Got me rappin' bout skitzophrenics/as i spit frenetic/
Are we crazy/U bet it/
Bet that we are betta/ than Derek/
Fisher nailin' shots/
me myself and I give it all we got/
Psycho like Jim Carey pistolwhippin' cattle with his glock/
Now we goin' mad sorta like the cow disease/
or madda than the first time we watched striptease/
And was teased by a strip and a lot of kinky shit/
But the real trigga was when we didn't see no tits/
Damn/ who's talkin' is it me/ or me sparkin'/
drama with director's/ makin' documentaries with crip walkin'/
I hide from me/ move unda the cova of stealth/
One personality is blood/ the other crip/ last nite we choked myself/


This is really some garbage... but it's the most abstract shit i could think of at the time... But u know it's ya boy Manolo Ghunna repasentin' Kinston NC to da fullest... B-rok lets go!

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My flow is developing like a polaroid picture/
my "rhyme book" is the "bible" and i'm just "writing" my "scriptures."