Rapsody - Mass Hysteria lyrics

rate me

It’s Rapsody in the area

‘Bout to cause mass hysteria

Turn your step, y’all, yeah

About to cause mass hysteria

Deduct riches, who better with pitches

The flow school motherfuck, wetter than dishes

Mama say if you marry, make sure he got figures

Daddy say be respectful, don’t ever say “nigga”

My nigga, there I go again breaking my promise

What is upon us now, my sheets and a Honda

Reciting my mantra, I should put mics in a condom

I’m coming for honest strings like the green in a condo

Oh, you conscious, brainstorming, best get you some ponchos

Ninth wonder, accomplish back, look what we accomplished

With little than nothing more than they thought we would conquer

We winning and did it all with no bitter dishonor

Purple hearts for all the wounded, I wounded Obama

Healthcare for the welfare, call it lyrical drama

Ink you, it’s critical, they sick and they vomit

Put it forth like every day, we break it like Amish

Tradition, told niggas like mystery shows

All black in the face, did ever took shots of my race

Like mace in a mason jar, be hell if I break

Tears for all their fears, they hearts don’t ache

Like the many females that drank Chappelle with ole Drake

And though seeing next day, it’s my flow, similar fate

For these rappers I look over, I’m likely to eat

Peek in, looking, I’m still sleeping, word to Big J

Hey, I weigh my options like back of the mash pit

Pushing me with the quickness, I send them to hospice every day

About to cause mass hysteria

Coming through your area causing mass hysteria

Flow been a weapon like Erica, mama gun, ‘bout to bury it

Po’s out the window with the chariot, life in the capital under…

The letters, I read them, the “i”-s and the “t”-s

Life is spotter and crossed, ain’t no fear in my genes

…bank that, blank checks, see through the gold, get your rings

From publications, Caucasians, agents, business, oh, fuck it

Other half is amazing, we all try to make it, Felicia Rays in a razor

And the sun like brother big pawn, I’m not a player

Unless we lay up in the Caymans drinking something pinkish

Shots of Ciroc ‘cause of how we rock, we bankers

Thinking sharper shanks they sank us out of the bankers

Embezzle style, they profile me like I’m blanking

Michael Junior, can’t be seen and even touched

Money over loyalty will always leave you fucked

Her name Karma and she got drama, be acting up

Call it Broadway, I’m recording, I conduct hysteria

About to cause mass hysteria

I weigh my options like back of the mash pit

Pushing me with the quickness, I send them to hospice every day

About to cause mass hysteria