Lyrics:
I'm steadily rapping these fundamentals
I assemble this synthesis
Cuss so much that I've unadventurous
I've been uninterested
Living life is what
can't do it cuz I got a son to feed
So I'm up all night
Looking for a score like a fiend
I'm out working
I'm out working
I'm out working everybody
Man I
here
So fuck you
Who's you
I'm dat bitch
I pop too
They be sick sick sicker than a
Dope fiend tryna get clean
Jumpy and wired like a live line, I found
she don't care ‘cause I'm grown
Why you looking all twisted in ur grill
You look so sick ‘cause I'm looking so fit
You look so sick ‘cause these boys
Known As A Mama She Don't Care Cuz I'm Thrown
No?
Why You Lookin All Fussy In Your Ground
You Look So Sick Cuz I'm Looking So Fit
You Look So Sick Cuz
with me
We all get a fix plus fringe benefits
Ignorant little shit
Conscious, smart as a whip
So simple so sick affects poor and rich all the skin
Im so fuckin' sick
Of being so ignorant
Im so fuckin' sick
I really dont give a shit
Im so fuckin' sick
It's really so sickenin'
(What did you say?)
is put em in a ditch, shit
Sick, sick, sick, cough on a coffin ain't no stopping dropping
Break, break, break, kill all this shit like I'm bathing in
Peel a cap and snap on the mic, because I'm gamin
So watch me rip, cause you suckers is on a ego tip
Stupid suckers, yo you can get Chill's duck sick
sippin' like i'm in the pub or the club
stylin' of mp multimedia and the mp drug
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한국사는외국인래퍼 다 댐벼 in the tracks
많이 체크했어 이 길에서 뒤진 rapper
후딱 치워 부족하지
the worst,
Emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm
are"
She said, "'Cause he made you perfect, bcbe"
"So hold your head up, girl
And you'll go far! Listen to me when I say"!
Hands up
Lets go! I'm
on the floor staring at the ceiling
Familiar Feeling
Familiar Feeling
Record's off its track
It just keeps repeating
Familiar Feeling
I'm so sick of being low
by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit
I'm
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
Sick of all the pain yea I'm sick of never knowing
Bitch I'm sick of all the games
All the games they been controlling
Puffing piff and switching
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired
I'm so faded by the time that I get higher
If you saying that me and my click isn't fire
Then you're
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
Uh Yeah, yeah
Let's go!
So as I stand (As I stand)
I'm still fitted with that black snap back (That snap back boy)
When I fall right off track
know but you don't know do ya!
Live your life by the rumours, confusion that's the sort of shit that a fool does
I'm so sick I could make a sneeze cough
your iPod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to roll in a cage and
You crashed like a NASCAR racer
I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer
On stage
Used to call me wack now I'm hearing no complaints
No restraints to hold me back surrounded by broken chains
I ain't bound to this earth by any spoken
gentleman is going to be famous.
Knox: I’m sure you’re right, Mr. President.
Roosevelt: So, Attorney General, Knox, to what do I owe the honor of your
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