Mad Scientist

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Four in the morning
Twisting another one red eye and yawning
Trying to ignore it
My brain is raining so hard that its storming
Daily performance
The feeling of falling
Feeling this often
Over flowing them poems while everyones snoring
You know what time it is, Mad Scientist
Lab coat trying to give life to this
On my last two like a cyclist
Can't fight the gift
The mic will glitch
Even if I never make it out this bitch
Overload the servers blow microchips
So they don't forget that I'm bout this
Since I first heard Emcees bounce like this
Riding through the city in my cockpit
Inside my minds like a mosh pit
Big nuggets in my blunt like an ostrich
Probably smelling obnoxious 
The final spin, the Pipers in
If I could win this battle that's beneath my skin
I could reach the world with the heat within
So much pressure make speakers bend
And I don't give a f*ck if my style is in
Leviathan, higher than
Going five, five five times again with Doc and them
Off weed and wax, frightful blend
They won't even know it till the cycle ends
We keep shit jumping make it hop the fence
Shit stay tight let the knots commence
Little did they know we was dropping gems
Riding through the city in my cockpit
This little bad thing my accomplice 
Roll em by the pair like chopsticks
Gas on deck like the Locksmith
Challenge, unbalanced thinking he too tossed
Couldn't manage the malice maybe he too sauced
Manic depressive mi pana he's so lost
Ride till the muthafucking wheels fall off
Wheels fall off
Wheels fall off, yea
Ride till the muthafucking wheels fall off
Wheels fall off
Wheels fall off, yea
Ride till the muthafucking wheels fall off
Wheels fall off
Wheels fall off, yea
Ride till the muthafucking wheels fall off
Wheels fall off
Wheels fall off, yea
This what the nights end like
When thugs cry bring sirens by 
And the fork's left brought more death to your door step
No use trying to hide
Face them with vibrant eyes
Gotta fight for your life sometimes
Even the ones that you help Rise
Clip your wings when you ready to fly
All through the galaxy solo
Big fucking blunts like Bolo
Ghost mode just boat loads of instrumentals in a four door
Smoke pouring out, more renowned
Fucked around and we touring now
Put a vibe through you
Come live to you with a spoken sound
To hold you down through war or lounge
More bounce 
Then your muthafucking average ounce
Make me pull this magic out
In a room that's full of doubt
Where the rumors are well endowed
And the fumes are thick as clouds
The truth will soon reach out
Where silence is still a shout, hear me out no words I'm saying, yo
Riding through the city in my cockpit
Got the future in my optics
Hot switch off from a block pitch
Where the spot was hot like the tropics
So keep me out of that gossip
Came a long way from a job list
Couldn't take what's in store if you shop lift
Making something from nothing was the plot twist, plot twist
You know what time it is, Mad Scientist
Boat loads of instrumentals in a four door
Wheels fall off
Wheels fall off, yea
Wheels fall off
Wheels fall off, yea
Wheels fall off
Wheels fall off, yea
Ride till the muthafucking wheels fall off
Wheels fall off
Wheels fall off, yea

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