Prozak - Keep Grindin' lyrics

Well alright it was once said that uh
You can't stop what can't be stopped or uh
You can't kill what can't be killed
You know what I'm saying
We're gonna give you another
Tale From The Sick
Cause that is what this is
And this here is my boy Prozak
Hailing all the way from Saginaw, michigan
He is The Hitchcock Of Hip-hop

Don't think I hear them plannin
To try to reach the planet
I roll with Strange Music
Bitch we carry automatic
To all you hating faggots
Who wants to start some static
I call me Quick Quick
But clips can make you drip with maggots
No method to this madness
I do this for the thrill
I still do PDM, right now I'm the solo kill
Relax and take these pills
Should help to ease those ills
You mind will spin in circles
'briate your brain stays still
I'm still the same old
Motherfucker screaming fuck fame!
Mob underground and hell and
Marching over red flames
So tell me who's to blame
The planet as a whole the Corporations gain
Now watch the panic grow

See I've been down this road
I'm still a million miles
From where I'm going watcha think of me?
Watcha see in me? Who I'm tryna be?
And I'm still grinding
See I've been down this road
I'm still a million miles
From where I'm going who I wanna be
It's what I'm gonna be and if you trouble me
I keep riding

Psychotic rhymes that show
Malotic rhymes that flow
Exploding microphones with
Schizophrenic episodes
I'm aiming at your soul
You feel the darkness grow
They call me Hitchcock
The modern day Edgar Allen Poe
I love them Gothic bitches
They are stripping at my shows
I hang with misfit's, and weirdos
And also Juggalos
Radio stations keep hatin' because
Of statements I'm making
Like they mistake me for Satan
Why must I be forsaken?
So keep on conversating
I'm here to haunt the nation
I am the ghost of those who
Chose to pose the Declaration
I'm here to fight for freedom
I'm here to fight for speech
And trust me we can beat them
We own the streets

See I've been down this road
I'm still a million miles
From where I'm going watcha think of me?
Watcha see in me? Who I'm tryna be?
And I'm still grinding
See I've been down this road
I'm still a million miles
From where I'm going who I wanna be
It's what I'm gonna be and if you trouble me
I keep riding

This life is critical
These times are biblical
Sin is habitual as these rhymes are political
Some say I'm cynical, some say I'm criminal
Some say I'm heaven sent
Behold the spiritual
Exquisite and spiritual
Yeah wicked and lyrical
The source of my material
Okay now here we go
Sometimes I wake up screaming and
Even if I'm dreaming
I'm pleading for reasons to belive is
This Prozak or Steven I'm wheezing
I'm barely breathing pleasing these
Demons I'm self-defeating
I'm freezing this heathen from perceiving
These thoughts that I'm receiving
I feel faint but I'm bleeding I
Can't take it I'm leaving
Is this fate that I'm meeting
Or these mushrooms I'm eating?

See I've been down this road
I'm still a million miles
From where I'm going watcha think of me?
Watcha see in me? Who I'm tryna be?
And I'm still grinding
See I've been down this road
I'm still a million miles
From where I'm going who I wanna be
It's what I'm gonna be and if you trouble me
I keep riding