Hydra - Hieroglyphics

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!

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