White Out - The Mad Hatter (Mercury Mind) lyrics

[White Out] Welcome to the yellow submarine that in my conscious Rides a little bumpy so take the bag if you get noxious So many biches rape-in tweed on this boss sh** O sorry bought the earthquake I dropped the gauntlet If you find it I'll give you my P.O. Box sit-in right there next to big and Pac Yes sir I'm that high and I don't even need weed to spit my best rhymes Cause ima be here the whole time half of yall wanna bee's on the express line O my bad...too much should I stop f** no hip hop needs a bad cop And you guys coming in to low like a seagal Know that I'll be coming in high like an eagle The symbol of America Am I scared of ya f** naw to raw Coming in hard like Whitaker with the south paw And you can't beat me in the reach I'm to damn tall So why yall s** corporate balls at the mall I'll be stealing platinum records taken em all And this sh** is what I think every day (to afraid to say) Not any more like a lion hear me roar Because you just cracked open the door Want some more? Okay here you go Watch them roll stones and get locked up will the magazine covers paying me big bucks What luck that 95% of the game gave up They were still waiting for Jesus to save I'm sure its coming but keep run-in and make your own luck Had enough? Not quite alright let's grab a knife And stab into my throat Cause I'm done with bunch lines and funny jokes I rather sit and laugh at the people bought to smoke Is funny how they forgot us so they stick to their folks But it seems that inbreeds don't produce the devil seeds But rather the esteemed Or is that what I want you to believe Care to join me for a cup a tea It ten after six perfect time to sit and breathe But actually at 6:15 I have to leave Causes there are these people trying to k** me I believe their names are lust, d**, and greed But their just wasting my time f**ing up with my mind So I'd rather just write letters explaining why I died But you've probably figured that out by the end of this rhyme......