Psychosis (feat. Sean Price)

I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta
Psychosis
I'm going mental
I'm stuck in the melody
Call me instrumental
Hip hop felonies
Down with the gentle
Gotta analyze what I been through
Fuck you!

Tourette, one of my disorders
I been Horus
Make the beat explode when I spit on it
Supersonic, I'm fluid like gin tonic
And when I say I'm killing it
It's just symbolic
Come and hang with the dopekids
Come and hang, and I'ma show you how the show business is
If you the lawn, then I'm mowing it
Because I'm way too thick like I'm Jay-Z's lower lip
Can't get a grip on my sober shit
Now let me break these niggas down to the last little bit

And blast cum on your pretty bitch
'Cause I got medical issues
And more than just a silly twitch
Get out my way, 'cause I'm pretty pissed
Grab niggas by their necks and dump 'em in a dirty ditch
And dirty dicks for your nerdy bitch
I'ma never switch
Stay like this
Till I'm 36
You jerk prick, just insert disc
Or I'ma get busy like an insurgent

It's
Way more than I can cope with
Hopeless
Dope DOD, living with a psychosis
Come along, come and see it
Psychotic being, circus freak: Skits!
I cut wack MC's careers short as a fetus
Now I'm on the brink of destroying world leaders
I enter arenas, seen as the beast in the sport
Chopping down crews with a 3-meter sword
When P's on the boards, there's a chemical reaction
Run while ya can, start heading for the exits
'Cause my skin melts off when I transform
And shut down blocks like a sandstorm
You come across as a nervous teen
I go blind in the club and wake up to a murder scene
Drug tester, raise my blood pressure
I give chicks a case, a shock lecture
Raps Mad Hatter, in effect!

I kill a track with flows from the bottom of the riverbed
And I ain't finished yet, within a millisec
I cut the crap and snatch ya by ya little head
I hit the switch to high voltage
And stay slick as I live in psychosis!

Psychosis, I wrote this
Heroin needle with wings: Fly dope shit
Port of Miami, I'm hangin' near a boat, bitch
Open the box, and that's where the coke bricks
I'm so slick, no wave grease
When the four spit, don't wave peace
I'm about war, diamond with no flaws
Rhymin' is so raw, climbin' from dirt poor
Mentally sick, I'm meant to be rich
But I'm the opposite, I'll pop the fifth and empty the clip (haha)
No smile and a fucked up grin (P!)
Profilin' with scuffed up Timbs
Past the point of no return
Blast the joint, ignore the burns
Lost contact with reality
Psychosis, who the fuck wanna battle me?