies That are surfaced in ponds TYRONE VERSE 2 The pale moon rose over the courtyard flew the crows Bodies hanging from gallows, I hear violins en Chellos Moments ago shadows unravelled The truth about my home, this house his foundations Stand above hidden catacombs Sometimes I’m wide awake and witness brutal executions Footsteps pursue me, constantly things are moving Like this one painting everyday I place it in the basement And every single morning its there hanging on the same place again I recognize the eyes of that old guy in the portrait I took a closer look, and then his pupils dilated I tripped fell backwards, my head hit the ground twice Too my left side 3 pitch-black cats stared me dead in the eyes I gotta get outta here, this crypt gives me the shivers It feels like a few hundred years since I’ve been out of this prison I got no reflection in mirrors, all these visions Oh shit Come to think about it, maybe I’m the one that’s dearly departed CHORUS It was the face in the painting That was staring me on I couldn’t help myself I was being carried by song It got me restless Got me straight spitting these psalms Your being watched by the skulls Being covered by bones It was the face in the painting That was staring me on I couldn’t help myself I was being carried by song It got me restless Got me straight spitting these psalms Your being watched by the drawings That are hanging on walls CIPH BARKER VERSE 3 Ahhh! Yo when I smile the doors fly open Life dies slowly I laugh a bullet seek clap and act like ya know me I watch from behind clocks ticking The wall switching to win Same songs to blister ya spirit twitching The same moves look different every time that you blink A teardrop drizzle and pain and he knows you be staying He knows you’ll be joining him hanging on the wall Next to the rest of the collection in the lab when on canvas or cloth Got one for every soul lies forget where his body was Zombie dust holes in they skulls the size of hockey pucks Still think they alive loop they mind like they samples A super producer built out of black wool where hell starts Yo this stash crack doors squint its me Giggling under ya feet take a plunge in the deep I’m right there upon a hill under a bloody moon dusty Stop at the gates I paint with blood in my brushes (taking your souls)

AGES OF WAR FT/ SYRE DEDEYE THUN VERSE 1 It sounds like an army of soldiers marching again Gi’s and privates, Sergeants and captains, 24 gun salute, a backdrop of violence Another declaration of war I hear the violins East to west hostile environment nobody is safe sound off the sirens we go to battle, like 300 well motivated Spartans painting the town red, carpets rolled out with bloodshed remember we in cahoots with Martians, controlled the power outage wars of the worlds, there were publications saying it was real (say what) yes it was real documents concealed, like the crash at Roswell we live in stages, spin the wheel of fortune rattling cages enslaved for many ages, break the shackles from our ankles I refuse to be a puppet dancing to a master of strings I can be many of things, a Viking with a battleaxe severing limbs martyrs dying for causes for the heat that they bring A man on the brink of going psycho because it’s the past he relives CHORUS (2X) ATTENTION! Drop and give me 25 ATTENTION! Lock and load to the front lines MOVE OUT! Protect the flanks from enemy snipes MOVE OUT! Wait for the signs to open fire TYRONE VERSE 3 The lonely swordsman, strap on his iron armour Get in your fighter posture, put your guards up fight with honour I’m born to wield the flaming blades of Artemis My team is on the verge to cut your team to pieces Thousands of men march towards their stone garden The front is being demolished by opposed army archers Men get the gear from the rear launch an assault Stretch the ropes release rocks and boulders from catapults Battle those, with the wrong symbols on their shields Battleground over the cheviot hills across the grass fields Armed to the teeth, savage warriors are chanting Stomping to the beat, have the gods of war dancing Feel the earth tremble as battalions are advancing Battle cries fill the skies burning arrows crashing Sounds of iron clashing, in war life doesn’t matter It’s a duel to the death, bodies laid out scattered SYRE DEDEYE BRIDGE S, Y, R, E..T, N, T 1, 2, 3 dope MCs Cats want beef I choke emcees Worldwide Squadron Focus, Breathe SYRE DEDEYE VERSE 3 One by one they get done sun, linem’up How many times I gotta tellem that time is up It seems the only time they listen is when nines are up I Layem face down, barbwire, tiem up Left evidence all up inside ya truck So I burnt ya whip down to the ground, try ya luck I buy a buck for a buck and change, selling it for two Ima felon with a crew, you can tellem that its true You can quote my words.. To ya dogs on the block while ya smoking herb Desert Eagle swoops down, I pack focused birds Watch ya ass in hells kitchen where the toasters burn You jokes get served, so observe the way I spit so absurd and leave it there.. I dont think these people care.. So I gotta bad attitude and a lethal stare Beef is rare, my squad dont keep it fair..LF.. CHORUS (2X) ATTENTION! Drop and give me 25 ATTENTION! Lock and load to the front lines MOVE OUT! Protect the flanks from enemy snipes MOVE OUT! Wait for the signs to open fire

CHEMICAL SLAVES TYRONE Lab-tech white overall mixing chemicals Spilled on the floor steel doors became dysfunctional Panic sparks toxic fumes spread through the halls If smoke like vapours mixed with H2O (explosions) THUN You could see the smoke from miles away Follow the stream along the old road to the hidden lake Distant screams from people running away odd smells of dirty incense drifting my way a hot summers day that hits early in May still walking the trails skimming rocks off the bay reaching the neck of the woods skies turning grey clouds gathering like its the coming of rain the winds die down while the heat still make its waves in the backwoods footprints printed in clay like bloodhounds pick up a sense follow the trace call me curious George I’m still on the case come across a body laying face down in the shade rolling em over thinking I should be afraid D.O.A. holy smokes shits appearing strange jumping jack flash, heart rates start to pace, suffering succotash, the dead body awakes rubbing my eyes, thinking I’m in a daze skins start peeling off, mutating its face caught in dire straights thunderheads rolling through a thick haze it took two takes, I was amazed TYRONE CHORUS brain-dead mutating men roam the land snatch ya soul from ya carcass leave ya bones where they stand mind control they taking over leaving us with no chance chemical slaves dance to parades of higher hands THUN the world keeps turning, heating up the furnace the sun stays burning, children keep learning the system always earning, citizens been working dead men walking, hibernate in coffins the dogs keep barking, suits keep calling soldiers keep marching, the people keep fallen TYRONE wander the woods for no reason at all looking for shrooms haven’t seen a single soul since I inhaled the toxic fume it was more hazardous then asbestos I got black lungs compare it with agent Orange back in Vietnam been employee of the month where I worked at a chemical plant one accident made me half animal half man I suffer from a severe case of amnesia looking like gryma Got a fork tong and I metamorph into a hideous creature Took a drink from the creek deep in the forest Trying to digest wild orchids while they burn holes through my stomach Scraping the skin of my flesh after that the flesh off my bones Screaming out with screeching tones, moans and groans If the non-infected catch me I become a lab rat A science project a highly contagious subject With a bad rep if my dna spreads It will contaminate the whole world and leave everybody dead TYRONE CHORUS brain-dead mutating men roam the land snatch ya soul from ya carcass leave ya bones where they stand mind control they taking over leaving us with no chance chemical slaves dance to parades of higher hands THUN the virus is spreading, cities of Armageddon heads armed with heavy arms staggering keeping the pots from melting, lights are dimming the earth keeps shifting, murderers never stop killing the ground starts shaking, mountain tops baking the devil puts his skates on and starts raving my mom keeps praying, dads always hating a figment of imagination, sleeping with the patient

NUTTCASES & BUNKERMAZES TYRONE VERSE 1 Foxhole cold nights bayonet on barrel Target practice Biloxi blues heavy metal Battle adversaries if Jerry’s drop bombs Mortar impact launch 88’s take limbs off Take charge march of the jolly green giant Don’t share thoughts Cause I hear fee men crying I’m on assignment rock climbing hamburger hill Share blood and tears, to decrease the blood spills Play the film, back, foxhole rest in sleeping bags Tired men are shell-shocked of bombardments Cause Enemies tie dynamite to bloodhounds Sick fucks duck down loose rounds in hells realm Get the gallons of gas and fill the tanks No talkbacks cause gripes go up in rank Lieutenant gather platoons from home base A crazy nuttcase stampeding the bunker maze THUN & TYRONE CHORUS 2X nuttcases and bunkermazes chasing you down mental stages rats in cages remain nameless post traumatic head cases THUN VERSE 2 Lockjaw, hammerhead shark from the pondz Darkroom habitat, illustrating songs Morning news, mountain dew spread across lawns Boss hog, big men laying down laws Pitchfork, tumble weed, carry hacksaw Streetwise, sidewalk target being chalked Pig state, caution line, folks being marked Wildebeests, building freaks, cut you like jigsaw Loud growls, heavy brawls, echoing through walls Crosswalk, zebra path, going through withdrawals Creepy crawl, jitterbugs, roast meat at potlucks Bad blood, one night, good lad, big bite Stage lights, snowy dreams, sound bites of circus freaks Sneak peek, trailer trash, breathe in a gasmask Sawdust, bone marrow, stuff ya like a scarecrow Gangrene, guinea pig, buried in a tin can Nuttcase, bunker maze, funny little man THUN & TYRONE CHORUS 2X nuttcases and bunkermazes chasing you down mental stages rats in cages remain nameless post traumatic head cases TYRONE VERSE 3 Tripwire touch the line get blown to bits Spitfire pilot filled with speed full of spirit Hostile forces men versus Abram’s Thompson arm 35 pound backpack Booby-trap T-N-T strong resistance Reinforcements jump from planes airborne division Mission objectives seize two 20 mill Shoot to kill sandbag bunker general THUN VERSE 4 Bend over, backwards hardly ever sober American Me switchblade tooting horn blowers Range rovers, trunk storage, cabins deep in forest metal fortress, torture, back swinging sickles red skittles, I’m ticklish, dropping loads of liquid lickerish suffering anguish, irrational addicts, bakin tracks from brain cabbage rat bastards, its pan’s labyrinth, take the hint don’t squint peppermint trails, talking snails, the nuttcase prevails THUN & TYRONE CHORUS 2X nuttcases and bunkermazes chasing you down mental stages rats in cages remain nameless post traumatic head cases

SHIT’S CREEK FT/ S.O.S. (aDISON & CONCRETE) THUN VERSE 1 I’m up shits creek without a paddle I Need to get it together and climb back on that saddle Been through hell and back with a weak bladder Its time to man up and skedaddle get the fuck on Nothing seems to matter my life is scattered Like shattered dreams in a glass house bursting at the seams This shit isn’t always what it seems it isn’t black and white Ya need to fight for ya rights in order to make things right Its like cold nights crack heads hover in the street life Named brands, night watch banana men fucking with swatch Time’s slipping away, while holding on to memories become a modern day slave Make way, its time for revolution we need to get paid dead all the confusion Stop selling illusions to the consumers who’s spreading the rumours Bag’em up their a nuisance, hang em in halls from nooses breaking our necks for respect Working our asses off 40 some years for a broke check, losing our heads CHORUS (SCRATCHES) Stroll through the tunnels of death fighting the devil Walking barefoot across peninsula’s freeing slaves and prisoners In the mind is where I plant seeds I be fighting for my people survival is self-esteem Population control Is nothing new under the sun Presidential scandals everybody move I was made by revolution to speak to the masses D-SON VERSE 2 Empty bottles of beer drug needles where I creep at I’m dwelling in a place where the heart of the beast at I find myself lost in a weed bag Much to high to get out so yo my nigga where the weed at I need that, rough drugs all in my veins So I forget bad memories struggles and pain All they see the same, who’s to blame Some never see the sunshine after the rain CONCRETE VERSE 3 Behind enemy lines we Try to survive now Open your eyes and Discover the truth yeah Psychological warfare Pressing ya fear factor Voices in ya head saying We coming to get ya Society outcasts study the past Till we free at last hold on to ya pants Follow ya path Till my last breath I will fight for the cause I win some pour some for the ones we lost CHORUS (SCRATCHES) Stroll through the tunnels of death fighting the devil Walking barefoot across peninsula’s freeing slaves and prisoners In the mind is where I plant seeds I be fighting for my people survival is self-esteem Population control Is nothing new under the sun Presidential scandals everybody move I was made by revolution to speak to the masses TYRONE VERSE 4 I lift my glass toast and drink for world peace Preach against better judgement can one have dreams Cannons and bombs seize I see human beings in a primitive state Were all children of men living in caves And being chased by carnivores in the forest Being afraid and dropped more than a 100 levels down the food chain Shit ain’t gon change but I too have a dream Does that mean they gon kill me for what I have foreseen Even sunbeams kill, it used to be chickenpox Sun block does squat when a hydrogen bomb drops It’s a man made mistake, is man a mistake of god Can you look past ya life and what ya got and what not And to me god in simple terms is just nature To each his own power, a gift from the creator

NAPOLEON FT./ DJ DNS THUN I spit in the hood, that’s where I rest at I’m in the streets, that’s where I’m kept at Yall better respect that I’m from an era like lets go the fuck way back Before cats were flossin showin off in they maybachs If you was wack on stage you must’ve got bitch slapped In some parts like in the docks they used to turn backs You had to earn stacks and learn fast Purse snatch to get cash to make tracks Build stats, a real Cat recognize real facts Believe that, then you were built to last Show off your skillz on wax backpackin heads/ show that love straight back even the grimy suspects was bustin they gats ya caught some slack, earned ya stripes to sign contracts high of the Kodak, we partied with vodka and sipped cognac/ drunk off our asses, we was livin lavish payin bills from our advances no business sense shit fuck the taxes, being paid under tha table Man! the shit was bananas monkey madness, show hoppin ridin in train wagons got stranded at stations, gutter rats the foulest of maggots completed the cipher, we spit nothing but bangers I was there when MOD got Sick and Made it Happen Legendary status, we roll thick like thermal winter blankets We ran the streets, painting our picture on canvas Cats in the Zoo couldn’t grasp us, still cant match us Fuckin with us is health hazardous, I chew Now Or Later heads off for braggin too much (SCRATCHES BY DJ DNS)

JACOB MARLEY THUN VERSE 1 JACOB!!! MARLEY!!! YO!!! It was the night before last, when my soul broke out of its cast It hovered looking back, remembering the past Another life in a different world moving fast the first chapter of the second book in its 3rd draft Comcast through portals, black holes and wormholes I’m in a spaceship with the ghost of Andy Warhol Carnegie artist, silver prince behind the pop starlets I sold ink at auctions, visualize the power of my portrait Stand in a room full of snitches, so they can point out the culprit Battles of the century, my art possessed inside of memories Climaxed with a starving centipedes, who built me a fortress to remember me My data is scribbled in boxes hidden beneath the streets a sarcophagus like mummies in pyramids knowing I’m still royalty Wake up and smell the coffee, I see my history unfold like the code of davinci CHORUS TYRONE I fell asleep in the wake of my last breath I realized that in this life there is nothing left Angels circled my bed with heavy chains around necks The Jacob Marley journeys to the past secrets are kept CHORUS THUN I fell asleep in the wake of my last breath I realized that in this life there is nothing left Angels circled my bed with heavy chains around necks The Jacob Marley journeys to the past secrets are kept TYRONE VERSE 2 I hate this forsaken place, it makes me curse and blaspheme Then a fallen angel, slipped past the attention of Constantine At first it seemed, not that evil when it came to see me Then it felt as if I was pulled out of my anatomy This entity took me on some sort of a journey To where men are batteries, not longer the dominate species Directions southeast, over frozen fields of corn ahead in time Where men from my day and age are long gone I saw dawn, saw two legged things with horns Saw cyborgs in some sort of a Neanderthal form This Babylon is wrong, that’s what this demon yelled It will get worse then hell, these are not the works of Gabriel I was astonished, when it took me across continents I seen metal pyramids and immortals with lizard necks Too many places, with high levels of radiation Conclusion, were moving through corridors of illusions CHORUS THUN I fell asleep in the wake of my last breath I realized that in this life there is nothing left Angels circled my bed with heavy chains around necks The Jacob Marley journeys to the past secrets are kept CHORUS TYRONE I fell asleep in the wake of my last breath I realized that in this life there is nothing left Angels circled my bed with heavy chains around necks The Jacob Marley journeys to the past secrets are kept THUN & TYRONE VERSE 3 It was after my travels, that I woke up kicking and screaming I opened my eyes seeing what appeared to be a demon Confronted with life, I just got back from sightseeing Noticed I wasn’t alone, camera flashes spots beaming A futuristic being appeared in front of me gleaming Telling me tales of a new world of heathens He spoke heavy with the voice of a soldier sharing his feelings Was this a near death experience, I pinched my limbs To find out if I’m ghost or still amongst the living That’s when I saw a bright light, flicker in the distance Saw the shadow of a character, I approached with resistance Tensed up from not making sense back in the present I shook the hand of a man from the past tense Sharing stories of our voyages, fearing for our culture Signs divine life, past, present and future CHORUS THUN & TYRONE (2X) I fell asleep in the wake of my last breath I realized that in this life there is nothing left Angels circled my bed with heavy chains around necks The Jacob Marley journeys to the past secrets are kept

LIGHTBULB (OOOH!) CHORUS *OOOH!* that'll be a bitch Imagine microchips Stuck in the neck of your kids *OOOH!* that'll be a big scuffle When they discover What’s the cause of their struggle *OOOH!* that'll be a big change the day we take aim take charge of our brains *OOOH!* that'll be a great day when the grey clouds make way the bright sun says heyyy... THUN VERSE 1 Ahhh shit ain’t that a bitch We living a 9 to 5 on a clock shift Blood sweat and tears without getting rich While the powers that be are playing us like card tricks Mindfucks for cabbages keeping us silent I still hear authorities say STOP THE VIOLENCE!!! ARE THEY SERIOUS? We gon’ bug out and get delirious Anything to make a buck or euro just to live righteous My freedom is priceless go ahead and raise the taxes We just gon’ flip it on em from a white tablet to a crime bracket They say the good guys always win I SAY FUCK THAT SHIT! The bad guys have dirty money to spend Stop the whirlwind, 360 degree sheeple Blind people wake up and realize when you getting butt plugged Remember when I said I been shit outta luck since 79 That wasn’t just about me why do you think they started crime Another way to break bread amongst partners Whitewashing whole markets don’t become a target Look for symbols in the pyramids the eyes are watching CHORUS *OOOH!* that'll be a bitch Imagine microchips Stuck in the neck of your kids *OOOH!* that'll be a big scuffle When they discover What’s the cause of their struggle *OOOH!* that'll be a big change the day we take aim take charge of our brains *OOOH!* that'll be a great day when the grey clouds make way the bright sun says heyyy... TYRONE VERSE 2 Satellites broadcast in front of the crescent moon Who creates fear for dust clouds looking like mushrooms Who’s responsible for propaganda hate and difference When exactly will the child of Belfast sing again Yeah I got questions that seek answers indeed Banks recall that other day Friday the XIIIth He said something about not all is into shambles Though the polar caps melt were not always walking on eggshells I felt compelled to knock the blindfold off ya scalp My music is like an eye-opener for those that need help There’s one life to live, others give you just fragments Only death is forfeit just keep aware of serpents Keep yaself open or please except my condolence Cause a whole bunch folks are the living dead in these moments Those that sold their soul to Satan are these evil goons Walk in God’s creation hating they just seem confused BRIDGE THUN Ritualistic, war bloodshed, shit is sadistic Burn a pentagram and wish ya kid becomes a wiz kid Before they chip em’, Elron Hubbard science fiction Cruise missile crucifixion, the furnace of infliction As seen on television, CHORUS *OOOH!* that'll be a bitch Imagine microchips Stuck in the neck of your kids *OOOH!* that'll be a big scuffle When they discover What’s the cause of their struggle *OOOH!* that'll be a big change the day we take aim take charge of our brains *OOOH!* that'll be a great day when the grey clouds make way the bright sun says heyyy...

STRAWHATS & SCARECROWS TYRONE CHORUS Sitting here lonely on a mountain Thinking of ways to paint the town red again Say I’m like royalty hail the crowned kings Drinks being raised praise the proud veterans THUN VERSE 1 I move through a crowded place at daily rates This ain’t no small fries, I’m dealing with higher stakes I’m talking Hacksaw Jim Duggan Bumrushin’ going upside ya noggin I Put food on my plate whether its putting in work, 9 to 5in, rhyming or robbin’ I was almost born an evil goblin 5 minutes to Friday the 13th in a Halloween costume You could say the screws were already loose when produced sent from the womb my moms fruit of the loom, after they saw what I’d done when I was born, so to speak, her whole insides torn Today I still carry the torch, house calls and in stores call me psychopathic slasher slitting throats dumping bodies in bathtubs RUBBA DUB DUB! don’t get me wrong I love my loved ones I’m just letting yall know I’m serious when being crossed Ok you got me, maybe sometimes its just for fun ya feeling sloppy I’m the one…one! TYRONE CHORUS Sitting here lonely on a mountain Thinking of ways to paint the town red again Say I’m like royalty hail the crowned kings Drinks being raised praise the proud veterans THUN VERSE 2 I’m totally insane my brain gyrates splitting veins I walk around town with a bad leg, old men throw me their canes Charismatically moving in my own way at a snails pace I got that swagger in my heart rate Contemplate about getting laid Ask my first born how he was sprayed from the biggest balls reaching the egg A silly little nuttcase emulating his fathers face From the cradle to the grave We bending space shifting thru different time zones I be like Caesar in Rome claiming the throne I Seen murders written in stones before shovels digging holes for the bones Claiming ya soul like lassoing a noose around a bull at the rodeo Cowboy bebop back to back 10 paces to a standoff After the gunshot the sounds fade out and the crowd walks off TYRONE CHORUS Sitting here lonely on a mountain Thinking of ways to paint the town red again Say I’m like royalty hail the crowned kings Drinks being raised praise the proud veterans TYRONE BRIDGE Hold ya horses hear the windchester drums Stalk the valley with heart battle the metal men Far from gorgeous far from heavens kingdom Those guilty as charged awaits imprisonment

TY-WRAPZ TY VERSE 1 Invade ya home throwin fits tying plastic strips around wrists Some sadistic type shit teachin angry kids Tantrum fit shoes off a serious artist Exorcize Lilith with a bible and the dagger that freed Osgilliath Sentences mechanic vocal cord cutter ravage Settle static quick with biscuits bats and sticks Metal pipes and bricks the HAL city representative I represent for kids who dive head first in the march pit We marchin go to war with earthlings as Martians Foes fall in to oblivion like dead bodies in marshlands The marksman huntin marked man a sharp pen is what my Arrows and bows is poaching roastin these roaches Get extinguished fling this death dual of mantis Run up in your tenement and handcuff you with tywrapz Tywrapz productions Jordan river banks We rumble and ravage like the two tapes sound wave ejects CHORUS This is tywrapz Jordan River Banks Godzwrath Tywrapz TNT Thundacat Hurry Fabz This is tywrapz Supercharger rep the whole camp Tywrapz twelve hundred steel wheels DNS TY VERSE 2 My brothers bad sibling HAL banger launch mortar Sneak contraband across border Statham transporter Prank caller rambunctious cleavers in holsters Caught in a cobweb pieces of bodies in dumpsters Freeloader punisher hate on ya weak culture Foot soldier bunker maze trained cats with dog collars Live in the dark ages corpses in marches Lead causes lead poison dearly departed in coffins Work for coroners pump a stone questions later Major instigator sit back relax observe behaviour The scientist battle a virus put scalpels to pupils and iris Cos what is the use of it if you re not usin em’ No hope for those who stand got a rope for hoes and skanks Go toe to toe with beastmen and burn down the whole shebang The tyrant black Dexter Morgan blood spatter specialist Fanatic and leave it to nature to waste away ya relics CHORUS This is tywrapz Jordan River Banks Godzwrath Tywrapz TNT Thundacat Hurry Fabz This is tywrapz Supercharger rep the whole camp Tywrapz twelve hundred steel wheels DNS

THE ASYLUM (ACT II) THUN VERSE 1 I’m banging my head against the bubble cushion Alone in my room head-trips with multiple concussions cheeks stained with rosy blushes, the highest of blood pressures hot and cold flashes, flashbacks, paintings painted with red brushes the thick dust from the cloth, it almost got me smothered that’s all I remember, now locked up in asylum orderlies rush my quarters with heavy violence strapping me in straightjackets, practice medical science violate my rights, disregard my helpless cries a quick thought passes through my mind where the fuck is Ty, is he still alive or is he in that house on the wall living a still life did he escape and manage to get out I wonder where he is as I lie here strapped to a couch, gags in my mouth Feeling needles from syringes piercing my flesh now Taking me out AHHH!!!, my vision blurry like clouds Dr. Freeze counting care-bears with a dead stare Who goes there! When I look in mirrors reflections don’t appear They stripped me off my character I am who I was, the person that is here now is lost what was it all about, Are they hiding something tell me that it wasn’t all for nothing, tell me something! SIN FEINN VERSE 2 Nurse restrain em 1 delusional thee other trapped in physical Sedate em Nurse restrain em sector 4 K9 doctor Nocturnal night breed Mental magic when talking about me We need my psychotic self to help us at stage6 To make yah die in special effects, Talking about unpleasant mental facilities welcome 2 mental caskets you need a doses holler at doc knock vessels psychotic beliefs about a house entrapped inside fantasies and paintings You need 4000 milligrams to the neck purple en yellow tablets so I could sees what seems to be the problem you needs medication that chooses to ease more pain dressed in white jacket doctor Sin Feinn specialized Celsius asylum in cubica CHORUS I can’t help myself still being carried by song The images from that house are far from gone ticks from clocks Dings followed by dongs still being haunted by the people trapped in the cloth rude awakenings waking up startled far from home in some asylum on the outskirts strapped in straightjackets drugged by a scientist paintings, that house we were framed by an artist TYRONE VERSE 3 Pain is only pain severe pain I feel Molecule by molecule is my body being rebuilt Don’t know how it happened but I’m in the basement Standing next to the frame of an empty portrait I’m forced to find the source of this strange occurrence Task rescue one from a place where death is certain An evil surgeon slash doc detained the last tenant somehow He’s making sure the story of this house don’t leak out Leave now, time is not a luxury Or the last time you’ll see him is if you dig a hole in the cemetery This house grew angry floorboards try to battle me I stumble off the stairs and the house collapsed behind me Out the front door headed for the city seeing black spots Visited the local hospitals and burial plots Paper clippings that my man got committed An unlisted address so I faked my own madness Shouting out numbers walking backwards perfecting my gimmick Authorities came and dropped me off at the clinic Entered revolving doors snuck past the front desk Of a psychiatric ward to sector 4… BRIDGE Was it the cloth? Dead eyes staring from walls Padded room doors we locked away in hospitals I couldn’t help myself, day of departure was the hardest Retarded, covered my tracks but got framed by an artist CHORUS I can’t help myself still being carried by song The images from that house are far from gone ticks from clocks Dings followed by dongs still being haunted by the people trapped in the cloth rude awakenings waking up startled far from home in some asylum on the outskirts strapped in straightjackets drugged by a scientist paintings, that house we were framed by an artist

SNAP, CRACKLE & POP THUN VERSE 1 I mastered the art, Crafted my part Disregard for the law, Get scratched by the claw Its not what you saw, No snitchin in the park Alone in the yard, Get sliced after dark Take it to heart, The streets is the guard Imma leave a mark, Stains on these bricks Spit game on these tricks, Raising our kids Mary Jane in our cigs, Portrayed by the journalists Shame on these pigs, We talk with a lisp Walk with a limp, Show off with our shit Cocking the four fifth, Locked up another bid Backyard hussle get hoodwinked THINK, Fast before ya blink This life is a trip, Steal from the rich Give back to the poor, Its chess across seaboards That modern day folklore, Hitting metal blades on clavichords Scorned!!! CHORUS (2X) Snap crackle and pop Jamming the glock, reload it and unlocked letting off 6 shots Heat fired burned by the cops in the streets supported by blocks tough talk my team stays on watch TYRONE VERSE 2 Streetwise thugs, small bucks in big trucks Rapper bates, guzzle away bottles of Scotch The city gut, fruitcakes and crackpots And out-of-towners take wrong turns to wrong parts Wrong blocks, concrete trash and burned out cars Loud mouths talk much walk with a bloody snotbox Houses with couch potatoes sit and watch re-runs Meanwhile on the streets fiends inhale the angel dust Prostitutes for lust, cock back squeeze and bust Hammer triggering slugs, or was it the bedroom thrust Another one bites the dust and get a casket Too much derelicts within the city limit Addicts in clinics, young elders are bread winners Gravity on buildings, the artistry of city children Rats in sewer systems, slum block Downtown uptown suburbs and projects CHORUS (2X) Snap crackle and pop Jamming the glock, reload it and unlocked letting off 6 shots Heat fired burned by the cops in the streets supported by blocks tough talk my team stays on watch MOD THE BLACK MARVEL VERSE 3 Eyo pops smoked crack and he snapped.. border line mind out of order front of the liquor store on the corner stones bone trails serial kills tracked to Cali Where TNT amulets limbs across the valley Amityville garbage pail children of the corn field house built on hamburger hill the ordeals from spinning cartwheels and grinders windmills wolfs with meat grills, Cheap kills is free meals. CHORUS (2X) Snap crackle and pop Jamming the glock, reload it and unlocked letting off 6 shots Heat fired burned by the cops in the streets supported by blocks tough talk my team stays on watch