Insane (feat. JL)

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Toke Wright

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It really is a shame
I feel clinically insane
Something climbing up my spine and tickling my brain
Can't get myself in check
I'm moving towards a wreck
Have no self control and my hands begin to sweat
Muscles start to tense
No longer feeling Kent
I had a bad week
Haven't felt normal sense

Insane, yeah
I want to make it in the rap game
Name the price
I know I can't suffer more pain than Christ
My lines are always mean so they say I'm nice
My lyrics get stuck on their head like lice
Might 'cause a scene with these so-called veterans
When they say the kill, but they never got any evidence
Stumbling over words like their flow and tongue wrestling
I'll put a light right above your head, like Edison
That's that mental awareness
I'm spitting the rarest
If you want to go against me please don't get embarrassed
I know that you're cherished 
Really I just want you as a fan, even your parents
The industry got too much fame
All they got is autotune and dumb names
They don't work on the craft
They just complain
No, you don't get it
They come plain
Same flows
Same shows
Lame bros that hate hoes, driving in a Range Rove
Same clothes and gang pose, but they gain dough
'Cause the fans listen to it with their brains closed
Playing that stuff that'll turn them into Jell-O
I want to see true colors, but they change it up like geckos
People sound the same so don't listen to the echoes
They're saying that I'm too fast like O'Conner and Toretto
Yet most of y'all are too slow like bad traffic
I bring the boomerang flow, I'm always back at it
So sick they say I need to be put in a clinic
Tell me what sane is 'cause they say I'm in it

Check the pen game
Yeah, he's been strange
Always spits flames wherever the clips aim
And it just splits brains
Lyrical hollow tips bang
Independent, never switch lanes
Man, he's insane
Check the pen game
Yeah, he's been strange
Always spits flames wherever the clips aim
And it just splits brains
Lyrical hollow tips bang
Independent, never switch lanes
Man, he's insane

Yo, yo, yo
It ain't a thing to get up in and let it bang
On anybody who thinking they 'bout to make a name
Off of me
It is already hard to refrain
I'm going dummy
I keep it cooly, but keep praying
'Nough I drink and I smoke and I sniff cocaine
I put in work to get what I got
Imma need again
I can murk any beating beat like a speeding train
On the track I be serving you heat and everything
Fair game
Hurricane when I blow by
That insane pen game
Need a multi-plaque
In fact, you can put me in a bowtie
Show me to the podium
With a slot to receive my award
A Moon-Man, a Grammy, BET, VH1
My granny can be proud
My day one, my family
See the insane brain coming in handy
Retarded with it
Obviously automatically ought to get it
Harder with it on the beat
Gravity isn't part of it
I'm skyscraping
I'm far out
Got to spit it irate
Hating banned
Not permitted
One million four hundred and twenty-two
Lines that I wrote trying to make due
Grinding, I hope somebody break through
Real though, hope it is me if it ain't you
Put my heart in it from the start of it trust me
And it never was simple I wasn't lucky
I come from what they call a gutter
A junkie is what I could've been
What do you want from me
Flow bust
Cold rush what a fan felt
Oh, dope
No us that I can help
I do what I must
Got a plate with the hand out
Grind
Never mind, not looking for a hand out

Check the pen game
Yeah, he's been strange
Always spits flames wherever the clips aim
And it just splits brains
Lyrical hollow tips bang
Independent, never switch lanes
Man, he's insane
Check the pen game
Yeah, he's been strange
Always spits flames wherever the clips aim
And it just splits brains
Lyrical hollow tips bang
Independent, never switch lanes
Man, he's insane

Go and check the pen game
I've been strange
Always spits flames wherever the hot clips aim
It splits brains
Lyrical hollow tips bang
Independent, never switch lanes
Man, I'm insane
See, we got a illa noise like Chi-Town
Anybody stepping in our way better lie down
Do you know the feeling of living with your lights out
I got plenty of things that I can write about
Parts of Orlando ain't a tourist attraction
If they see that you got money, than they're gonna start reacting
People looking for some easy ways to bring the cash in
Tempted to join them, but I'm trying to make it rapping
I'm seeing all the money
Do you think I can loan some
Writing all this music got me feeling really lonesome
They say I'm insane
I say sure enough
Tired of grinding so much to get home and eat cold cuts
No bluff, I want to get wise
They just want Budweiser
Feeling like Survivor in the Eye of The Tiger
Feeling like a fighter
They just want to grab a lighter
I'm an oddball, an outsider
I'm seeing that this is the season for greed
But I'm keeping my ways so that I get to lead them
I'm pleading to God to just kill off the demons
But they just surround me so I get to squeezing
I mean with the pen, see I'm bleeding within
Maybe the drugs got me feigning for them
I've never been perfect, no need to pretend
If you seen some dead bodies, would you keep a grin
Thinking that there might be something wrong with my membrane
When I bring the lyrics, always know it's never in vain
Speaking of different topics even when it puts me in pain
If you really know me than you probably know I'm insane

Check the pen game
Yeah, he's been strange
Always spits flames wherever the clips aim
And it just splits brains
Lyrical hollow tips bang
Independent, never switch lanes
Man, he's insane
Check the pen game
Yeah, he's been strange
Always spits flames wherever the clips aim
And it just splits brains
Lyrical hollow tips bang
Independent, never switch lanes
Man, he's insane

Every time I spit it it is insane
Witnessing a little bit of His reign
People think I'm losing it
When I keep on abusing it
I'm doing this to get you out of them chains
Looking at me crazy
Like my vision was so faded
But I feel I made it
Even though they're being overrated
Never hated on the famous
I'm just praying that they're aiming for the King
And Imma write about it until all my ink drained
Insane

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