Felt

Lyrics

I guess you could consider it poetry, but with
 me it started out with just words, just words.
 They started looking like puzzle pieces so I
 started connecting them to each other 'til they
 started to resemble blank canvases.
 By this time I was an artist so I just started to
 see these pictures, these real visuals,
 psychopathical killer
 (I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer
 I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer
 A psychopath, I'm a killer
 A psychopath, I'm a killer)
 Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night
 Sayin' I'm a killer
 Did you ever think we would come to find?
 Maybe in my dreams
 I'm a psychopath, I'm never keepin' it plain
 Lyrical murder is somethin' I've been about
 Ever since I was a little kid, doodlin' in the
 class
 Drew a picture of my teacher, bullet in his
 head, ruler in his ass
 With a toilet in front of him, throwin' up,
 pissed off
 Prolly symbolic of this thought, sick tot
 To my inner enemy in a rush
 I'm havin' nightmares of leavin' behind my
 dreams
 With anything less than a full bank
 It's like I'm General Hong, and I'm standin' in
 front of a gun
 I'm puttin' myself in the way of a bullet to pull
 rank
 The hood is over my eyes but the wool ain't
 Yeah, got the mentality of bein' with a wizard
 Every award show, we don't even get
 considered
 How do you sell somethin' that's so lyrical
 To a kid that wouldn't know what was hittin' if
 it hit him?
 Now I wanna talk about these niggas from
 Detroit
 Beef on me and Shady who was thinkin' 'bout
 We put the world onto it so watch how you
 say "fuck me"
 You just might jinx yourself, whoop, your girl
 gon' do it
 Cause I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the
 same time
 I had already been grindin' since '97, that's
 longevity
 And if you think you're lyrically better, you
 better be a killer
 (I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer)
 You ain't ever see a mothafucka get realer
 (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
 Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I choose
 (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
 Cause ain't nobody iller
 Knowing nobody for realer
 (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
 It's an elite drinker, mister ringleader
 I'm a deep thinker, I'm a street preacher
 With a street sweeper full of heat seekers
 In your Jeep speakers I'mma keep ringers
 I don't need heaters, I got the meat cleaver
 Welcome to the slaughterhouse
 Niggas try to tell me I spell too much
 Capital S to the laugh to the T-E-R
 Ho, U-S-E, now go to hell you fucks, word
 Making work disappear quick as magic
 Abracadabra, the traffic blacker than Africa
 Can you imagine a nigga flipping bread for the
 blood?
 Money like Dracula, hand him some spatula,
 ask me a question
 Am I the best with the flexing?
 Fuck yes with the goon talk
 I just moonwalk all over the beat then I'm
 lightin' up the street
 CROOKED going Michael Jackson on Thriller
 I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer
 (I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer)
 You ain't ever see a mothafucka get realer
 (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
 Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I choose
 (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
 Cause ain't nobody iller
 Knowing nobody for realer
 (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
 Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night
 Sayin' I'm a killer
 Did you ever think we would come to find?
 Maybe in my dreams
 The thought of retiring
 Is makin' me want to set your daughter on fire
 with a soldering iron
 What up mom, applyin' for the rim job, are you
 hirin'?
 I'm hopin' to fill up your opening
 Oh but I know I gotta meet a lot of
 requirements
 First I gotta accept you in the lobby and the
 isle and
 You've probably already been with all the
 slaughter and iron men
 No mood to be playin' second fiddle, slob on
 this violin
 With no strings attached
 I'm just the product of a hostile environment
 But bein' brought up so brought up inspired
 But I don't know why, it's still like I'm caught
 up inside a whirlpool
 Not an appliance, but applyin' this science, I
 psychotically rhyme
 And it's like stars have aligned all in alliance
 Heart of a lion, balls of Goliath
 Obscene talkin', the twine like a bean's talkin'
 and buyin'
 But I keep walkin' the line between the wrong
 and the right
 But everything I write seems wrong and it's
 like
 I'm ecstatic at all the static that I can still
 cause
 In the fabric of our modern society
 Now Catholics are panicking cause I snapped
 back to my old antics and shenanigans
 Dammit the pope's mad again
 Probably shouldn't have ran up in the Vatican
 with that mannequin
 Singin' "Bagpipes from Baghdad" again
 In my dad's drag draggin' a faggot in, a glad
 bag
 Won't be the last time I make a dramatic
 entrance, like that again
 You thought I was lyin' when I said I think that
 I'm crossin' the line again?
 I've lost my mind, caution oh God I think I've
 thought of another fucking line
 Forgive me father, for I have sinned
 But hip hop has left me brainwashed with a
 violent streak
 Defiant, now the odds of me tryin' to fuckin'
 be quiet
 Probably gotta be 'bout as high as the Jolly
 Green Giant
 After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer bee
 hive colony tryin' to sneak by it
 So please don't follow me while I revive rap
 I'ma start up a rioting, try to stop it or silence
 it
 You're not gonna, might as well just hit the
 block in your joggin' attire in
 Boston, across the marathon finish line and I
 Put your thoughts against mine
 Cause the arsenal I have'll scar you for life,
 worse than Dzhokhar
 And I have a bomb, pliers and barbed wire
 Your bars are like Barney Fife with a fucking
 swiss army knife
 A saber that's Darth Vader with arthritis at a
 bar fight
 With the Dark Knight on a dark night with his
 arms tied up
 I'm Dahmer-like when I'm on the mic, I'm not
 gonna lie
 Perform like I'm gonna die at the end of a
 song so it's hard for the rhyme to end
 Like fuck 'em all and just ride
 Like I'm locked up inside a shot of Bonnie
 and Clyde called
 Uncle Ronnie is driving, 'bout to burst in
 through the side door
 Fuck up an asylum and park in the dining
 room
 (I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer)
 You ain't ever see a mothafucka get realer
 (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
 Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I choose
 (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
 Cause ain't nobody iller
 Knowing nobody for realer
 (A psychopath, I'm a killer)
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:50
Key
2
Tempo
148 BPM

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