Cloud 10 - Sycosis

See I was only 12 when I wrote my first verse

Afraid to let em hear me so I let em read the words /

My nerves wouldn’t let me say it out loud then

But now its my only outlet Cloud 10 /

(reapeat)

Sitting here stressing over news that I just got

Second glass of rum and orange juice playing X-Box/Trying to get distracted

problems seem attracted

To anything with my name

I don’t think that I’m sane/I think that I’ve changed different than I used to

be

The only time I feel good is writing beat eulogies /

That mean I kill a track and leave a beat deceased

You lace me with a beauty I turn into a beast/I mean I feast on kick snares and

high hats

D.O.A.

your 808's your bass line can get ate away /

And tell the competition, they can get ate today

You better fall back like a fadeaway/

What music was to me, seems to fade away

Shorties grab a pen to get paid they say /

I can’t relate to it, I got passion for it

What’s that, that conscious Rap nigga you asking for it /

Can’t describe the feeling that I get when I grab a pen

I’m automatic it gets tragic and my head spin/

Went from rapping in the lunch room up at Thornton

To punchline torching every bar verse scorching/

Lost a battle then lost my mind now I’m forcing

This pen to keep writing til I become the 5th horseman/

Horns out my cranium bones Antimantium

Claws out my knuckles fuck your chuckles I’m insane again/

Tri-Polar 3 sides to every story

Guts, Guns, Glory I’m fighting like Brian Fury/

Teken 4 expect a war when they record me

Detonate the Pro-tools it explode right before me/

Real rap music fans love adore me

But whack niggas bore me I’m coming you can’t ignore me/

I’m on my 10th cloud higher than I used to be

Went from being shy to being fly still getting used to me/

3x's