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Uh, chronically insane But no dope on my brain Every time I go in, I go right past Heart attack beaming, vehemently scheming If my palm's sweaty, that's 'cause I'm reading Everyone asking how I do what I do Without passing out, and I tell 'em the truth My passion screaming, and my nerves calming So that's why I can do what I do If the bustas wanna come in and say I'm running For the hotel room 'cause I caught the holy ghost Then be it so, so be it, mote it be, and thou wilt like Aleister I crawl out the room, then boom I hit the case like I got it made, like a safe I turn the vault to fit my case in a disgrace I made it out safe, but ain't enough food for me to consume What I gotta do for a man or woman To give a child cheese or bottled water, please If I gotta do something strange for the change, I refuse Simply 'cause it ain't my muse Fool me once, shame on you, you the biggest fool and you too cruel Fool me twice, shame on me, I'm the sorriest fool in several rooms Take a several seats if you ain't ready for the heat Like a leak, I pour down quietly on these foes I don't call 'em hoes 'cause the same game played Is the same name shared What I gotta do for a hustler and a busta If he ain't treating me like a whole damn butler Last man I had was a part-time rasta And no, he didn't feed me lobster If I cannot be me and see 3-D Is it really possible for me to see? No, I don't smoke weed, but simply put I'm chronically high on that sativa leaf Happily, I dance for cash, might jive a little If he promise to pay me back, always know Keep that man for the ride, on the side Make sure you got that rack