Crazy

Yo, known as a ghost writer, rhymes for hire
Lines is wired, My pen spit sparks of fire
Wild like choirs, its ah tight fight
Fuckin wit pliers, whites is bias
I broaden light to the liars, Johnnie unite us
We form deep, storm like riots
Keepin us quiet, i can't see it happen captain
Battle my rappin, style is disorderly fashion
Foul are rations, circled out, passin mics, my faction
More into crashin, big coats lookin Alaskan
Cookin assassins, over take stage wit rage
Yo Illah dayz no phase, see i was made
Straight out the cage black, im still jack of all trades
Illegally paid, in the mind, legally paid
Make panty raids, then slide in escalades
Whole boxes, watches, top notches, no blotches
Young and old foxes watch this

Off my rocker with the ruger
You see the medulla off on a tangent
My brain solid granite
To the planets that truly overstand it
Granted my breath wisely almighty face it
Caught in the matrix defacin biscuits
My niggas in drunk and lifted head in the moon
Hooligans roam the wet streets in the storm
Molotovs rain on the porch before dawn
A sandstorm forms in my throat be forewarned
I'll swing for the fences harder than Magglio Ordóñe(z)
Condone wilding out these streets is Vietnam
Moms warned running wild would follow me on
What type of shit is this? Formaldehyde dipped
Acid trip formula, other globe foreigner
Scrilla call the coroner, pump on I'm warning ya
Call a gold tarantula my breath form a web
Fuck a celeb, Death's my hood hero
Litigate life with Shapiro and Judge Ito

Ayo, I grab the microphone, skills at will
No rehearse on this verse, make ah weak head disperse
Chill before its war, I snatch ya rhymes like a purse
Then erf up, blood thirst, drunk shine out church cups
The worst luck, black clouds, Illah Dayz thoughts they reign
Fought to maintain, got aim higher than you lames
Tryna score, I keep mines up, cause Im for sure
Still poor, but I build for real to get more
Ya rhymes local, my voice parade like ah tour
I shine like the moon in all black, dealin wit goons
The unseen things I cling, vision is extreme
You not the real type, but ah fake human being
You still ah boy, young in the mind, go get clean
Im like the grand reaper, cut the shit out ya dreams
And i don't even know you on flows, son I can show
Ya measure messed up, get it right, u never close to
J.B, I dwell on the east of the D, Im only spittin one
But I'll fuck you up wit three, who the hell said
That you can fuck wit me, keep ya peace
Im out taking out this competition is a drought
Im like ah cold, fuck wit ya nose, smother ya snout
Niggas like my favorite fish dish and that's trout

Timeout...word outta here...Crazy shit man bout to go eat..yeah