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 s**as 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 teeth 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 gla**, 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** 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** 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 a** shake, how we gettin' half baked Wait, no, backspace! Last place to Cash Clay Hit you with a jab straight, ashtray, cuz you know, I'm straight na**sssty Like dandruff, and a** 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 damn 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! (a**hole) [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!