Song Lyrics

Do you think I'm crazy
Do you think I'm out of my mind
With this tape
Rappers out of shape so
I just wanna taper and me give it a shape up
My flow is a razors edge (spits toothpick) CHICO

how can I convey this
How can I portray this
How can I relate this
Image with the same as the lyrics so I changed up
Pumper of the same stuff
I gave them the tailor-
Made from the brain
Of the most genius
Always I appreciate it
When they leave us
No one give a damn
When they breathe in the least bit
When they try to teach us
We be in the bleachers
When they are deceased every player turn blue-chip
Same thing with this music
They do grown immune to it
Make they own taste to produce it
Even in the visual, lyrical or audio
Clothing line struggle till the poppa nigga on it
Though who on it first usually gets laughed at and sassed
And they say I'm over heads 'cause they don't understand... that

do you think I'm crazy, crazy, crazy
Do you think I'm crazy, crazy, crazy

I swear they think I'm crazy
Too much percussion and bass
When I take beats
God gave me wisdom and you disbelievers atheists
While I'm making history
Like I drew the temple, curriculum, get me
Ankou??, ancient like the pharaoh
Lil' more dinero
Denim flyin benz still kickin' tier zero
Yeah, I am crazy, hoppin off the wall like vega
They vaguely decipher my language
Outta my mind come and chase me
Rich off of Grammer like I'm managing Frasier
Cheers, psycho, maestro, orchestra delightful, the right flow, right flows down and they might go NICE
A low life's plight
I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child
I'm fuckin paramount, I hope they understand that
Light over heads mean I'm right where they heads is
Pause, epiphany, y'all, ironically, normal, and Nermal, from Garfield, you're "kitten" me
Haha

do you think I'm crazy
Do you think I'm crazy

it's obvious I'm crazy
Besides black thought, Ye and jay-z
Told you camp lo was my favorite
They was on that mase shit
I was on my sway ('suade) shit
How can I persuade more heads to hear this great shit
I can stop tryin' to
Had to get my mind on what I do
They would not oblige to a mind who inclined or
Flyin' over climbers, glidin' through the skies as a slow minds wander
Walkin' on the ground
And ipod mind to you Walkman guys
But I apologize for not walking you around
'cause I acknowledge I am far more knowledge, they are more garbage and I'm so nasir
Yeah, and I ain't saying that I'm nas here
I'm just saying rap's dead when I'm not here
Bring it back, I ain't saying that I'm nas here
I'm just saying rap's dead when I'm not here

Craig Balmoris, Julian Nixon, Olubowale Akintimehin, Unknown Writer