Hieroglyphics, Casual, Del the Funky Homosapien, Souls Of Mischief - Hydra lyrics

I'm a shady ass fool
I stick a machete in the back of
Your rib cage
Trying to disengage the blade just to save
Your life, caught a knife, backstabbed again
Jealous, want your cabbage then, yelling out
How I break out the mack ten
Fully automatic then
Start spraying up shots, like crooked cops
Squeezing the trigger like Ice T
It's magical
How the shiesty ones gradually metamorphosise
Right before your eyes and then flash on you

I get cold sweat, every morning
Waking up from nightmares, about heaven being
This padded room
That god said I'm never leaving
I wonder if I'm dead or breathing
I think he's punishing me
Cuz I think people look better bleeding
I praise, for Prozac and Codeine
To keep my mind floating
Hoping I don't hurt somebody for nothing
I praise, I remember brighter days
Before I was abducted by the grays
And now my mind's a maze, understand

I be strong in the Berkeley streets
Searching for meat and trashcans
With assorted leftovers i face foreclosure
My mind roams in zones and mazes
Thinking about the days I rhymed
(I could've made it)
I can't accept panic swept, I'm an arsonist
Leaving the Oakland hills smoke filled
I'm deadlier than arsenic
Down at lake Merritt, setting ducks on fire
Watch the fluttering flab
I'm on the run, fuck the priors!

Five heads is better than one
Instead of just one
When you see me you better run
They try to say that I'm crazy
But I'm normal y'all crazy

They say I'm volatile, infantile talented
Not demented enough to be committed
But unbalanced i lost my parents as a kid
Nobody's really certain if their
Deaths were an accident
That gets me laughing
You're all just victims for the assassin
Using drugs is suppressive
But I can't surpass 'em
To kill a cancer, catch it
I wanna see the whole world in ashes
Only then will I be happy

They got my attitude switching
Conditions my brain
Moving fast and I'm twitching
Of this prescription drug, addiciton
Try to maintain the same
But everything's against the grain
So it don't make sense to complain
I'm convinced that my brain is tense
From the strain of stress
Wanderin' your town, with intensive pain
And yes
I like to do things until my mood swings
Then
I'm like fuck that, y'all niggas is strange!