Living in My Own Head - Diabolic, Block Mc Cloud

Yo, I’m your live tour guide to see what I saw

See how my street’s an eye sore like styes deep inside pores

I see myself as a beast combined with Guy Forbes

Who feels the need to rhyme and lead the blind like seeing eye dogs

I’ll die for what I believe, what we’d survive for

Beefing with evil crime lords who creep with a team of cyborgs

Coming at me with knives, swords, and nines.

I’m squeezing mine towards

Fighting ‘til hell is freezing, with demons screaming, «My lord!»

I’ll redefine raw, started deep in my core

Whoever wants to set it off can feel free—July 4th

They say my mind’s off and ‘Bolic's got too strange

Like Bush, Saddam Hussein, and Obama watching Loose Change

I’m ‘bout as humane as pouring pots of butane

On you like drops of new rain and lighting the hottest blue flame

Mixing shots of Ukraine vodka with toxic new strains

Of pot and watching you lames rot atop the food chain

Living in my own head, I’m a monster

The voices in my skull said, «Do what you got ta»

You are broke with no bread, so do it proper

Danger, this is code red.

No one can stop us

Yo, my conduct provokes sluts that I trust are dolts

Like, «'Bolic's got screws loose.

He always drops nuts and bolts»

That’s a fucking joke, ho.

You would open wide

Expecting me to dump a load, so it should cum/come as no surprise

You should sit at home and cry until you blow a guy

And show your bipolar side with lows and highs like ocean tides

I keep an open eye and focus my attention

Or they’ll multiply like Gremlins soaked by the hose of a fire engine

They’ll vocalize attention on some «Crush, Kill, Destroy»

Stress and, when there’s nothing left, yes, I must fill the void

I’m the real McCoy, sorry that I’m not respectful

Dr. Jekyll’s drugs are in my blood at a toxic level

I’m all gassed up—sparking this is flammable

Exploding ‘cause they’re marketing these parlour tricks as magical

I’m ‘bout as rational as starving vicious animals

But still full of myself like a narcissistic cannibal

Living in my own head, I’m a monster

The voices in my skull said, «Do what you got ta»

You are broke with no bread, so do it proper

Danger, this is code red.

No one can stop us

I love my kids but hate the way their mothers talk

Whores breaking balls like Roy Hobbs knocking a cover off

I’m fucking lost.

But who am I without the stress?

Without the bills, bouncing checks?

Without the countless debt?

I’m in the booth, feeling like I died a thousand deaths

While fans say, «Why the fuck haven’t you dropped your album yet?»

I’ve been a recluse, choosing to be on house arrest

And, honestly, I need to change a Little like I’m Malcolm X

Graff writer turned rapper, running out of breath

Same story, painting masterpieces with the alphabet

The day I sell’s an omen.

The gates of Hell are frozen

People sleep more than narcoleptics taking melatonin

My brain cells were chosen, DNA’ll shape shift

The Anunnaki going kamikaze in his space ship

I’m a silverback gorilla going ape shit

King Kong pounding his chest, Empire State shit

Living in my own head, I’m a monster

The voices in my skull said, «Do what you got ta»

You are broke with no bread, so do it proper

Danger, this is code red.

No one can stop us