Brain Dead
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I need to see the psych cuz a nigga's goin psycho
I'll try committin suicide on my motorcycle
My mother keeps tellin me a nigga needs to quit
She say it's all an act but I'm really a lunatic
My bitch say it's cuz a nigga smoke way too much weed
But when I'm high as fuck I got to see a nigga bleed
My conscience keep tellin me to do some crazy shit
Walk up to a pack I shake the devil then I split
I think it's somethin goin wrong with my brain
I'm havin split personalities like Raising Cane
The Taker and Mr. Predictor side by side
Somethin similar to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
It's somethin to make a nigga wanna keep on blastin
Voices in my head keep tellin me I'm Charles Manson
It feels like a demon's den took over my soul
My body's hella warm but my face is hella cold
I'm stressin, I'm sweatin just like a fuckin hog
At the house with dank and candles starin at the walls
They closin in on a nigga as I keep on blinkin
A nigga's brain dead and my brain ain't thinkin cuz I'm brain dead
My brain cells are dead and all I think is death
My brain was dead from smokin so much fuckin true
My brain cells are dead and all I think is death
My brain was dead from smokin so much fuckin true
My brain cells are dead and all I think is death
My brain was dead from smokin so much fuckin true
My brain cells are dead and all I think is death
My brain was dead from smokin so much fuckin true
Man, it's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
Why I'm on the turf everyday with a nine on the under
Or maybe it's the dank that got a nigga trippin loc
At night time I dream about niggas gettin smoked
Merciless thoughts in my head, already brain dead
So why should I give a fuck bout what the next nigga said
Because a nigga should already know
Livin up in the town of San Fran-psycho
Where a nigga go on a mission to kill
Grab my steel then caps I peel
Niggas couldn't fuck with Cel cuz a nigga's just too real
Comin straight from the lunatic village
Creepin through the fog with my mug on mean
Sippin on some Mad Dog, gone like a motherfucker
With this 9 millimeter, ready to start somethin
Havin '89 flashbacks
When the bank was on Hanford and a nigga did his first jack
Five years later the same old shit
Niggas been sellin dope for years and still ain't rich
Now, what the fuck should a nigga do
Just get my mail, interview and stay in the game and be true
Because I'm in it to win it, keep these gold thangs spinnin
On these marks, got a Ruger with a trigger that has no heart
And as I put the nine to a nigga head
As I buck buck, the nigga is straight brain dead
Ha ha ha ha ha ha, yeah
Mr. Taker back in the motherfuckin house
As you know we got Celphski in the motherfuckin house
Niggas stayin too took everyday
That's why us young niggas stay brain dead
So Unpredictable, won't you tell these niggas how you livin mayne
Not givin a fuck about my life because I'm hellbound
Sick in this game from all the motherfuckin pain that I grew up around
Unpredictable the psychotic gangsta
Quick as fuck to bank ya, out this game I'll take ya
With no remorse because I gots no time for showin pity
Just call me the 1994 version of Frank Nitty
Now did I do 'em, that's what I got these niggas wonderin
But Unpredictable will let 'em know just how I'm comin
So if you sees me, it's best that you just break west
Because the shredder of this tech's
About to blow a hole through your vest
And to your chest with explosion, straight gangsta notion
Gave me the go ahead, I smoked him and
Watched his blood soak into the concrete
As he screamed like a bitch beggin me for mercy
But I'm not the one to punk the game
So I took aim at his brain and now he's brain dead mayne
Yeah, that was my boy Unpredictable, you know what I'm sayin
Down with this inner city shit
As you know Mr. Predictor in the motherfuckin house
Young Celphski from the 9-5, straight gon'
Do it live, you know what I'm sayin
Got to give a shoutout to my boys, UNLV
Ghetto Mentality featuring Lil' Swoop
You know what I'm sayin, my niggas Kev Kev, Civilized Insanity
My niggas RBL, Cougnut, IMP
It's just an inner city thang mayne and y'all can't fade this