You know the saying, “there’s a fine line between crazy and genius?” B.o.B. and Nicki Minnaj, both insane in the membrane, explain a little what it feels like to be cray cray. Not the Naomi Campbell kind, the Batman villain-worthy kind.
Show us your crazy face.
I'm out of my fucking mind, Gigi Galli, oh my
I was doing fine, once upon a time
'Til my brain left and it didn't say bye
Don't look at me wrong; I'm out of my mind
Like Nostradamus and da Vinci combined
I was doing fine, once upon a time
'Til my brain left and it didn't say bye
Don't look at me wrong; I'm out of my mind
Like Nostradamus and da Vinci combined
I know exactly how you feel B.o.B., I hate when my brain just up and leaves too.
Gigi Galli: crazy driver. Nostradamus: prophetic, not crazy. Leonardo da Vinci: definitely crazy. Dude cut up bodies. Eventually the paint fumes get to you. He was one of the first Italian artists to begin using oil paints. And he's an artist, so it's safe to assume he's legit crazy.
You know you want some.
So paranoid of espionage
I'm watching my doors and checking my blinds
My brain’s on vacation, they telling me
And I'm bipolar to the severity
And I need medication, apparently
Are you worried about spies, burglars, and mental illness? Well, there’s a solution to your problem!
MEDICATE MEDICATE MEDICATE.
Even fictional characters are doing it.
And some electrocompulsive therapy
I am a rebel, but yes I'm so militant
Still I'm illegible for disabilities
I am psychotic, but there is no remedy
This is not figurative, this is literally
If these niggas go dumb, I go to the mental facility
See, man I'm so out there, I slap fives with ET
I don't need a feature...
So, electroconvulsive therapy (aka ECT). Basically your body gets shocked until it goes into convulsions. Sounds fun right?
This is a controversial psychiatric treatment for a reason. Sylvia Plath and Ernest Hemingway went through it. And as a writer, I like to look to the writers who came before me, and then not do what they did.
This is a controversial psychiatric treatment for a reason. Sylvia Plath and Ernest Hemingway went through it. And as a writer, I like to look to the writers who came before me, and then not do what they did.
But what do I know, I’m not a rapper!
Now enter Dr. Minaj for the “psych evaluation.”
How about scared out of my fucking mind...
What's your name? B.o.B.?
So, they callin' you Bob?
Stop playing, nigga, you know that I'm known for the bob
Couple hit songs, got you thinkin’ you a heartthrob
Well, this thang so good, make a nigga wanna sob
Nicki Minaj should never be allowed to judge someone’s sanity after rapping about shitting on people (also, can crazy judge crazy?).
Is this a face that would shit on you? Yes.
You don't need a feature?
Nigga, I'm the feature
You gone be the priest, and I'mma be the preacher
You can be the He-man, I'mma be the She-ra
You can be the Grim, I'mma be the Reaper
Religion seems to get associated with crazy an awful lot. Perhaps because of the radicals, fanatics, and heretics. Maybe it’s all about context. Or maybe it’s all about content.
Or maybe the Matrix has us.
Now can we pretend that airplanes in the night skies
Are like shooting stars?
Well, you really gonna need a wish right now
When my goons come through and start shooting stars
Whoa, she inserted part of a different song into this one! Crazy! And then she talks about shooting a celebrity, aka him, so talk of assassination is like double crazy points for her. She’s winning.
Win everywhere!
You know, I'm all about shoes and cars
I'm kinda drunk off booze, Bacardi
I told Baby when I get my new advance
I'mma blow that motherfucker on a blue Bugatti
You know, I graduated summa cum laude
That's why they thinking I'm Illuminati
And matter fact, let's kiss and makeup
I'll help you escape on my blue Ducati
Hallelujah!
Since she makes more than the average doctor, she can afford all the booze, shoes, cars, and motorcycles she wants. However, money can’t buy everything. Like smarts and sanity.
We don’t talk about the thing we all know is true... Conspiracy theories are the gayer theories of the theory world. We're all waiting for them to come out of the closet.
Back to our resident rapper.
I'm out of it
I can't seem to come out of it
What's going on inside my head?
It feels like I'm being John Malkovich
Ladies and gentlemen, please turn it down a bit
There is an announcement, I'd like to announce it
Wait, how am I'm supposed to announce this shit?
John Malkovich has made it into a rap song. What’s left? Make a movie all about him? Speaking of movies...
Bane? Is that you?
I don't need this song, I don't need this nigga
Cause a nigga bring the noise like an onomatopoeia
Leave him in the dust, all he see is my Adidas
Na na na na boo boo, wouldn't want to be ya
Never turnin' back, how you think I got here?
And I'm never slowing down, fuck was that a deer?
Cause a nigga bring the noise like an onomatopoeia
Leave him in the dust, all he see is my Adidas
Na na na na boo boo, wouldn't want to be ya
Never turnin' back, how you think I got here?
And I'm never slowing down, fuck was that a deer?
Nicki’s got the sonic. Bob’s got the boom.
If you got a problem, step to the office
Matter fact, never mind, talk to the kiosk, biatch
You have no idea
That's why they call me B dot been a maniac ever since I was knee high
Someone call Charter, maybe call FEMA
Cause I got to be crazy or outta my mind to have this many stacks on my VISA
It’s serious when he’s telling you just skip 911, call the Federal Emergency Management System instead (that link goes to their Twitter because they're all over the social media craze). He’s crazy enough to be able to afford that ambulance ride with all the money available on his Visa.
And if I'm here and you're there?
And if I'm here and you're there?
Um, yeah, yeah
Nicki, B.o.B, ho
(Shhhhhh...they might be listening)
Sometimes loss of spatial recognition means you're going a little cuckoo.
You have my permission to go read some other blog now.
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