Delerium

[Verse 1: Tame One] My first hit of this fresh dip My skull splits just like some chick’s ass Quick fast, the lights flickered and flashed as I got trashed Past, present, or future just combined To intertwine with visuals Criminal chemicals mess with the sensible Men turned to vegetables, welcome to Hell Have you sweating like Alexander O’Neal on stage doing songs with Cherrelle Unusual smells, bells and whistles, the voices in my head Rock riddles while I pick the locks in mental hospitals Little brain stuck, purple rained up The sky cried and clouds cough I know it sounds off, walls I bounce off It’s awful, just what is this drug doing to ballers With a fifty dollar bottle from out the funeral parlor Blacking out like me in the open Super smoking and soaking something Too potent, love boating until I’m floating Until I exhale forgetting details Mentally blazed off of half the haze then pass it to Cage [Verse 2: Cage] I blasted out my Wallies, went through the roof on the zoom (Cage just fucked up my room) My hands are two fucking balloons Looking down on Newark, ankles bloody, I’m in Wonderland Slammed through suburbs, into some curbs I lost one of my hands Threw me in a silly cyclone, spitting up Till my breath started to exhale, caught a plague to the chest Threw me back to earth in pieces minus my spine, head Why the fuck is Tame One shoveling me out the driveway I like the nitro then go psycho with the lighter When a billy-goat's head on a naked chick joins the cipher My brain swells trying to escape its own package Till it shatters the screen out of the TV with my skull fragments Leaky packages secretly advocates of my demise I see mad sliding eyeballs on an abacus My walls bleeding, now the sky is red, two arms reaching Through the floor, I’m aiming at this raven at my door tweaking My lights are flickering, all my vision is different Personalities I can’t even account for bickering The scene’s dreamy, leave me this jar with a dead primey When the juice is gone, I’ll ring his ass out on a pack of beanies Hit the ceiling and stick inhaling the dip Blow dust in my pit’s face, he shits, delirium hits I start to time warp but crash into the wall funny Look up and see Tame just took the blunt from me [Verse 3: Tame One] Now Newports can absorb enormous amounts of this liquid We get sick with it, addicted to what the dip did to the misfits Tsk tsk, we risk life and limb five to ten times daily We scared to hit it but still distribute it fairly Rarely sober but over the top with the rock Just barely dropped but not to be shook like soda pop Control dangerous substances, dust is nothing to fuck with My different dutches corrupted like half of Rutgers, New Brunswick Sick to my stomach, drugs in the hundreds lacing shit with Nice twice on the mic is like the Matrix glitch PCP me deeply, sinking into altered states Fallen from grace, my blunts taste like chocolate shakes I take over like J Hova to highjack your mental plain Just for a layover then play the cut like baking soda Spasmatic, another hip hop addict With habits on National Geographic’s front cover fucking a fat bitch