MAAD World

[Intro] I told you, I use X. Attack before I go in the booth [Verse] Straight out the beast coast a crazy mothafucka named Wait a minute Said it before but reminding y'all that I'm crazy, listen Stay with consistent outrageousness while I claim admittance To the fact that a part of my head resembles a crazed delinquent Am I a product of my place or product of my mind? I'm just a product of this world manifested through time Watching televisions having my vision become defined By the sensationalism of your local news at 9 Images of sweatshops, recklessness at rest stops Retaliation when innocent men get their heads clocked By the city's finest, you tell me who's behind this Niggas actin in blackface claiming that they are Midas I never popped a molly but I'll tell you what I try to open up my mind, experimenting drugs So tell me what your life's about homie And I'll tell you bout the time my world was crystal on peyote It's not about me floating, but unlocking a plan To escape this crazy race through my own pineal gland Writing letters to my own alter ego's like I was stan Hot boxing in the whip like I don't own a fuckin fan In a labyrinth with Pan just having a conversation About theories of mental emancipation and creation And destruction, will it be spontaneous combustion? Or will a black hole give our world the ultimate suction? Or political corruption? How fuckin ironic man If the Mayans would predict that we died by our own hands Let me break it down again for your attention span The world will only end by our own damn hands There's no such thing as a photon band And before a comet hits we'll have nuked another land We live inside an age were truth's treated like bad words I'm just a good mind, corrupted by a maad world