[Verse]
Here we go again from the goddamn backstreets
A sick muthaf*cka One Time can’t beat

[?], two stoges to the click labeled ALB
The [?] Billman Low and the goddamn G

My nigga the Black got it all on hit
Got it proper, f*ck a copper, gotta goddamn clip

Now AD got it like this to be smooth
It ain’t what you know, but what you can prove

That’s why I finally drew the conclusion
A crazy nigga trapped in the world of confusion

Want a Black man in a bad neighborhood
Where young thugs are up to no good

Sweating like a slave to become a damn master
Never had a father figure, labeled as a bastard

Raised like a soldier on a nonstop battlefield
Couldn’t come up short, so a nigga got ill

[?] See my homie died, didn’t know what it meant
To be a damn victim of the environment

My hair got long and my brain got strong
That’s why a nigga started writing these songs

Never ever once liked vice, kicking niggas on the ass
[?] Won’t be nothing nice, niggas had to strive and sacrifice

‘Cause the game ain’t easy, believe that
And not everybody got your damn back

Hit a gate to avoid going upstate
Don’t be fake, and please don’t perpetrate

‘Cause perpetrators don’t last long
Me and Mac told you that in the last song

I got caught on a murder beef, kicked in the brain
Got thrown in the penn, now they label me ‘The Insane’

[Chorus/Sample]
The Insane

[Verse]
[?] Hauling thin in the hall, take a nigga all in
Niggas fear my evil grin

I just sit in my cell and write
And think about my hood every day and every night

Laying on my back, doing my ten year stretch
I thought I’d be the one that vice couldn’t catch

But I was wrong, now I’m singing that sad song
Damn, a gangsta in the ghetto don’t last long

I think about the fun I had, then laugh
I ain’t even tripping, got a [?] fin and a half

I’m only thirteen, I’ll be out when I’m twenty-three
My mother don’t even come up here and visit me

Now I’m eighteen and two quarters I’m hitting
Three more days and I’m off to San Quentin

I ain’t scared, young AD come prepared
I’ll punk out any muthaf*cka that stared

Niggas straight trip me out and call me cutie
Life ain’t easy in the penn for a new booty

So I just sit by myself in my cell
Hell is the ghetto, but jail is the real hell

I turned twenty-three, now I’m back on the streets
I’m back slanging dope, been out for three weeks

The fiends are saying, “Ad Rock, where have you been?”
I started cutting boulders off [?] …

I’m steadily serving my product to the crack fiends
And I’m seeing muthaf*ckas die on the Black scene

Ain’t worried ‘bout that cause I’m checking my grip
Nigga owed me money so he got his ass whipped

[?] It ain’t ‘cause he owed me and ‘cause he said he wouldn’t pay me
So I beat him down in front of his lady and his baby

A ruthless muthaf*cka, straight checked in the grind
I don’t care about yours, muthaf*cka, you got mine!

Life is a game, and AD is winning
And if you fall off the world, it’s still spinning

That’s why I’m clocking my thangs like a G
Ain’t never been a hustla like A-D

I’m up to ten O’s and I’m rolling like BART
A muthaf*ckin’ midtown G to the heart

I’m selling weight to the new jack hustlas
And I’m exterminating all punk bustas

I gotta call from the Mac to drop off a [?] kit
I thought I’d be in and out real quick

But it didn’t flow smooth, nigga pulled a ho move
Luckily, I had my best friend, the uze

I shot the Mexican in the head two times
I busted his bitch in the face and went for mines

I couldn’t believe it, he was my amigo
I took his ten keys out his El Camino

I loaded up my ride and I hit the way way
I noticed two CHiPs straight trailing the A

They threw on they lights, so I tried to play it cool
But they pulled me out the car and straight ran a jack move

They found the ten cakes, plus the U-Z-I
Now I’m in the penn and I’m straight facing life

But that’s okay, ‘cause I’m still strong
I’m stuck in the penn, but the story goes on

[Chorus/Sample]
The Insane

The Insane