Spencer Bellamy - A Madman's Dream lyrics

[Verse 1: Payday] I've got a rep as a sick individual Cause' my material's original plus critical Wild like a savage, well above average The world had it coming when my mom's named me Travis Straight from the womb I come to bring doom so give me room As I presume to break apart you little goons Competitors are blind, don't last behind, I can't find I find a rhyme to mind, rewind this line just one time I leave you stiff like a manikin, ain't no need a panickin' I aim for your abdomen and cut like Kenny Anderson Herb yo hit the curb, when my words swerve and hit the nerves You get served like some chips and h'orderves Miraculous tactics, a drastic burn like acid ba*tards getting blasted from the style that I've mastered De-meditation like I'm on medication Because my creation terrorizes the whole nation As long as the sky's blue and the sun still shines Lord give me the strength and I'm always drop rhymes [Verse 2] I've never took a loss for nothing that I had, G Since the age of three, I ran the streets crazy Buck wild, Brooklyn, bad boy gangster style Stuck before your fronts, yeah pretty boy smile I've never had nothing but a nine doing crime I'd rob you for a dime, in order to get mine I ran the streets and put the beef to cease I play for keeps and smoke chumps like a loosie I got props on blocks in the boondocks My name rings bells like the neighborhood weed spot Pack a tec so, call me a threat A vest can't protect dum-dums in your chest So bang a one gun shot to your brain You fall in pain, I take your loot and your chain, moneygrip Cause of some bullsh** And if I can't have what I want I'm taking it My repertoire goes far from just being a star If I wanna get attention I'll hijack a car Now you got the cops telling me what to do I don't love myself, so how the f** I'm a love you All I need is a Glock with two clips, and a spliff And I'm a rampage the stick ? I crack skulls, break backs and all that Believe me black, I leave holes in your starter's cap So buck buck, what the f**, bring it on, word is bond Cause you'll sing the blues like Sarah Vaughn Chumps will get dumped in the river Click goes my trigger, cause I'm out to make my pockets bigger Down with the ex-convicts loading clips The n***as that I stick are stuck, so run it quick There's not a man alive that can survive Twenty-one shots from my nine into his spine If your hardcore, make yourself visible Light up your blunts, and just roll with the criminals [Verse 3] Boom goes the shotty, into your body 'Coz I like living wild, like John Gotti When they say I don't give a f** that means anybody So who the f** you think you are, n***a somebody? Check how I get down, co*k the tray pounds The first to make a sound, is the first to cop six rounds From the revolver, burn and churn like lava Tie em' up then throw em' in the harbor My mind changes, forces me to shoot strangers You don't know me so your life's in danger I'm un-tamable, mind un-explainable When I bug and pump slugs in your cranium I see you scheming so I'm reaching for my tool Come on bad boy I give you three to make a move He seen the 9 mil and the anger from my grill I co*k back the steel, and let 21 spill Into his brain, at point blank range 'Coz I'm a criminal minded thug on the verge of going insane So let it rain as I inflict pain And give migraines to the punks who can't hang With the underground funk bandit, God damn it My mind is like a bomb and I'm blowing up the planet Mentally [????] When I load up my thoughts co*k it back and then spit Some hardcore, literature, at you, immature, amateurs Don't you know PayDay will damage your B R O O K L Y N, like the state pends so if your weak don't come in Give me respect and respect you shall get But if I don't get mine then you'll n***as don't get sh**