Texas Rapps Flashback: Mr. Scarface Is Back

In 1991, Houston's Scarface of the Geto Boys tore down his own chunk of hip-hop history with the release of his solo album Mr. Scarface Is Back. Bridging the gap between Kool G Rap and Z-Ro, Scarface helped usher rap lyricism into a new age of psycho-analytical complexity. As seen and heard by the following verses, Scarface unleashes every bit of his darkest self in a form of self-therapy that still rings fascinating to this day...  

2nd verse of "Born Killer"...

My momma did her part
But it ain't her fault that I was born without a heart
In other words, I'm heartless, duke
I don't love me, how the fuck i'mma love you?
That’s right, you guessed it
I'm legally insane, marked manic depressive
I'm taking all types of medication

To keep me out the mood of premeditatin’
Yo, the longer I’m alone, it’s worse
I'm having thoughts of killing me, but I'm killing you first
My psychiatrist talks but I don't listen
A victim of society, fucked by the system
My whole life's been a see-saw
I'm up one day, down and out on tomorrow
Right now I'm even more upset
Some shit done happened to me that I don't think I'll ever forget
You think I'll let it die, but I ain't
It ain't because I want to, it's because I can't
I'mma getcha but I ain't going into it
Cause ain't nothing to it but to do it
See it ain't no sweat to me
Cause in the first place, you fucked up the minute that you stepped to me
I'm not your average dealer
I'mma born killer

2nd verse of "Body Snatchers"...

Many claim to be a gangsta ,but that gangsta ain’t a gangsta
That gangsta is a pranksta, yeah, a pranksta's how I rank ya
At the sight of blood, you hold your stomach then you're running
Hands over your eyes and like a hoe you start to vomit
See, I ain't never backed up, I just rack up as they sack up
And giggle at them niggas when they die while bodies stack up
Like I said before The DJ Akshen's my identity
A homicidal maniac with suicidal tendencies
The judge'll try to sentence me to 10, I'll never blink
He'll change it say I'm psycho and just send me to a shrink
20 months I'm in seclusion and my heads filled with confusion
Got a feeling that I'm losing so I've come to this conclusion
I gotta get the fuck out, I can't take it anymore
Caught a watchman at his post so I rushed him to the floor
I was thinking to myself what if his posse comes to get me
I know if I’mma die I gotta take some niggas with me

Put my hands around his neck began to choke him
Got his pistol out his holster then I smoked him
Waited a second, I heard motherfuckers coming
Grabbed an extra box of shells and started running
Now I'm the nigga cops are running after
It's time to snatch some bodies ‘cause I’m a body snatcher

1st verse of "Diary of a Madman"...

Dear Diary, I'm having a little problem
I cant make it by myself maybe you can help me solve ‘em
I'm confused and I don’t know what to do
I'm hoping you can help me ‘cause there's no one else to talk to
I want to die, but it ain't for me
I try to talk to my dad, but my old man ignores me
He says I'm delirious
And I drink too much, so he doesn’t take me serious
But little does he know I'm really losing it
I got a head, but ain’t no screws in it
I be thinking deep
That’s one of the reasons at night I cant sleep
I thought it would change when I was older
But even now I'm still peeping over my shoulder
There’s your life after death too
And what about the man with the cane and the black suit?
And what about cancer?
Too many motherfucking questions and not enough answers
Ain’t no use in trying
We might as all face it, we were all born dying
There’s a black book in Brad's hands
And it's the diary of a madman