Chemically Imbalanced

Last time we came was summer
Last time we came was summer
How can I bend this? Style tremendous
Put 'em in machine so we give 'em spin rinse!
Hook on hangers, my phonics are rhyme lyrical
All must fall… to the critical!
Rhyme smooth sayer, displayer for the masses
Peace to the girls with the great big asses
Me, myself? I’m in the hundred yard dashes
Got a hundred Gs, now it’s time to dash, quick!
Dash quick, move, and chill!
Ain’t nothing worse than a nigga that’s ill
I be mister, «M.R», period — D-E-A-D, serious!
Hardcore style, be delirious
Move at the speed of the beat, it be serious
Don’t got to be a monkey to be curious
Hold, up, stop, drop the top product
I drop two and one, the narcotic
Ambionic, symbiotic, stupid motherfuckers…
You be hooked on phonics!
Hooks so nautical, audio, visual
Lessons to be learned, they begin the ritual
My lyrical wrath, is Biblical!
Mr. Dead, spit through, bring the mayhem
«How he do that?» That’s how I slay them!
Last time we came was summer
Last time we came was summer
Whoa, this is weird, like those people beneath the stairs
My appearance got them scared
Like some Indians scalping heads
Run and hide and tell those black folks
And the white folks, three amigos
Coming fully loaded with some shotties
Underneath they black coats
Go Balero, where’d my ho go?
Hope she’s out there making dough
Can’t afford to lose a bundle
'cause this bitch won’t slide down slow
Coast I live by, streets you could die by
By those killer gangsta thugs
There’s the bullshit police on «new shit»
They could clap you if you don’t put 'em up («Put 'em up!»)
Stick those hands real high, make sure there’s a blunt for me
If we’re out here spitting some bullshit…
The least you could do is buy some weed!
Make sure there’s no seeds in my green trees
Dealing with me’s unhealthy
Got a little bit of time with no tower rents
Whole bunch of drugs; chemically imbalanced!
Last time we came was summer
Last time we came was summer
I had a poem in the catacomb but I’m glad I’m home
Gosh it’s good to be back
The whole ride, I tried to decide
Is that a siren or a ski rack
Checking the rear-view mirror
Speak up so I can hear you clearer
Hey you!
Did you hear my debut?
Jeru
The Damaja
KU
A manager
Who’s earned stay true
I’m striving to be superhuman
And freer than Cooper Union
But I’m not some academia putz with an unfinished novel that sbobbles in a
wooden bowl of macadamia nuts
Guess what
once gave me some cuts
So I met him at his workplace
He was like «Jerkface
We can’t survive on 250 bucks a night»
«Have you ever heard of tour support»
I was like «No»
He was like «It's when you ask your label for some cash so you can survive
Why don’t you go do that»
I was like «Okay…»
Last time we came was summer
Last time we came was summer