Lyrics - Once I get in that mind state, I feel my pupils dilate, Runnin all my life for every mile break, Down and I’ll take a couple fouls with me out of bounds, Developed somethin that hyped the crowd, Where’s your idol now? Taken his or her final bow, I’m a sick pup fresh out the pound, My breeds extinct but my kinds allowed, Watch me throw the dice when the lights are out, I’m the chimera from a dark legend, Bitch the lions loud, And the snakes venom has an Eagles eye, Yes I’m three headed, The freaks let in, A Greek threat an, I’m an MC, With unique threadin, Fuck your cheap credit, What I do? to these beats shred it, I didn’t wanna let it get under my skin, Pathetic, So I grab my gun and set it on the desk, And pretend the dust collected, Isn’t musk, From the other Shepard, I’m a stubborn leopard, In the jungle leapin, There’s a ton of reasons, For the numb to leave em, I could crumble from what’s underneath him, I’m like daredevil season 1 dealin with the KingPin, What you see in this field of dreamin, Isn’t real, It appeals to demons, 2 tabs and I’m peeled My egos bleedin, Inside I can feel the steamin, Begin to release I’m in need of treatment, I’m always feelin defeated, But when I get on the mic, It’s like I’m rinsin my feet in, Their sinkin under, The sand beneath him, Don’t blink I’m thunder, No sheet or cover, Could save you, I gleam through clutter, I’m steam your butter, Don’t scream for others, I’m evil so when people smother each other, I’m dyin for brothers, Crying for mothers, Hidin don’t you lie when you judge us, The eye of the public, Is tied like a puppet, Throw some dirt In just rub it, I’m hurt and you love it, In my zone, I’m confirmin a club hit, Been firm with the suffix, Ain’t no turnin my cuff in, Just barely learnin to tuck in, Roll like I’m burnin in ovens, If your the Jew then I’m a German whose stormin, It’s Blitzkrieg bitch your cornered I’m formin, You misheard I’m not normal im Norman, And this earth needs a formal conformance, Bitch I’m about to blow from local performance, Always been my own vocal informant, In control of my torment, Center of my soul I’m open and torn in, Two, between an angel and Oman, The fame and the low an, So for now I’m just aimin and hopin,