Crazy Mad from The Believers by Voodoo Island

VERSE 1
(C.A.R.E)

I’m just a young motherfucker that’s controlled by feelings, political propaganda and people making killings
From people that are suffering that makes me hella mad
It’s bad enough that in the kasi we ain’t safe feeling
I’m just a young motherfucker you just need some peace
I aint down for the drama I don’t like scenes
I be in sharpville chilling with a Pisces
Or in a place where where are beat and I mic be

I’m a struggling artist I need tipping
feelings got me down yeah they got me slipping
music take me up it’s a lovely feeling, yeah
Probably gonna jump off a fucking building cuz I don’t get this feeling
I feel so alone, seeing people suffer while situations get tougher
Niggas out here getting rougher
Niggas cold as a drone
And things will never be the same again
Ain’t nothing out here that’s gonna numb the pain again
People are suffering government offering to go and do nothing again
And it’s not like they’re seeing
How the people in kasi need healing
That’s why they always on their knees for Jesus
And why youngins can’t stand straight the leaning
They just need some hope to believe in I really hope god is seeing

Give them what they want
Can’t you see they need it I said they need it
Give em what they need
Can’t you see the bleeding I said they bleeding
They need it now, they really suffering they really suffering
They need it now

HOOK:
[oh you are making a killing

problems you are never dealing

oh you are lying to children

always higher than ceilings

take me up ×16]×2


VERSE 2
(SILVA GEE)
Beastmode, Godmode rise of the son in the bible
Ressurect rap its revival
Two oracles walk with a blind fold
Yall niggas wanna rap about clubs, rap about money, rap about drugs, rap about material things you aint got
If it sounds too familliar then we know it aint heart
Bring pain when i wreck your main frame
These bars make you feel like makaveli came
Back from the deadwith an ark Angel name
I build arks you bark you cant handle game
I got a big heart with cuts am made for the game
Good God on guard who mastered my aim
Told me all that you are is not what i gave so i let go and got the flow that I crave
Real skill, sensei
We gon show 'em how to make them words play
Funk mastery is crucial when the verse lay
Fst lane too slow mayn i go plane
Go home blow holes in this whole game
Told homie gatta hold it down no chain
Not gold i mean drugs coz he wont gain
Food for thought your diet is your own pain

HOOK:

[oh you are making a killing

problems you are never dealing

oh you are lying to children

always higher than ceilings

take me up ×16]×2

• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Neo-Soul
• R&B
• Rap
• Vaal
• Vereeniging