and this here is my boy prozak hailin all the way from from saginaw
michigan
he is the hitchcock of hiphop
don't think i hear them plannin
to try to reach the planet. i roll with strange music
bitch we carry automatics. to all you hatin' fagets
who wants to start some static. i call me quick quick
but clips can make you drip with maggots. no method to this madness
i do this for the thrill. i still do bdm
right now i'm the solo kill. relax and take these pills
should help to ease those ills. you mind will spin in circles
'briate your brain stays still. i'm still the same old motherfucker screaming fuck fame. mob underground and hell and marchin over red flame. so tell me who's to blame
the planet as a whole. the corporations gain
now watch the panic grow. see i've been down this road. i'm still a million miles from where i'm going. watcha think of me?
watcha see in me?
who i'm tryna be?
and i'm still grindin'. see i've been down this road. i'm still a million miles from where i'm going. who i wanna be. it's what i'm gonna be. and if you trouble me. i keep ridin'. pychotic rhymes that show
malotic rhymes that flow. exploding microphones with schitzophranic episodes. i'm aiming at your soul
you feel the darkness grow. the call me hitchcock
the modern day edgar allen poe. i love them gothic biches
they be strippin' at my shows
i hang with misfits
and wierdos
and also juggalos. radio stations keep hatin' because of statements i'm makin'
like they mistake me for satan
why must i be forsaken?
so keep on conversatin'
i'm here to haunt the nation. i am the ghost of those who chose pose the declaration. i'm here to fight for freedom
i'm here to fight for speech. and trust me we can beat them
we own the streets. see i've been down this road. i'm still a million miles from where i'm going. watcha think of me?
watcha see in me?
who i'm tryna be?
and i'm still grindin'. see i've been down this road. i'm still a million miles from where i'm going. who i wanna be. it's what i'm gonna be. and if you trouble me. i keep ridin'. this life is critical
these times are biblical. sin is habitual as these rhyems are political. some say i'm cynical
some say i'm criminal. some say i'm heaven sent
behold the spiritcal. exquisite and spiritual
yeah wicked and lyrical. the source of my material
ok now here we go. sometimes i wake up screaming and even if i'm dreaming
i'm pleading for reasons to belive is this prozak or steven i'm weezin'. i'm barely breathin' pleasin these demons i'm self defeatin'
i'm freezin' this heathen from perceiving these thoughts that i'm receiving. i feel faint but i'm bleeing i can't take it
i'm leaving is this fate that i'm meeting or these mushrooms i'm eating. see i've been down this road. i'm still a million miles from where i'm going. watcha think of me?
watcha see in me?
who i'm tryna be?
and i'm still grindin'. see i've been down this road. i'm still a million miles from where i'm going. who i wanna be. it's what i'm gonna be. and if you trouble me. i keep ridin'.