Yegeda Beats - 52/50 lyrics

[Intro: MC Pan] Welcome to BiSolar Are you ready for a ride? [Verse 1: MC Pan] I swing from peak to peak Unadulterated Truth is all I seek I'm still a freak My technique is a chemical imbalance I feel malice But now I'm dulled Lulled into submission Not born again, a dead-again Christian Locked in a padded cell Straight-jacketed Mind still multi-faceted But kept at a certain level Still listening to Devil sh** On the level this May be a dis To the medical industry I reach out to touch infamy Lithium keeping me in spiritual infancy Finally they got me medicated f** this mental block I don't wish to be sedated Will this be the way I'm fated? A lesser destiny Festering in misery Finish me A bipolar prison offering my eulogy I must break free Mentally and Spiritually So my third eYe can see Into the abyss Where my number is 52/50 [Verse 2: MC Pan] I was admitted against my will Still, LSD has been a thrill My choice was never METH I'l rather take DEATH Pan, just take a breath My life comes unraveled Is this the End of the Journey I have traveled? East to West Drugs and consciousness is what I test Never put brain chemistry to rest What I choose to ingest... Is MY business When my veil between this World And the NEXT is at its thinnest They try to take My Immortal from my grasp I had black outs and a brain lapse What's f**ed up within my synapse? My metaphor has gotten prolapse Fell from my control My form is not a Troll A psych ward discharge is not parole Console me Don't control me Watching "Pit Bulls and Parolees" I feel detached A different chapter has been hatched But I feel like it's my creative life that has been snatched [Verse 3: MC Pan] Diagnosed by the mortals bipolar They don't know that I'm BISOLAR Two suns within my inner Lunar I wield a Hip Hop Conscious Tuner My Soul ruled by dual heavenly bodies With past lives as deadly prophecies My vision is an eclipse That tips The Orbit of the Earth into a Pole Shift Heart Split I ain't got weed to stimulate me Or HP Blavatsky to initiate me To the Masters of Creation When I'm stuck in an Institution Meant to k** my Imagination