Vertigo

(album: Delusional Thomas - 2013)

He must be off his rocker, got the chopper in his locker
Cock it, let it go, pow I'll turn these fruits into some vegetables
X and O, semi-loaded up, bitch, I'm surgical
Your head explodes, your chest get opened up like convertibles
(Whoa) You're now experiencing vertigo
This that in the dungeon, hermit flow
Now it's getting personal, sharpen swords, soldiers like I'm Percival
Chill with Richard Branson, smoking blunts inside the terminal
Virgin Air, phone ain't getting service there
Murk 'em if a person speak a word or stare, nobody move
Leave these bitches bloody, bruised, here to murder me, you, your momma and your cousin too
It's nothing new, simply we don't fuck with you
This the stroke of a genius
Light the smoke then go float with a Phoenix
I'm walking by humbly
Looking pretty troubling, it's all good, they don't notice I'm Jesus