Self-Diagnosed

Self-Diagnosed Self-Diagnosed [Verse 1] Bout to kill the beat, no I’ma let it breathe Controlling the flow, no I’ma flood the sea Jimi Priceless, I’m a two-man team Got the game on lock and I swallowed the key So I’m keeping all these bitches hostage Let them go free after I keep them under bondage I won’t let you suffer but, depends on how my mood is You could get knocked out by my mood swing Make you see the light after I make you blackout All these bitches spineless, because I took their backs out I’m a two-headed Cyclops rhyming This verse is more than cyclothymic [Hook] I am bipolar mentally With schizophrenic tendencies And dysmorphic sensibilities Self-Diagnosed [Verse 2] Still sick as I start the second flow Still progressing even as a schizo I’ma just kick back and keep my fists low But who knows how far this will go About as far as a hebephrenic On the road of life speeding, taking a route that’s scenic Dementia praecox, this flow might be the meaning Demented I be it, Otherwise I wouldn’t mean it Fuck the world and everyone in it All I need is myself, my music and my lyrics This is avolition and alogia With asocialty and anhedonia [Hook] [Verse 3] Last verse, I’m the last man standing What’s in the mirror, I have no understanding Sinning like hell but I see a God body Fuck a body count cause everybody getting bodied So dig a mass grave, I’ll put anybody it Burial with my lyrical but I see myself in it The pit gets deeper than my train of thought Jimi Priceless, I cannot be bought Feeling God like and I pray I look like it The grandeur of dysmorphia, there is nothing like it Disorderly lifestyle, that’s what I’m living Seeing my competition while I’m looking in the mirror [Hook] Self-Diagnosed Self-Diagnosed