Needlz - Insanity Plea (Part 1 and 2) lyrics

[PART 1] [Intro] You don't have to be afraid You don't even have to be brave Living in a gilded cage The only risk is that you'll go in [Verse 1: Honors English] Damn, it feels good to be a gangster All these rap-rap-rappers are in danger I spit that crazy sh**, be going over they head They say I'm the illest, only getting thirty percent Maybe I need to slow it down, give 'em a slow rap Hmmmm, maybe a gold tooth, that'll give me that gold plaque Got a co-sign just so they call it ''a dope track'' All I need is yes men and a lil' sell-your-soul-swag But I don't disrespect women every 3rd line And I didn't buy Jordans for the 23rd time I am less about fashion, more about real sh** Enough about the dress, I mean Kanye already k**ed it I say turn the lyrics up, they say whatchu talking about? Put him in the psychoward, you belong in a slaughterhouse Oh, my fault, I'm not popping that molly But check in Africa, you'll see I'm popping in Mali That's presidental sh**, you can't tell me I'm in the lead And now I got success, now they all wanna succeed But you gotta be brave if you wanna change the game They confuse hate with love so f** it I hate it I love it - I'm insane [Bridge] The only risk is that you'll go insane The only risk is that you'll go insane [Hook] And I, I, I, I think I'm losing my and my, my, my, my I think I'm losing my mind and I I think I'm losing my and my, my, my, my I think I'm losing my mind and I I, I, I, I think I'm losing my and my, my, my, my I think I'm losing my mind and I I think I'm losing my mind, I I think I'm losing my mind [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Check - they wrote him off a long time ago You would almost think they heard the wrong rhyme from Joe f** myself over masturbation So you're witnessing the growth, call it maturation Now I don't let it tempt me, ying yang, I'm extra friendly To all the folk that was extra and tried to end me Shots of yack on my, they shocked we in the same building They thought they made it collapse on me To the accident murderers, take the time to remind 'em properly Next time, stick around, make sure you find the body Or k** that plan, pull it loose from it seams And I'll be the last kid you try to put a noose on his dreams I mean my moms was a misstress, pops was fiend out Jail was his address, hear my insanity plea f** me like you tried to and the next kid you try to lie to Might wanna research his family tree, Joey [Bridge] [Hook] [Verse 3: Honors English] Don't sound like you got a brain, tell 'em to join a gang Say they stick together better than people with wedding rings Don't tell 'em your car broke, nah, no sir Even if you caught the bus, that's still a chauffeur Say that you was locked down, make 'em think of jail That way you would look forward to seeing your single sell Skip that you went to school, say that you was on the corner We'll take a prison record and scribble it on top of ya diploma So about your wife - uhh - keep that a mystery Tell 'em about strippers, give 'em that oral history But I'mma keep it authentic, hope you understood me If they could be destroyed by the truth, then they should be I'm on that change the world sh**, that's the answer But I just can't find a big enough pamper So I'mma be brave and I'mma change the game They confuse hate with love so f** it I hate it I love it - I'm insane [PART 2] [Intro] [Honors English] I'm a hired a**a**in Look at 'em all high'ed up and laughing Oh, they can sense I'm here, help me re-imagine I'm ten paces away, he in that royal chair reclined I'm here to take over the empire state of mind Ace of spades liquor, lemon pepper wings Chronic lit up, candle flicker, dinner for the king Concubines behind the strippers as I enter I paint myself into the picture Paint over the Maybach with a Fisker The throne is for the taking, I whisper Zip up or I'm leaving, ten Jesus pieces richer The curtain comes down, a hush comes over the crowd I tell 'em I run this town, there's no church in the wild It's just the youth in me, what would you do if you was me? To think they had diplomatic immunity Truthfully we started from the bottom, now we here What's the problem? Oh, the problem is you got nightmares of the bottom Cups full of Ciroc, Cuban cigar box The Basquiat paintings start to watch The room is half dark, the king summons the royal guards But they turn on him and decide to pa** the torch I looked at his crown and noticed the sh** was off, it was false There was an ''F' on it and the ''F'' stood for fraud He drops his fork as the mandate from heaven falls His record shady, he governed by martial law Your dynasty is no more, you a**a**inated what made it pure You're now face to face with the state of the art As the band plays the last drums, the choir have sung His final words: ''live fast, die young'' - done As we overthrow the king and we dump him in the back When the cops approach be like ''Yo, it's deeper than rap'' And in the midst of the upheaval I shapeshift back into the voice of the people You gotta be brave if you wanna change the game They confuse hate with love f** it, I hate it, I love it You gotta be brave if you wanna change the game They confuse hate with love f** it, I hate it, I love it, I'm insane Damn, it feels good to be a gangster All these rap-rap-rappers are in danger