Insane


Do my shit undercover
Now it's time for the blubba
Blabba
To watch that belly get fatter
Fat boy on a diet
Don't try it
I'll jack your ass like a looter in a riot
My shit's fat like a sumo slammin' that ass
Leavin' your face in the grass
You know
I don't take a dulo
Lightly
Punks just jealous `cause they can't outwrite me
So kick that style: wicked, wild
Happy face nigga never seen me smile
Rip that mainframe
I'll explain
A nigga like me is goin' insane

Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!

Insane in the membrane
Going insane
Got no brain!
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!

I tread lightly on racial politics. I grew up (mainly) in the suburbs, and do not have the background or sensitivity to discuss these issues in a public forum. That being said, HAVE WE ALL LOST OUR FUCKING MINDS?

In the past couple of weeks, William Jefferson Clinton has claimed that a black presidential candidate has "played the race card on [him]" as though having an office in Harlem makes him a brother.

Then, the esteemed Reverend Sharpton accused the same black presidential candidate of "grandstanding in front of white people."



A certain phrase comes to mind that I will choose not to use based on my admitted lack of sensitivity to these matters.



All of this comes on the heels of the media reporting that our black presidential candidate was having difficult in Pennslyvania because he's "an elitist." I suppose this is progress, I mean, at least people aren't suggesting that an Obama cabinet will be made up of Snoop as the drug czar and Jay Z as the secretary of defense.

Then finally, to kick him when he's down, we have Michael "my family came to this country as immigrants" Dukakis who is claiming:



Maybe he should hire you, Mike?