Nico & Vinz - Chemically Imbalanced lyrics

[Verse 1: enVy] My mental's f**ed up Daily facing d**h in the eyes I walk around fingers raised straight expecting to die Sittin' roastin Hitting sticky crystals toking AK47 kush, f** a pistol smoking Son I'm missile posting Kitchen d** I'll put you under the table quicker than sticks of gum You kids are numb Son you ain't a fact of this matter Can't see, enVy, and a map of Nevada But, back to these actors with no damn hearts Your soul's poured out like some low-fat forms Excuse my behavior, just chemically imbalanced Down from methazines and amphetamines compounded And the ??? fraternal Underground flame makes Lucifer's inferno Blaze on these beats got my brain on relapse So slow you roll like a radar speed trap No, I don't f** with that racket I just said And get stoned like some bad Iraqi chicks I would stand and laugh at it I'd just rather crack a 6 and I will handle any cat just like a chinaman with big knives You try to f** with the Palmer Squares and enVy You can sleep with the carp for real Word up Know we all prevail Hoping y'all prepare for who's next up on the mic [Verse 2: Acumental] I be the golden child going wild in his domicile A USMC, on some Gomer Pyle Vocal style wreaking havoc on the track Acumental's off the hook like that jacket on yo back Haters need to bury the bullsh** My penmanship causes tension quick And I'm feeling very impulsive Holy Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I'm a wreck Spot me in the air dropping explosive dialect on your neighborhood Slaying rooks while they stay on foot We on another level tilt your head back and take a look In flight with the birds My grandma used to tell me don't fight, just fight with your words So I been knocking out contenders in the first round When I vocally allow my ventricles to burst out Opponents fall on they faces It's enVy, TK, and Ac, yo we off to the races But at the finish line there ain't no money waiting there for us Working people don't profit they're just paying their mortgage So hustle up if you wanna chase the hare, tortoise Cause my style's just right, like the baby bear's porridge And I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some little reptile pa** me up Not a chance in hell We run game like Sam Ca**ell Casting spells On all these wack emcees that can't handle themselves Get a grip [Verse 3: Terminal Knowledge] Rock your body like a glance from Medusa I'm tryna get the cabbage on some pa** the kabusta These inglorious ba*tards been recording the tracks to make you corny a** rappers wanna smack your producers Scrambling circuits out Hacking computers On a, traveling circus gone back to the future Carnivorous Rap's Jura**ic Park Carve through your ribs and detach your heart from the thoracic arch What we jam to is fresh We gotta keep it cold Got my hands on your neck And it's not a sleeper hold People know, I'm a product of absolute insanity Breaking capsules open just to travel through the galaxies Blending fantasies with the actual fallacies of the factual reality And I wasn't born a poet This sh** happened to me gradually Turn your record off and put it back into the plastic sleeve Yo don't stand in my way They'll say what you program 'em to say I swear they manufacture wack emcees inside a factory Pa** the weed y'all The squadron is back We hold it down so don't be raising up no property tax Straight sippin' on apostrophe brands We're here to leave the opposition sh**ting in colostomy bags Step back I'm taking some action I don't exactly train acrobats but I'll make you do backflips