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bigomuziq – psycheo lyrics

[verse 1: big o]
you better check it son, i’m the, phantom of the opera
wonka, sweet low key kind of monsta’
everybody hope that i choke, anaconda
kind of like the ganja, but suckas i’m off the
straight chain, linked up to my brain
that i pull let it rain, let it flood then i drain
all the thoughts out my veins, then i climb out the cave
same way through the pain, like bruce wayne, bain
mixed, and stirred in a cup
it’s absurd give it up, what they told me, the nerd that is tough
just huffed and he puffed, wolfganged to the puck
cooked up lines, serve’em up, yeah, eat it up, huh!
piece of a beat, stuff that i need
to unleash out the beast, from the place underneath
time to feast, time to eat, time to speak, grin my t–th
see i got this disease, touch a song it’s deceased! (uh!)
ghost flow, memories come and leave
don’t believe what i see, only what i perceive
playin games in my brain, on a pro level league
wrestle me, i be, double you squared to the e!
rock a black mask and rap fast, i’m goblin
driving cracked gl-ss, i blast tracks, i’m knockin’
my own raps man, get back fast, no stoppin’
the batman, play joker, blackjack, but no robbin’

[hook x2: big o]
what’s going on? someone turn the lights on
where’m i at? is this what it’s like on?
inside the mind of a maestro?
i don’t know, but i’m feelin’ like a psycho!

[verse 2: big o]
i take a swing like gillmore, cuz i wanna feel more
of this love that i got, in my heart, k!ll for
so i spill more, til i feel sore, see a billboard
of me performing in detroit at the fillmore
i get home and i take off my suit
don a cape in the booth, go away somewhere new
jump off parachute, to a place they call truth
where i change up the view, feeling great cuz my dreams coming true
f-ck you, staying up above you
mic check one two, can you hear me feel me touch you?
having fun, loose, crazy man unscrewed
too late now cuz there’s nothing i can undo
like, should i make my raps fake?
lemme’ see yo -ss shake, how we gettin’ half baked
wait, no, backsp-ce! last place to cash clay
hit you with a jab straight, ashtray, cuz you know, i’m straight n-sssssty
like dandruff, and -ss crust, and as such
locked all together with no key and handcuffs
but i must, stick to this, do this rap stuff
stand up, man up, throw ya d-mn hands up
and feel me on the dance floor
here we go last 4, bars that i got (please please rap more!)
should i give you what you ask for? encore, last tour?
no, psycho o don’t wanna rap more! (-ssh0l-)

[hook x2: big o]
what’s going on? someone turn the lights on
where’m i at? is this what it’s like on?
inside the mind of a maestro?
i don’t know, but i’m feelin’ like a psycho!

- bigomuziq lyrics

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