Amazing Prophet - Insomnia lyrics

INSOMNIA (HOOK: Ray Bandz) Insomnia got me up, its live any hour cuz' We from the city that never sleep, anytime that you find me up We k** it, deceased flow, a toast go to me though Get devoured on our side, this is the beast coast (x3) New York to be specific, and I'm off to be terrific Prolific, a mission to get rich with the sickest lyrics (VERSE 1: Ray Bandz) What if we a process the progress of evolution, What if god is just nonsense a mind set of sheer confusion What if we just prophets, never meant to accomplish Just deliver messages like envelopes i make a dope synopsis i mean, We do mobbin' to robbin' to poppin' mollies The smart ones are silenced by violence then gone and sent to islands and mind this, I do this to alter your point of viewin' Most of you making music just cuz' and its f**ing foolish for me, This outlet shows how various obstacles worry me But I'll amount like mountains you'll soon see optical surgery, Its not whats said its how its said, so imbibe chemical substance Then again you n***as are puppets and already get f**ed wit', And its k**in' me how we give in to meaningless sinistries Like when an artist get signed he's giving in to the industry, But my deliveries eminent custy's i charge a tippin' fee Though u should tippin' me i think ill be the king of Queens (HOOK: Ray Bandz) Insomnia got me up, its live any hour cuz' We from the city that never sleep, anytime that you find me up We k** it, deceased flow, a toast go to me though Get devoured on our side, this is the beast coast (VERSE 2: Nate) I processed the progress of evolution I know God is nonsense just sheer confusion Open mind to the idea I'll just wait 'till it's been proven, late night cruisin' Bright lights, always invade our nights It's a hard life, got fellas rocking fellas To be known like roc-a-fella, but that never turns for the better Guns bussin' and these b**hes getting wetter They want a fake waka flocka not a man whos in control of his life's leather They want to sever any connection to any man whos not repping Looking for a man who steps in, with weapons, during testin' Baggy dressing boxers exposed with no belief in heaven A man who just k**ed the hoods devil by only age seven These silly teens got silly dreams They believe they can fix their life by creating more problems and not seams But it seems these silly dreams are deadly The red beam making hearts heavy, so just be ready cuz' your lose your head in Queens (BRIDGE: Nate & Ray Bandz) Because this is the beast coast (x2) (VERSE 3) Home of the lox and pac, both seans and all the bigs G units, gang star, ruff ryding mobbing deep Busta rhyming boys were beasting, bump to just avoid the sleeping Had no choice annoying people, calling cops a normal weekend Wu tang's and Doug e's, kool g's and run d's Mos def's and kweli's, my morning's like mummies Staring like "whats he?" but i bare it like gummies Swear there's enough weed, to share it like "blunt please" (laugh) i don't smoke though b**hes got me feeling like Santa, ho ho ho What you want in life? Question my dad asked me Its hard to answer over the sound of mad taxis I'll get back to you soon, cuz' i won't go home 'till the big apple is chewed like iPhone's logo And that kinda remind me of Dreams I'll make reality since insomnia got me up