Slum Village - Insane lyrics
[Slum Village - Insane lyrics]
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 niggas be twistin
Up for the conversation in my day niggas was
Twisted off the meditation
Never ever catchin some niggas
With a occupation now a dayz niggas 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 niggas be hatin
Just waitin to be catching a fist to the face
Waitin for a nigga 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 proportionsriots
Outside the recordin wires
Fires were scorchinhydrants
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 it's 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
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 niggas be twistin
Up for the conversation in my day niggas was
Twisted off the meditation
Never ever catchin some niggas
With a occupation now a dayz niggas 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 niggas be hatin
Just waitin to be catching a fist to the face
Waitin for a nigga 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 proportionsriots
Outside the recordin wires
Fires were scorchinhydrants
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 it's 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