Mad Scientist Lyrics

Four in the morning

Twisting another one red eye and yawning

Trying to ignore it

My brain is raining so hard that its storming

Daily performance

The feeling of falling

Feeling this often

Over flowing them poems while everyones snoring

You know what time it is, Mad Scientist

Lab coat trying to give life to this

On my last two like a cyclist

Can't fight the gift

The mic will glitch

Even if I never make it out this bitch

Overload the servers blow microchips

So they don't forget that I'm bout this

Since I first heard Emcees bounce like this

Riding through the city in my cockpit

Inside my minds like a mosh pit

Big nuggets in my blunt like an ostrich

Probably smelling obnoxious 

The final spin, the Pipers in

If I could win this battle that's beneath my skin

I could reach the world with the heat within

So much pressure make speakers bend

And I don't give a fuck if my style is in

Leviathan, higher than

Going five, five five times again with Doc and them

Off weed and wax, frightful blend

They won't even know it till the cycle ends

We keep shit jumping make it hop the fence

Shit stay tight let the knots commence

Little did they know we was dropping gems

Riding through the city in my cockpit

This little bad thing my accomplice 

Roll em by the pair like chopsticks

Gas on deck like the Locksmith

Challenge, unbalanced thinking he too tossed

Couldn't manage the malice maybe he too sauced

Manic depressive mi pana he's so lost

Ride till the muthafucking wheels fall off

Wheels fall off

Wheels fall off, yea

Ride till the muthafucking wheels fall off

Wheels fall off

Wheels fall off, yea

Ride till the muthafucking wheels fall off

Wheels fall off

Wheels fall off, yea

Ride till the muthafucking wheels fall off

Wheels fall off

Wheels fall off, yea

This what the nights end like

When thugs cry bring sirens by 

And the fork's left brought more death to your door step

No use trying to hide

Face them with vibrant eyes

Gotta fight for your life sometimes

Even the ones that you help Rise

Clip your wings when you ready to fly

All through the galaxy solo

Big fucking blunts like Bolo

Ghost mode just boat loads of instrumentals in a four door

Smoke pouring out, more renowned

Fucked around and we touring now

Put a vibe through you

Come live to you with a spoken sound

To hold you down through war or lounge

More bounce 

Then your muthafucking average ounce

Make me pull this magic out

In a room that's full of doubt

Where the rumors are well endowed

And the fumes are thick as clouds

The truth will soon reach out

Where silence is still a shout, hear me out no words I'm saying, yo

Riding through the city in my cockpit

Got the future in my optics

Hot switch off from a block pitch

Where the spot was hot like the tropics

So keep me out of that gossip

Came a long way from a job list

Couldn't take what's in store if you shop lift

Making something from nothing was the plot twist, plot twist

You know what time it is, Mad Scientist

Boat loads of instrumentals in a four door

Wheels fall off

Wheels fall off, yea

Wheels fall off

Wheels fall off, yea

Wheels fall off

Wheels fall off, yea

Ride till the muthafucking wheels fall off

Wheels fall off

Wheels fall off, yea