Lost My Mind

By Illmac

On Raincheck Mixtape

Released on December 25, 2007

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[Hook: Illmaculate]

I don't know, why I'm always high

But just light the dro, cause I've lost my mind

I'm just lying low, I want them dollar signs

Touch my microphone, it's like Columbine


[Verse 1: Illmaculate]

I don't need crack slinging to hustle

I just do this rap thing and bag weed by the bundle

So if it gets ugly, then bet I'll handle mine

Oh, you trying to get money? Better stand in line

So is everybody stuck in this game

Better tuck in your chain, or I'm cutting your jugular vein

With the rustiest blade, and your blood'll get drained

In the motherfucking tub that I bathe

Punks bite down, you'll get jumped right now

And end up in a closet, hung up side down

Hush my child you can't touch my style

The blunts I puff turn my lungs light brown

So while you hopeless 'n drowning in debt

I'm holding chips, showing chicks that their mouth can be stretched

I'm a chauvinist down for the sex

I'll bag 28 dimes but won't show a bitch an ounce of respect

You must be out your stupid ass brain

I'm spewing that flame, my music's crack through the rap game

Something you know nothing about

Get punched in the mouth and jumped in front of your house

Fuck it I'm out. (Where?) Puffing a blunt on your couch

Pure fire, but I smoke scug once in a drought

You want drugs? No seeds in large buds

You mad my city has better weed than yours does, ain't you!


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[Verse 2: Hommy Hom]

I don't have to use a handgun to make a hooligan run

I push pianos on niggas, like Superman son

Just sit there and wait until the [?] van come

Like Malcolm, I make a move, I'm moving my damn thumb

Ain't no [?]

They're making rum, they're blazing blunts and niggas making funds

The Crips is cracking, Bloods is popping

You ain't got no other options for a thug conduction

See, Roses are red and Violets are blue

I'll stomp a hole in your head the size of my shoe

You better roll with the feds and lie to your crew

My animals over the hedge and not at a zoo

Smoking dro from the dreads and hollering true

Be the next nigga laying in the ICU

I laugh at your silly ass

You smoke a nick in a philly mad, I smoke a pound in a lily pad


[Hook]