Testo di Psychosis (feat. Sean Price)

I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta Psychosis I'm going mental I'm stuck in the melody Call me instrumental Hip hop felonies Down with the gentle Gotta analyze what I been through Fuck you! Tourette, one of my disorders I been Horus Make the beat explode when I spit on it Supersonic, I'm fluid like gin tonic And when I say I'm killing it It's just symbolic Come and hang with the dopekids Come and hang, and I'ma show you how the show business is If you the lawn, then I'm mowing it Because I'm way too thick like I'm Jay-Z's lower lip Can't get a grip on my sober shit Now let me break these niggas down to the last little bit And blast cum on your pretty bitch 'Cause I got medical issues And more than just a silly twitch Get out my way, 'cause I'm pretty pissed Grab niggas by their necks and dump 'em in a dirty ditch And dirty dicks for your nerdy bitch I'ma never switch Stay like this Till I'm 36 You jerk prick, just insert disc Or I'ma get busy like an insurgent It's Way more than I can cope with Hopeless Dope DOD, living with a psychosis Come along, come and see it Psychotic being, circus freak: Skits! I cut wack MC's careers short as a fetus Now I'm on the brink of destroying world leaders I enter arenas, seen as the beast in the sport Chopping down crews with a 3-meter sword When P's on the boards, there's a chemical reaction Run while ya can, start heading for the exits 'Cause my skin melts off when I transform And shut down blocks like a sandstorm You come across as a nervous teen I go blind in the club and wake up to a murder scene Drug tester, raise my blood pressure I give chicks a case, a shock lecture Raps Mad Hatter, in effect! I kill a track with flows from the bottom of the riverbed And I ain't finished yet, within a millisec I cut the crap and snatch ya by ya little head I hit the switch to high voltage And stay slick as I live in psychosis! Psychosis, I wrote this Heroin needle with wings: Fly dope shit Port of Miami, I'm hangin' near a boat, bitch Open the box, and that's where the coke bricks I'm so slick, no wave grease When the four spit, don't wave peace I'm about war, diamond with no flaws Rhymin' is so raw, climbin' from dirt poor Mentally sick, I'm meant to be rich But I'm the opposite, I'll pop the fifth and empty the clip (haha) No smile and a fucked up grin (P!) Profilin' with scuffed up Timbs Past the point of no return Blast the joint, ignore the burns Lost contact with reality Psychosis, who the fuck wanna battle me?