Paranoid

Verse #1:

Yo I got these voices that are running through my head, tryna tell me who the fuck I am, Fuck that, nope, nope, nope, I’ma tell them, but to my surprise they’re a little hell bent. Every time I try to talk about it , static from them will cause a power outage. I’ve been prowling looking for an outlet, and it’s sounding like I might have found it, but...

Every time I hear a twig snap my wrist snaps to my pistol and I high tang grip that. When I’m doing that I’m doing it to mitigate the kick back thinking I’ma hit em till their dispatched. Better go get cover better get back. Yo I got your number and I’m detatched. Like no other I’ma eat, sleep, breathe rap; this is gonna be my summer and I really mean that. It’s been a long time coming, reminiscing on the struggles its mind numbing. Fuck yea, I’ve been in trouble but I love it, one day Ima run Detroit like Mike Duggan. Mossberg 500 put another slug in. Search and assess; same time that I pump it. When I’m training I’m running and gunning like I’m running and gunning like I’m running from something; the mother fuckers are coming but then again maybe..

Chorus:

I’m just suffering from paranoia, over suspicious and man it’s annoying. Irratated I’m just tryna avoid it, it’s starting to interfere with my enjoyment. So aggravated I can’t just ignore it; to my happiness it acts as a poison. Tryna stay busy, he’s not alright is he? I’m doing everything I can to avoid it. I’m paranoid. They’re saying I’m paranoid. Maybe I’m paranoid. Fuck it I’m paranoid.

Verse #2:

And I’ma shred anyone who ever stood in my path. If that includes you, there’s no coming back. You gone need a new suit to wear in your casket, if anyone’s asking; ain’t scared to harass him. I’ma stuff the body parts in a basket. Immortalizing rhymes till I’m everlasting, it’s close to the only reason I’m rapping, that and so I can still have life after death. What’s on your mind, you think I’m a threat? More than a few times now I’ve escaped death. Ain’t even trying, how much you wanna bet? Color outside the lines, different from the rest; what, you think I’m lying? Can’t you see I’m obsessed? Prisoner of my mind, and you’d never guess. Of course that’s not what my psychiatrist says, he’s saying that..

Verse #3:

And I’m about to Harry S. Truman your movement. If you didn’t get that I was talking about nukes and you’re stupid. They whisper about me keep saying I’m ruthless; maybe because I’m way past marching, I’m shooting. And I’m tryna upgrade the car that I cruise in, tryna get paid for the bars in my music. Never really been one for causing confusion, just making it clear so you all know the future is here. I’ll prove to you this is a art, you watch one day I’ll be ripping the charts. Packing stadiums and making them march. Probably have to call the National Guard. Martial Law; set the curfew after dark. Massive hysteria, causing alarms, raising up arms, drumming batons till everyone’s gone.