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mad prophet - racing thoughts lyrics

[intro: mad prophet]
i got a lot of sh+t to say so i’ma try and make this clear for y’all
mental health been an issue for me for a long time
and with all these phonies pretending they’re depressed
it’s hard to tell who’s actually fighting and who’s just flexing for attention
so i’ma keep it straight

[verse 1: mad prophet]
you better pack your .40 before it, you know your time is up
the demon is restoring the mortar before it’s rising up
a buddy told me hold it, control it, you better light it up
the powers of medusa are teaming up with the midas touch
define eyes, and with the vision i see the tightest skin
the hybrid lines is got me tweakin between the sciences
the anger’s in a bottle under blankets of hope
but of course i had to open on a slippery slope
okay i had to write this message in a fraction of time
because my time is running out, i’m single, 20, and fried
hit up battles and i told him ’bout this brand new song
he said “it’s dope, we gotta ‘cord it”, didn’t take too long
all i’m saying is we gotta keep it real for the teens
the depression made me feelin’, really be a disease
they are loading up a bridge and really feeling you too
hard to tell if it’s a flex or if it’s really the truth

[interlude: mad prophet]
sick of this sh+t man, some people here really fighting dark times while some motherf+ckers out here just doing it for attention. now these fools in the industry taking our whole lives and turning it into their prophet and we ain’t ever gonna see a piece of that sh+t. man, how the f+ck can y’all live with yourselves, you’re exploiting us and you can’t even admit what you’re doing is wrong. was gonna let battles spit here, but i ain’t done yet. here we go
[verse 2: mad prophet]
drop that, make it pop back, with the top ass
swervin’ with the racing thoughts, whatchu know about that
the remnants of relevance maybe cause i’m irreverent
the knife is on the wrist, f+ckin’ stop me before i sever it
i bought an ounce of weed and i smoke it in one week
or i stick to my prescriptions just knowin’ they ain’t free
get a job and pay it off, i’m trying, but don’t sleep
’cause the governor will take it and auction his own seat
yeah, take it from the dead, but you know that i won’t stop
cause the lady off the street been the snitches to city cops
the psychiatrist been sellin’ me remedies from the top
but they say you finna die if you take it from one shot
yeah they farming for the brothers they saved it from omaha
i done see they really broke when they added to city hall
place the weapons on the people because we’re a different color
lookin at us we just a bunch of lonely motherf+ckers

[interlude: mad prophet]
and i ain’t bringing the whole deal with healthcare and insurance, man they don’t even want you to be healthy, they’re just trying to get their own bag. side effects, dosage, all that sh+t, medical bills stackin’ up, battles, tell these guys, i’m tired of talking

[verse 3: mark battles]
uh, it get real in the field right
you wanna know what pain feel like?
that depression hit you harder than a steel pipe
know what i’m saying, always praying for a chill night
uh, i’m still hunting for some better days
going harder just like markers, we ain’t never fade
and every way, i can feel my time coming
y’all just playin’ with this game and i’m really ’bout to run it (yeah)
uh, the world treat us like a dollar sign
but failure ain’t an option so i gotta grind
wanna strip me down to nothin’ til i’m out my mind
i saw the play before you did it so you out of time
uh, yo i ain’t tryna preach
i’m just here to teach, put in work, lace my sneaks
sh+t can get deep, i gotta help my kids eat
every rapper on the menu, treat em like some rib meat
i never been a pipsqueak, only been a big dog
that’s probably why them n+ggas p+ssed off
paid the cost to be the boss, that’s what that sh+t cost
and i got ripped off…
[outro: mark battles]
and i got ripped off… [2x]

- mad prophet lyrics

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