Charles Hamilton - Delusions of Grandeur lyrics

There we go Riding in a whip no tints, hand out the window, bimbo sh**. My M.O. is giving out a demo to n***as. Hoping that it figures that a memo is a demo. n***as didn't know that I been dope. John Nintendo staying focused but a limo rolls up with the with the grim reaper in the back of it, laughing and sh**. Having his wit and his thick chick rapping along, rapping a song. You want to hear the lyrics don't you? You're not focused, I hope you don't end up dying in the process, trying to get knowledge I open my eyes and I see your face Delusions of grandeur Because you look like the sun And you feel like the rain Putting my Weezer in my hash pipe, That's right, getting mad high. Last night was such a blur, f**ed up, and it occurred to me that I need surgery to remove the lust that I murdered in the heat of the moment. She was golden, she already knows it she wants to get low with me. she on the dance floor and her body movement is poetry. So is the flow I speak. Hopefully you notice me in a lineup when the cops try to size up. I am that guy grabbing on my nuts. That fly having a fly touch. But flight is only a touch to my dust who can freeze you as soon as he needs you I open my eyes and I see your face Delusions of grandeur Because you look like the sun And you feel like the rain With every pull of the J, I look it away. In a Brooklyn day, which is nighttime. I may have to look away at a life of crime to stay alive for my bride who resides in the same place I would hide in, hidden. Beside the very fact that this is a grand rhythm. Brand new, it can't stand you too. Unless you nodding, an extra problem. Got a blessed person nodding I open my eyes and I see your face Delusions of grandeur Because you look like the sun And you feel like the rain The name of this project is Fear The Reaper I want you to fear what you can k** I want you to fear what is real And I want you to feel what you can feel With that said, feel me on this