paroles de chanson Acting Crazy (feat. Farmed Goods) - R.O.C.

You crazy man
You know what? When you said that last time, I was kinda trippin′ right? But now, you right. I am crazy. But you know what else? I don't give a fuck

I got the juice, call me Q, y′all just fall off like Bishop
Catch you at the corner store and the sawed off might hiccup
Get you hauled off by pickup, ain't gon' be no redux
I spit heat, call it acid reflux
Watch the drilly spray if they really may try us
I conceive crazy like I′m Billy Ray Cyrus
You a silly gay virus, with nothin′ left to offer me
Stick you for your life savings and blow it on a shoppin' spree
Music reminiscent of dookie ropes and tape decks
I break necks for paychecks, I′m apex
Bust like great sex, better bring an offering
Pretty fly for a white guy, but you my offspring
Rhymes abundant like hipsters in gentrified neighborhoods
Smokin' on some hydro laced with wood
Wake up and smell the daffodils, most of y′all ain't half as ill

That′s why I'm packin' steel, lookin′ for a cap to peel

They tell me "Boy you actin′ crazy"
One false move and you ghost like Patrick Swayze
I rip the bong until I pass out
Pushing hella product, yeah the studio my trap house
They tell me "Boy you actin' crazy"
One false move and you ghost like Patrick Swayze

I rip the bong until I pass out
Pushing hella product, yeah the studio my trap house

Ayo my metaphors will dead a whore, sock you ′til your head is sore
Ever do me dirty, I'mma act like we ain′t met before
A family man, smokin' pot with your mother
Preppin′ for the end of days, got a Glock in the cupboard
'Tis the season for trench coats and black Timbos
With the smell of skunk seepin' from the back window
A rap nympho, them fools can hardly handle it
Stay gettin′ busy with so many flows, my style′s polyamorous
Our support base spans from the burbs to the barrios
And we just gettin' started, just wait and see how far we go
I dance around the beat as a substitute for cardio
Then fly to Italy and take some shrooms with Super Mario
(Woo hoo)
Six years writin′ rhymes and I'm still at it

Bout the same age as Nas when he recorded Illmatic
I rap and I sing, it′s a passionate thing
You know I do it for the art, not just stackin' the green

They tell me "Boy you actin′ crazy"
One false move and you ghost like Patrick Swayze
I rip the bong until I pass out
Pushing hella product, yeah the studio my trap house

They tell me "Boy you actin' crazy"
One false move and you ghost like Patrick Swayze
I rip the bong until I pass out
Pushing hella product, yeah the studio my trap house

My rhymes will hit you in the face like I was Oscar De La Hoya
I faced my verdict, popped the cop, and I told my lawyer
Now can you stop me, sublimated Illuminati?
You cocky Nazis with your auto-copied paparazzi
Your dicks are floppy, your chicks are sloppy, you need some coffee
So get the fuck up off me cuz I move at top speed
Rap game Kakashi, blowin' up with Nagasaki
Growin′ up they tried to pop me, cornered when they tried to block me
But nothin′ can ever get in my way, you suckas watch me
Rollin' up the fatties, praisin′ Haile Selassie
Believe in me, see in me, somethin' that comes from dreams it seems
Movin′ and groovin', and I′m tryna find the peace in me
The beast in me comin' harder than ever before
To speak with our people, to not be solvin' shit with war
Here comes the calm in the storm, way too bomb for the norm
I′m Jason Bourne with a sword, with mortars and some C-4