Madchild - Brainstorm lyrics

I'm the all-seen
High being creature of the North Star
Dark force, family from Warsaw with war scars
Extraterrestrial, a short beast war chief
Now that I am home I'm causing more grief
Cannibal, I catch my prey and
Have a warm feast from grotesque to obese
But then fucking cold freaks in gold sheets
I'm the fucking man, that's a state of mind
Get it then I spend it 'til I'm broke
The only way to grind
Can't help it, I'm self-destructive
When I rip myself apart that's
When I'm so productive
It's fucked up when I say I fucked up again
Fallen on my face and I get back up again
Guess I'm addicted to the suffering
Pop six Bufferin and get back to hustling
I'm a beast, not a man sinister with love
I'm wise as a serpent but innocent as doves

Lyrically unloading
Thoughts so hot they're exploding
Your style so old it's corroding
Write like Capote high on peyote
Eyes popping out like I'm Wile E coyote
Not one iota, a one guy older
A one guy younger has the
Hunger that I'm holding
In my city on my side of the country
I am the greatest
That's it, point blank, flat out, no debating

I'm in the mood to work
Not in the mood to play
I'm never putting off tomorrow what
I can do today
And I ain't following no rules so
There's no rules to break
I've got moves to make and
All these fools are fake, aye
Lucifer's a liar setting fires all the time
Misguided angel, I'm inspiring your mind
The weekend it is here the
Kids are doing drugs
In the clubs having fun while
I'm busy spewing blood
I'd love to stick my cock into
The mouths of all these girls
But, I'm busy working on my
Plan of conquering the world
And I don't give a fuck about these dwarfs
They got short vision my focus razor sharp
Now the mountain lord's risen

Lyrically unloading
Thoughts so hot they're exploding
Your style so old it's corroding
Write like Capote high on peyote
Eyes popping out like I'm Wile E coyote
Not one iota, a one guy older
A one guy younger has the
Hunger that I'm holding
In my city on my side of the country
I am the greatest
That's it, point blank, flat out, no debating

Hearts are for the joy
To get it will never end
While the kids are taking pills
Dancing in the Devil's den
Right now I'm at three trying
To get to level ten
Other local rappers worried about their
Parties and their friends
That's why I'm alone, that's why I'm at home
That's why I ain't answering these
Texts on my phone
Half these messages they are from
Girls that want to bone
Eventually they'll quit
Go out and look for other clones
And I will still be right
Here writing up a storm
When I'm ready to spit lightning I
Get Viking on the horn
I have finished writing
Meet me at The Chamber
He'll ask me how it went
I'll say "rappers are in danger"

Lyrically unloading
Thoughts so hot they're exploding
Your style so old it's corroding
Write like Capote high on peyote
Eyes popping out like I'm Wile E coyote
Not one iota, a one guy older
A one guy younger has the
Hunger that I'm holding
In my city on my side of the country
I am the greatest
That's it, point blank, flat out, no debating