Manic.

# Manic **[Intro]** This a Sound Check, bitch. **[Verse 1]** They say I'm high, Jesus Christ, I won't lie, you might make me cry. Consequences of bein' deranged on a mic, That's not my fault, insanity's a state of my mind. Like Vincent Van Gogh, I'm a crazy guy. Like, if I go off topic right now, Start sayin' I could take y'all down, Look around at the stream, take shots, Say I could really take the top by storm. Wait for the drop. Wait for the— Wait for the— Wait for the— **DROP.** Foggy gon' tell me stop, Sorry, I might not. One-ninety-nine to kiss my ass, He was impressed with the last one, no cap. Sorry, no cap—look at the stats, Had 'em all stacked like your girl be hummin' when I give her that. A whole project and like five songs back-to-back, Still ain't got no plaque. No problem, though, soundin' off like the bombs in— **STOP.** I ran away from that, Nah, I was havin' too much of a blast. **[Chorus]** Damn, bitch, wanna talk crap? Pop up. Lil' bitch, what an imposter, keep talkin' till I pop up. Freddy Krueger with the claws up, Pennywise, I'ma clown till IT's done. Stephen King, guess I'm obsessed, Shit with all this blood that you shed, **Bang now—** hoe, you and your gang in the past tense. I am a little demonic, Sorry, I had to go show it. What's that in your voice? *"It's panic."* But sometimes we all get a bit manic. **[Verse 2]** We back on, man, looks like we on a roll, Cookin' this beat like it's chicken, call it One Man Studio. Been eatin' beats like this for breakfast, Hand me the bacon and them Cheerios. Hand 'em to me like Buddha, bless 'em, Imagine what I'ma do to yo's. Let's switch this rhyme up, Yeah, we gon' do that shit real quick though—**ayt.** I got some shit to address, Get these feelings off of my chest. Y'all been actin' like you deaf, Treatin' me like I ain't the best of the best. Crème de la crème, bitch, be careful what you wish for, lest You end up six feet in the ground—don't start feelin' pity for the rest. Apparently they built this house, To them I'm just a guest. But slowly turn the room to the mansion, Then ask 'em, "Can I bleed 'em?" Bet. I'm comin' for the diaphragm, I can't let you breathe, fam. They all sayin', **"Damn!"** Call me Uncle Sam—nah, Uncle Shazam. As in, I'm fuckin' lightning in a bottle, Like from the beginnin', goin' full throttle. But then the afterglow, lookin' like a dim candle, For madness—testin' positive. You know what I'm sayin'? Vibe is not entertained. Whip it—baby, bitch. Baby-uh. Baby-uh. **Whip it.** You think you can handle the devil on my shoulder? He weighs a ton. Whisperin' words and slurs, warnings and dares, Sayin' we got a lot to get done. There's still a whole game we gotta run. Some shit that y'all say gon' get me annoyed. Bitch, yo' shit, pretty much Null—my wrath you better fuckin' avoid. Stay a good bitch, play with your roids. *"Okay, guys, I think I'm done playin' with my toys."* Came in the booth like a boy, Came out bein' destroyed. **[Chorus]** Damn, bitch, wanna talk crap? Pop up. Lil' bitch, what an imposter, keep talkin' till I pop up. Freddy Krueger with the claws up, Pennywise, I'ma clown till IT's done. Stephen King, guess I'm obsessed, All the blood that you shed— *"Wait, what?"* Hoe, you and your gang in the past tense. I am a little demonic, Sorry, I had to go show it. What's that in your voice? *"It's panic."* But sometimes we all get a bit manic. **[Outro]** I'ma stay vibin', deuces.