Vertigo – Mac Miller

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 experiencin’ vertigo
This that in the dungeon, hermit flow
Now it’s gettin’ personal, sharpen swords, soldiers like I’m Percival
Chill with Richard Branson, smokin’ blunts inside the terminal
Virgin Air, phone ain’t gettin’ 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 nothin’ 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 walkin’ by humbly
Lookin’ pretty troublin’, it’s all good, they don’t notice I’m Jesus