Free Yourself from Illusions

Big Baby Gandhi Big fucking baby, huh? Free yourself from illusions (That Lucy in the sky) Free yourself from illusions (Shrooms are cool) Free yourself from illusions (Acid in my eyelid) Gandhi, yeah I’m back in the game on some crack and cocaine On some rapping insane, also macking your dame Y’all so wack, I’m ashamed Why you look at me like I’m hijacking the plane, huh? This style is that Iraq and Iran, they wanna smack up your man After they jack up his land, government tag Nafis Bin Islam, it still mean I been on these streets for this long See y’all look, I do what I gotta do, I do what a shotta do Y’all dudes do what Posada do, catching I do what tostadas do, yeah dipped in the illest fashion Who got the scholarship to all the fucking colleges? Walking from Metropolitan to Hollis, kid Young cosmopolitan hollering for you to swallow him You following? Why they try and cut the baby like Solomon Nonviolent and I protect myself Y’all better check yourself before I wreck your health I ain’t hard it’s just the life that I live I want a wife and a kid, fuck a knife and a shiv Buy a big house and just smile at my son Reminisce on what my child has become White picket fence in the hood, it’s quite different Got tight living in state of poverty Middle class rappers acting hard is all hypocrisy Possibly they glorify because they never starved like me Yes, what you think I’m fucking doing? I’m making this movement move faster with this music Damn right, the baby kind of nice, fly Grew up in the streets with the knife, I had to slice guys See me, I’m that rapper/producer I’m also a loser who choose to abuse the booze up See me in the streets I’m something like a spectacle Why they so skeptical? His flow so respectable Damn why they think his rap is a joke? It’s cause I’m wack and I’m broke and I’m smacked up on coke The brown immigrant, he sound ignorant He found sniffing it, downing Crown chicken wings And the biscuit's on my side like I’m cole slaw That’s a lie, only knives cause I’m so poor Cause I’m so raw, y’all know who it is The stupidest Buddhist zooted on pharmaceutics, kid Pharmaceutics, kid, I bring the motherfucking ruckus In the game yelling at the players, Dick Butkus You know I’m the realest, the reala I chill with the chilliest of chillas Y’all ain’t really gorillas Yo, for real, who really really the realiest? The realest lyricist with the illest lyrics, kid Who really really the realiest? The realest lyricist with the illest and realest lyrics, kid Gandhi Big fucking baby See me in the streets, don’t talk to me, alright? I don’t give a fuck, swag on five million Y’all dudes need to hop off my dick It’s Big Baby Gandhi, Free Yourself from Illusions, alright? Don’t listen to society, they all telling lies Libraries is where the lies are buried, you feel me? Do drugs