A Madman’s Dream

[Verse 1: Payday]
I've got a rep as a sick individual
'Cause my material's original plus critical
Wild like a savage, well above average
The world had it coming when my mom's named me Travis
Straight from the womb, I come to bring doom, so give me room
As I presume to break apart you little goons
Competitors are blind, they're left behind and can't find
I find a rhyme to mind, rewind this line just one time
I leave you stiff like a mannequin, ain't no needed panickin'
I aim for your abdomen and cut like Kenny Anderson
Herb, yo hit the curb, when my words swerve and hit the nerves
You get served like some chips and hors d'oeuvres
Miraculous tactics, a drastic burn like acid
Bastards getting blasted from the style that I've mastered
Deep meditation like I'm on medication
Because my creation terrorizes the whole nation
As long as the sky's blue and the sun still shines
Lord give me the strength and I'ma always drop rhymes

[Verse 2]
I never took a loss for nothing that I had, G
Since the age of three, I ran the streets crazy
Buck wild, Brooklyn, bad boy gangster style
Stuck before your fronts, yeah pretty boy smile
I never had nothing but a nine doing crime
I'd rob you for a dime, in order to get mine
I ran the streets and put the beef to cease
I play for keeps and smoke chumps like a loosie
I got props on blocks in the boondocks
My name rings bells like the neighborhood weed spot
Pack a Tec so, call me a threat
A vest can't protect dum-dums in your chest
So bang, one gun shot to your brain
You fall in pain, I take your loot and your chain
Money grip, because I'm on some bullshit
And if I can't have what I want, I'm taking it
My repertoire goes farther than just being a star
If I wanted attention, I would hijack a car
Now you got the cops telling me what to do
I don't love myself, so how the fuck I'ma love you?
All I need is a Glock with two clips, and a spliff
And I'm on a rampage, the stick fixer
I crack skulls, break backs and all that
Believe me black, I leave holes in your starter's cap
So buck buck, what the fuck, bring it on, word is bond
Cause you'll sing the blues like Sarah Vaughn
Chumps will get dumped in the river
Click goes my trigger, 'cause I'm out to make my pockets bigger
Down with the ex-convicts, all loading clips
The niggas that I stick are stuck, so run it quick
There's not a man alive that can survive
Twenty-one shots from my nine into his spine
If you're hardcore, make yourself visible
Light up your blunts, and just roll with the criminals

[Verse 3]
Boom goes the shotty, into your body
'Cause I like living wild like John Gotti
When they say I don't give a fuck, that means anybody
So who the hell you think you are, nigga? Somebody?
Check how I get down, cock the trey pound
The first to make a sound, is the first to catch six rounds
From the revolver, burning chumps like lava
Tie em' up and then throw em' in the harbor
My mind changes, causing me to shoot strangers
You don't know me, so your life's in danger
I'm un-tamable, mind un-explainable
When I bug and pump slugs in your cranium
I see you scheming so I'm reaching for my tool
Come on bad boy, I give you three to make ya move
He seen the 9mm and the anger from my grill
I cock back the steel, and let twenty one spill
Into his brain, at point blank range
'Cause I'm a criminal minded thug on the verge of going insane
So let it rain as I inflict pain
And give migraines to the punks who can't hang
With the underground funk bandit, god damn it
My mind is like a bomb and I'm blowing up the planet
Mentally fit when I flip, you're off it
When I load up my thoughts, cock it back and then spit
Some hardcore, literature, at you, immature, amateurs
Don't you know PayDay will damage y'all?
B-R-Double O-L-K-Y-N, like the state pen, so if you're weak don't come in
Give me respect and respect you shall get
But if I don't get mine's, then y'all niggas don't get shit