IT FEELS GOOD TO BE A LUNATIC

I heard a message on my answer machine

From a brother that was claiming that

I'm wack but I'm

Back on the scene and again I'm ramming it

Down your throat, not many are slamming it

Instead of dissing one another, listen to the brother

And try to improve the situation

One nation under a groove

How many mcs have something to prove?

I got to climb to the top of the mountain

To make it astounding, you got to stop hounding

The nutcracker, not the 9 packer

Cracker-jacker, now who's the wacker?

Stories to tell, it's the B before the L

A D E...... I got to excel

Rhymes and metaphors, I'm breaking down doors

Without a cause and I hit you with 44s

Check the style, check the style, check the style

Put it on the decks for a while and smile

As I walk in your area

And if you're jumping on the bandwagon simple I bury ya

The more the merrier

Now bandwagon pros are get tin' much wearier

The nitty gritty rappers they ain't ready for the city

Showing no sympathy, showing no pity pity

You better go ahead and suck on a lolly pop

Don't let the lolly drop (.........)

Are you as dumb as you sound?

Eye to the wall, ear to the ground.

Keep it, check it for the verdict, you heard it

9 out of 10 said they preferred it

Hell bound; there it goes, make it loud

I walk alone, never moving with a crowd

Sleep I'm lacking, shows I'm hijacking

I got it going on good, them others are slacking

Slipping, fixing, confused, I'm flipping

You take a pill and forever you're tripping

Bubblehead, double bed, trouble the bread and

Next thing you know it's aimed at your head

I think you better cut the loaf into slices

Check the prices, I'm Leo not Pisces

Mirror mirror on the wall who's the nicest

(Not you 'cause you never dress smart)

I'm a fanatic, a lyrical activist

A soloist, I leave you in the mist

I leave you thinking what the heck is going on

It's kind of simple because I was born

T o be wild, don't bother stereotype me

What I might be is crazy at night G

You want the record then you better get it quick

It feels good to be a lunatic

It feels good to be a looney

Here's another chapter, it's you that I'm after

Vocal assassin, you're the duplicator

When I say see you later that's what I mean

I sound rough and others sound clean

I keep my records in a trunk

Go ahead and make my day punk

You got to have the style and will power

But you're coming real happy like a sappy flower

Come on and take your best shot

I take your records and I stick 'em in a piss pot

(I'm about to put your life down 1, 2)

You're a clown and there ain't nothing you can do

It feels good to be a lunatic

Mind your step or get broke like a damn stick

And I got myself a brand new hit list

I felt better when I started my business

Distributors can go to hell

Fry 'em in a pan and I cook 'em good and well

Hypocrite, kick the shit, make it fit, make it fit

And you'd be better off living in a snake pit

Heads or tails and another one fails

Put me in a cell and I'd be busting out of jails

Heads I'm cracking, it's you that I'm tracking down

So get the hell out of this town

Long lasting, the stereo blasting

Spells I'm casting, simply out lasting 'em

And then the shit hits the fan

May the winner be the better man?

Out to make profit, you never can stop it

Listen while I drop it, for the Hip Hop it

Lives forever more, I'm living the music

Loving the music, so I make the music

Skip, dive and socialize as I vocalize tracks

And I'm hanging with maniacs

It feels good to be a lunatic

It feels good to be a looney