Look I’m so crazy that they gave me a special coat / I spend my time memorizing rhymes that I never wrote / and you don’t need a stethoscope, tune into the episode / sync yourself into the beat LD put to the metronome / I’m Daeda Se7en just a man on the edge / cuz I’m trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents / if you think I’m crazy you should listen to them / nurses bring that jacket, Se7en’s lost it again /

Ay yo, Mexican-American psycho, the homie liable / kurst with the vital daeda then just kill it on the microphone / for real I got that type of flow, skill lines’ll mangle ya / California’s very own chill side strangler / for real I know crazy and his older brother felony / so you gon do you—I do what the voices telling me / compelling me to write chaos as my soliloquy / Gang Starr with a verse until everybody feeling me /

C: Like this, something for the fanatics / slip into the madness like a strait jacket / and it goes left (HEY), right (whoo) / and we sticking and moving like voodoo / yeah, psychosomatic / loony-sporadic like a strait jacket / and it goes left (whoo), right (HEY) / loosen your screws and go crazy /

I plan to leave insanity but gradually it always seems to be pulling back at me / and actually my faculty cause casualties to anybody that’s fucking with the family / not to be pushed, I’m close to the edge / screws loose in my brain, not right in the head / biting all the nurses that be hiding all the meds / cuz I’m fighting all the urges twisting mine like a dread /

Or am I country as old grandma / homies that hold hammers so you don’t want no drama / no manners and really it don’t matter / less it’s time to pause and pose for hoe’s cameras / I’m so hammered off the liquor indeed / you couldn’t be sicker than me with a liver disease / shit that I speak is a kick in the teeth / ridiculous spittin’ heat cuz you’re a victim to me /

OK, OK you see now first off, I done been fingered as a fugitive / who’s been amused with self-mutilating rudiments / bruises and multiple contusions prove I’m losing it / woozy influenced movements from soothing hallucinogens / it’s why I’m topsy and turvy / and hardly a nurse can discern me like RP McMurphy / tread soft, cuz if you start to disturb me / you’ll be wearing your heart on your Marc Echo jersey /

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B: We tripping like we oughta be / stomping it dominantly / and even a lobotomy couldn’t ever silence we / yo, do the step and creep left to the right / rep to def and bring Death to the mic / and we bombing like a Molotov / till the wheels is falling off / crazy with the devilry we hailing in this holocaust / yo, do the step and creep left to the right / get your breath and catch wreck for the night /

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