Scorzayzee - Intium lyrics

They say I'm chemically unbalanced Nah I think that's talent Cus' I'm tight like shrink wrapped pallets See the truth blame school for force feeding me carrots I should gold plate sh** ‘til you see it in Harrods You will never see me battle emcees They ain't even in my weight cla** You gonna need caesars palace I ain't no undercard challenger Challenge you off the top Then hang you with my belt from the end of the bannister f** the judges they can't spit it's embarra**ing Can't tell if your hot or not Like jennifer aniston You're gonna need a better an*lysis Alan Hanson mixed with Pauly Malignaggi Put ya body in paralysis I got the brain of an addict and if you tell me I'm wack and I feel inadequate I take on savages and flick em one by one to the side like an Abacus This my Magnus Annus and I'm throwing out a bag of dust I'm flat broke and I ain't got nothing to boast to about Accept to say if I was rich you'd rip my posters down So I pack my bags and move town quick You're a pessimist betting that I win in round six Nah the first ten seconds I took his breath Threw the towel I carried on like f** the ref Cut the cut the man Broke a chair over the promoters back Like pauly from rocky and just stood there On the mic I'm flyer than Peter Petrelli Knees turn to jelly when I'm putting emcees in my belly I was born on it Infact I was born on a comet In a north face with a watch that said Nautica on it While you was singing to yourself listening to drake on ya headphones I slapped the dre beats off ya head Smashed ya Ipod Took it to the chinese man Who added a feature that only lets you put Scorz on it I dragged myself from the depths of nothingness Some people have a bucket list Me? I got a list of books That basically say the same thing That the system s**s I'll be just be a dreamer on the back of some Fema truck Strike a chord Strike accordingly Strike a Psychiatrist Microphone scientist On the ward they locked me up for my world order views Put a pillow on my legs so they don't cause a bruise Take my blood scan my eyes and my D.N.A Wireless They don't need bugs to see what I say Recreate my brain online Use an algorithm Thought-Crime-Program To read my mind So it's breakfast at nine 12 O Clock lunch 5 O Clock dinner Tell your sins to a qualified sinner So I knuckle up Knees buckling Keep hustlin Seeds need s**ling Put rappers to sleep then I tuck em in Where's the muck there's money we're all mucking in Everyman and his dog for himself But charity eases the mind for the greed of wealth We sell our souls but never our T.V People need help but forever I need me Tryna make a knicker out a Rhyme You put the money on the wrong horse Got pipped at the line ZILLA