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(I'm a little bit mad!) (I'm a little crazy!) (I'll kill you!) They call me Mr D-d-d-d-delusional, institutional, tad beautiful, unconstitutional, juvenile Can't be pinned down like voodoo dolls I want romance I want slow dance with puppets Dusting off knuckle-dusters for justice What the fuck is this world we livin' in? Seven billion idiots stuck in Darwinian, acting like cavemen We don't play! Chased 'em back in the cave yellin' Don Quixote, Don Quixote, Don Quixote Cause I'm kind of sick of the real world the most days Hey no, it's not okay No way José, this world broke me Now I'm crazy like a coked out dope fiend When I fight, any time, lookin' like Joffrey "Yo P-Dela spot me" (What up P?) [MC Pressure] "Sup D—rapht, yo man, I thought we lost you" (What?!) How you lose a man on the dance floor dressed in an [?] costume Don Quixote-oh Letras de cancionesDon Quixote Wayoo Don Quixote Wayo—o—oh See I been tiltin' at windmills since I was born The wind hits my sails and I'm gone Don Quixote I'm losin' my sanity [?] I've been creating an imaginary world (like I was on peyote) Livin' in a fantasy world I'm abandon this [?] But I'm wanted dead or alive In my head I might not ever survive (as I run from coyotes) Shouting "are you men of your mics?" Wieldin' my pen like a knife (now—now—now hopefully) You don't see this as a sickness I ain't lost the plot, I lost interest In the everyday, and I mean every day On safari in my head, it's like a getaway And there's never a dull moment Livin' in my skull where anything can happen From one moment To the next adventure Till I'm bankrupt, hand-cuffed, or [?] dentures Don Quixote-oh Don Quixote Wayoo Don Quixote Wayo—o—oh See I been tiltin' at windmills since I was born The wind hits my sails and I'm gone Monday's a bitch at the factory, me and the drones Someday I switch the gravity, keepin' me prone Now escape is a nice thought, but dangerous type talk When your manager may be a cyborg (there he is!) I stay calm and act it alright (he touched my shoulder!) He may plant a tracking device (oh shit!) He now knows the card of which I'm playin' There we go again Downloading data from my brain Suddenly there's a blackout Time to act, I'll leave Through the back unseen Avoid the tractor beam Don't wanna make trouble So if I pace sudden Like I'm a make an escape to my space shuttle Through a dark alley with gasses a' gathering Avoiding the assassins of the Labyrinth They say under these grounds there's a grave in every paver Sneak past the mountain of surveillance with the lasers To my time machine To a time already been When my life was like a dream And I smiled at everything Brushed a trace off my back Accelerated flat Man I'm gone, no way I'm goin' back! I'm a DONC I live life like a DONT And that's why they fill with EMV Why? Cause my life is a BOMB One more time I'm a DONC I live life like a DONT And that's why they fill with EMV Why? Cause my life is a BOMB It's a Don! Don Quixote-oh Don Quixote Wayoo Don Quixote Wayo—o—oh See I been tiltin' at windmills since I was born The wind hits my sails and I'm gone Don Quixote-oh Don Quixote Wayoo Don Quixote Wayo—o—oh From Letras Mania