http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrpetzaHm-s
Delusions of Grandeur
Illusions of brain lure
Confusions that seem pure
Idea factories couture
Widely accepted
lobotomies with no cure
I'm so sure
What they said was Kosher
But it's givin me beef
N the only relief
is in this
blood on my hands
the bodies in these stands
these murders was not planned
but it feels Hell a Merry to go HAM
I mighta just got damned
but i'd a been Gotdamned
if i sat thru more lies
at this high school election
this girl preachin her perfection
givin these lil boys erections
with a pushup bra
n COVERGIRL
n some underwear
u coulda called neglection
so my memories foamin
n they bubblin up
like when Bush deployed
my cousin but missiles never showed up
but my Cuz got blown higher than
the gas prices that shot up
guess that oil was ghost too
n if Politicians could bleed too
i'd cut em til they drain
n call it P soup
but instead i walked on stage
n snapped in my rage
n beat dat high school girl
til her ears started to bleed
i laughed a lil harder cause she
was wearin a weave
Her parents jumped up
n screamed at me
but the tears in they eyes
was ugly to me
i only stopped stabbin em
cause my daughter didnt agree
my wife sittin shocked
n she glarin at me
she aint believe what
her pupils had just seen
the teacher aint believe
their pupil just got seamed
but the smile on my face
is a permanent one
it'll remain til i lie cold
in Cell block one
it's where they keep
us hell bent ones
they told me to graduate
"dont be a statistic"
forgot to mention
that gettin a job is
unrealistic
she said you should settle down
n we could be together to
found out the offer stood
for 3 other niggas too
they said my first
was a miscarriage
baby was sick
but the Dr had gave us
the wrong pills - aint that a bitch
they said my cuz died
threw himself on a grenade
his friend told me friendly
fire made him Minute Maid
Two girls owe me lines on this track
Mariah Jay
Guess we'll play a game of holla back
Exchange rants with Monique Aleithia Grant
Someone owed me inspiration
i had to grind this without some
where's Padilla at son?
whatever, I'm lost in the world
i'm up in my mind
buildin a still with my time n these rhymes
i'm ready for the beasst with knife n candlesticks
but it seems tonight i'm safe from Renwicks
They should be comin for me soon
but i'm ready to die
they think they'll win with armored platoon
haha - a lie
Delusions of Grandeur
Illusions of brain lure
Confusions that seem pure
Idea factories couture
Widely accepted
lobotomies with no cure
I'm so sure
What they said was Kosher
But it's givin me beef
N the only relief
is in this
blood on my hands
the bodies in these stands
these murders was not planned
but it feels Hell a Merry to go HAM
I mighta just got damned
but i'd a been Gotdamned
if i sat thru more lies
at this high school election
this girl preachin her perfection
givin these lil boys erections
with a pushup bra
n COVERGIRL
n some underwear
u coulda called neglection
so my memories foamin
n they bubblin up
like when Bush deployed
my cousin but missiles never showed up
but my Cuz got blown higher than
the gas prices that shot up
guess that oil was ghost too
n if Politicians could bleed too
i'd cut em til they drain
n call it P soup
but instead i walked on stage
n snapped in my rage
n beat dat high school girl
til her ears started to bleed
i laughed a lil harder cause she
was wearin a weave
Her parents jumped up
n screamed at me
but the tears in they eyes
was ugly to me
i only stopped stabbin em
cause my daughter didnt agree
my wife sittin shocked
n she glarin at me
she aint believe what
her pupils had just seen
the teacher aint believe
their pupil just got seamed
but the smile on my face
is a permanent one
it'll remain til i lie cold
in Cell block one
it's where they keep
us hell bent ones
they told me to graduate
"dont be a statistic"
forgot to mention
that gettin a job is
unrealistic
she said you should settle down
n we could be together to
found out the offer stood
for 3 other niggas too
they said my first
was a miscarriage
baby was sick
but the Dr had gave us
the wrong pills - aint that a bitch
they said my cuz died
threw himself on a grenade
his friend told me friendly
fire made him Minute Maid
Two girls owe me lines on this track
Mariah Jay
Guess we'll play a game of holla back
Exchange rants with Monique Aleithia Grant
Someone owed me inspiration
i had to grind this without some
where's Padilla at son?
whatever, I'm lost in the world
i'm up in my mind
buildin a still with my time n these rhymes
i'm ready for the beasst with knife n candlesticks
but it seems tonight i'm safe from Renwicks
They should be comin for me soon
but i'm ready to die
they think they'll win with armored platoon
haha - a lie
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