A Hazy State of Mind

[Intro] Korgy on the rhymes, Turel on the beat 13-37, Juggernauts [Verse 1: Young Korgy] See I’m a strange dude with some different thoughts Lost on the fact that rap should be a chilling art And not a smelly fart, like most these artists are You see the lyrical limit could never be too far It’s all in our imaginations who we truly are Not what the public sees, or makes you try to be Just do you and never enter in their grimy schemes Look at the clock and ask yourself what time it is For me it’s 4:20, and I ain’t being funny Time to see the world through the eyes of flightless birds Ignore these people grabbing power with a wizard’s urge And all these spoken words, I hear ‘em in reverse It’s like a gift and curse to spit the dopest verse ‘Cause when you spit with substance, you never get heard Never mind, ignore that Just some negative thoughts from a poor cat Gearing up for the warpath Got my mic, got my pen and my pad Let me take a couple puffs and I’m ready for that I’m a drug dealer, but I ain’t selling crack I’m just giving you rap Are you a cynic, critic, listener, or sycophant? Or you like me just smoking on the gifted plant? Hope you get a chance to show ‘em what you’re worth A diehard dreamer been it since the day of birth Everything goes through cycles of binge and purge Which includes rap and the business world Binging on the whack for too long and it’s time to hurl It’s a red alert when they see us coming up They know their time is nearly done with all that swagger stuff Ain’t saying I’m the best, I know I brag enough Always sounding tough, but really I’m a humble guy But even then, trust I got a dark side Don’t show it often, I try to keep it locked inside Just hope that I don’t hit the boiling point like Tech N9ne Go demonic mode and then we’ll see who wreck rhymes All these shit talkers acting like they West Nile couple with a heart attack Thinking they’re the sickest when really they’re hypochondriacs Hearing ‘em rap is like being bored at the laundromat Like I give a damn about ‘em stacking racks on racks How in the hell is that relate-able? How is it their taste? Who’s your target fan base? Donald Trump and Bill Gates? I guarantee 90% of the people who bump this garbage rap Aren’t pulling in quote “racks” This has been a little look inside the mind of a stoner Wake and baking like Folgers, hoping that his lyricism is colder Just a piece of my mind state Here’s to hoping that somebody cops this mixtape