Dysfunctional


[Verse 1] (Mike Parker) Back in the day hiding away was just a natural reflex Always worried what might be next But now I’m pushing bars watch me flex
Old-school killer with no regrets Hitting those numbers like sending free texts
And dropping names on the vinyl like DJ’s taking requests I lift receivers when I go off hook I’m mean with a pad and a pencil Even the cops try to trace my lines it’s like they’re grabbing a stencil Hot and cold like a fan tastic..Yep I’m fantastic Either keep it calm like antacid or spitting hard like a damn spastic Chopping the flow like I need a specimen Popping C notes like I need a Benjamin Gonna be labelled with the best of them Cause I hit tracks daily like a regimen And this is when you’ll come to see me put an end to them
Cause when I’m done there’ll be no blood left to bleed like a menopausal feminine I string my lines together like code that means this functional will
Punch you eight / punctuate times step by step like it’s instructional Every time I arrive early chicks like what are you dysfunctional
I say nah I always come right on time I’m just this punctual [Hook] (OffTrack)
Dysfunctional We been down and broken
Wear pain as a token upon our chest Dysfunctional Decayed and defective We’re downright relentless
With nothing left Dysfunctional We been down and broken
Wear pain as a token upon our chest Dysfunctional, Dysfunctional Dysfunctional, we’re dysfunctional [Verse 2] (CryGene)
I’m damaged in the mind I’m an mentalist Sublime with these sentences
And I’m what they hating but I’m fine with them hating me Balancing all these rhymes on the pencil tip Bitch I am the centerpiece
They desire my end but only my demise will put an end to this Misery loves company but I never had no visitors Bars after bars, man I’m feeling like a prisoner
Life has turned sour like the taste of fuckin vinegar Emotional roller coaster just to entertain the listeners But nobody seems to care They say this aint a real career But any trouble coming at my way I am ill prepared Since the day I stepped in I been trying hard and giving my best Had no support no fans to listen to me or for peeping my next Met a lotta critics, haters, muhfuckers all along the way
Those were my fuel stations so I knew I was on the way A little dysfunctional you can call me psycho cynical
I let em push me, cuz they can only push me towards the pinnacle [Hook]
Dysfunctional We been down and broken
Wear pain as a token upon our chest Dysfunctional
Decayed and defective We’re downright relentless
With nothing Left Dysfunctional We been down and broken
Wear pain as a token upon our chest Dysfunctional, dysfunctional Dysfunctional
We’re dysfunctional

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