The Insane

The Insane

[Verse]
Here we go again from the goddamn backstreets
A sick muthafucka One Time can’t beat

[?], two stoges to the click labeled ALB
The [?] Billman Low and the goddamn G

My nigga the Black got it all on hit
Got it proper, fuck a copper, gotta goddamn clip

Now AD got it like this to be smooth
It ain’t what you know, but what you can prove

That’s why I finally drew the conclusion
A crazy nigga trapped in the world of confusion

Want a Black man in a bad neighborhood
Where young thugs are up to no good

Sweating like a slave to become a damn master
Never had a father figure, labeled as a bastard

Raised like a soldier on a nonstop battlefield
Couldn’t come up short, so a nigga got ill

[?] See my homie died, didn’t know what it meant
To be a damn victim of the environment

My hair got long and my brain got strong
That’s why a nigga started writing these songs

Never ever once liked vice, kicking niggas on the ass
[?] Won’t be nothing nice, niggas had to strive and sacrifice

‘Cause the game ain’t easy, believe that
And not everybody got your damn back

Hit a gate to avoid going upstate
Don’t be fake, and please don’t perpetrate

‘Cause perpetrators don’t last long
Me and Mac told you that in the last song

I got caught on a murder beef, kicked in the brain
Got thrown in the penn, now they label me ‘The Insane’

[Chorus/Sample]
The Insane

[Verse]
[?] Hauling thin in the hall, take a nigga all in
Niggas fear my evil grin

I just sit in my cell and write
And think about my hood every day and every night

Laying on my back, doing my ten year stretch
I thought I’d be the one that vice couldn’t catch

But I was wrong, now I’m singing that sad song
Damn, a gangsta in the ghetto don’t last long

I think about the fun I had, then laugh
I ain’t even tripping, got a [?] fin and a half

I’m only thirteen, I’ll be out when I’m twenty-three
My mother don’t even come up here and visit me

Now I’m eighteen and two quarters I’m hitting
Three more days and I’m off to San Quentin

I ain’t scared, young AD come prepared
I’ll punk out any muthafucka that stared

Niggas straight trip me out and call me cutie
Life ain’t easy in the penn for a new booty

So I just sit by myself in my cell
Hell is the ghetto, but jail is the real hell

I turned twenty-three, now I’m back on the streets
I’m back slanging dope, been out for three weeks

The fiends are saying, “Ad Rock, where have you been?”
I started cutting boulders off [?] …

I’m steadily serving my product to the crack fiends
And I’m seeing muthafuckas die on the Black scene

Ain’t worried ‘bout that cause I’m checking my grip
Nigga owed me money so he got his ass whipped

[?] It ain’t ‘cause he owed me and ‘cause he said he wouldn’t pay me
So I beat him down in front of his lady and his baby

A ruthless muthafucka, straight checked in the grind
I don’t care about yours, muthafucka, you got mine!

Life is a game, and AD is winning
And if you fall off the world, it’s still spinning

That’s why I’m clocking my thangs like a G
Ain’t never been a hustla like A-D

I’m up to ten O’s and I’m rolling like BART
A muthafuckin’ midtown G to the heart

I’m selling weight to the new jack hustlas
And I’m exterminating all punk bustas

I gotta call from the Mac to drop off a [?] kit
I thought I’d be in and out real quick

But it didn’t flow smooth, nigga pulled a ho move
Luckily, I had my best friend, the uze

I shot the Mexican in the head two times
I busted his bitch in the face and went for mines

I couldn’t believe it, he was my amigo
I took his ten keys out his El Camino

I loaded up my ride and I hit the way way
I noticed two CHiPs straight trailing the A

They threw on they lights, so I tried to play it cool
But they pulled me out the car and straight ran a jack move

They found the ten cakes, plus the U-Z-I
Now I’m in the penn and I’m straight facing life

But that’s okay, ‘cause I’m still strong
I’m stuck in the penn, but the story goes on

[Chorus/Sample]
The Insane

The Insane