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Concept - I'm Going Mental - Ft. Chip & Only1dob - (Prod. LostLaura)

Concept - Norwegian MC on March 05, 2014 16:53

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Emcee/Mix - Concept - @Concept - Norwegian MC
Producer/Chorus - LostLaura - @LostLaura
Feature emcee verse 2 - Chip - @chiptherapper
Feature emcee verse 3 - Only1dob - @only1dob

[Verse 1 – Concept]
I’m feeling nauseous like pestilence//
The problems of making sense, the process of breaking pens//
In syllables, looking for rhythm on my crossroad of life//
Making deals with the devil, with the crossbow I fight//

Through my days, feeling right and amazed, When I bribe with my faith//
Feeling crooked on, all the lies I’ve cooked on my face//
And the process of psyche makes my mind go and searching for//
The earning or, the lights in the tunnels what I’m working for//

And the days when I’m feeling just so restless//
The reckless, part of my brain, I’m going headless//
I cannot think, cuz I’m walking over egg shells//
The pressure mess, the essence of my feet is going senseless//

The problems on, written paper, scripts and over solid cons//
Fallen on, my confidence and living on my broken lawns//
Of my nerves, I’m already a proper son, but been living on my own terms//
Switching to the wrong turns, every time I’m walking on my own world//
(I go insane)

[Verse 2 - Chip]
Crazy boy, try me, you know the shit we kick is//
I’ll and sick as trippy whiteys, from the finest of highest grade//
Dilate in lines I’m saying, runnin out of rhymes to place on paper//
But fuck it I’m a still be greater//

Raisin up and chasin dreams, basically//
This is just a taste of me, you never seen the crazy side of chip//
And his insane n grimey lips look at the state of me//
Lines are sick but in the life we life I’m just another prick//

To someone, and so are you so bun one//
And show em you can overcome rejection turn expression//
To perplexion just to fuck affection, I leave a bitch guessin//
I know ya thinkin, the concepts that I’m spittin//
Have decreased a little, my heart is brittle boy I feel the facts//
Mouth wide open, make ya dribble, kill the track, and ride to this//
Spittin triple trips to kick the ikkle spitters off the sicker shit//
The realer kid of raps abyss, I make ya shit yaself, this the lyrical laxative, ha//

[Chorus commin' laiter]

[Verse 3 – Only1dob]
Written pen stricken' like a match//
Burn the paper into ashes//
Breathing fire on the microphone blaze in//
Conflagration amazing the rage racing//

Round the world going mental in ways, metal in claws//
Wolverine x men cut it up when I pause//
You would abhor us or adore us//
On the yellow brick road saving Doris//

Yeah we full of heart courage and we getting' brains//
Entertainers fallen' down the heaven stairway//
Still seeing angels though when they come my way//
I feel em watching almost like a part me the nephilim touch, cause so much pain//

Veins harden in his temple buddha sage//
You that fake stream main dob, leave ya swimming with the fishes//
Cuz he kill the track from the speaker to ya brain never imitate//
Leave ya lost in the maze scrunched up, face looking' at him sideways, what//

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