Insane

Yeah, as we click and the furuistic zillionares

You know what I'm saying

Back in the day we used roll up some hoes

Never thought I'd be writing up a scroll on these halls

Now a day **** be twistin up for the conversation

In my day **** was twisted off the meditation

[Allllll child]in my day **** was living off of the plantation

Never ever catchin some **** with a occupation

Now a dayz **** be fiendin for the masturbation

From a bitch that got a dick with a clit-

Pulsatin/I say is what I said

That's right **** be hatin

Just waitin to be catching a fist to the face

Waitin for a **** to go insane, catch a case

Cause his drink was laced. now check it out..

I'm trying to finish this album while the economy's fallin

Drama be callin like it's palmin' a dime and quarter, dialin'

Behind is a war in the mind of a foreign climate

Designed for enormous giant dime proportions...riots

Outside the recordin wires fires were scorchin...hydrants

Apply to the stores where buyers are hypin and supportin the violence

The morgue is supplying, more over the line stiff brisk overly silent

Soldiers and pilots, my eyes to the ceilin

Fan's spinning by its limbs, the news is touchin like violins

Pluckin by the strings, my enviroment sufferin like me by the pen

Trying to find the next line to blend comin with nothin

I'm trying to rhyme again