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Misdirected by my conscience
Kaio said I gotta want
So offended that I want it
Oh, oh, and I want it
Nigga, I meant that's a warning
Got sick of just being

Lyrical ability my choppers gonna sick um
High snares low hats a tempo n a sick drum
Mental in my mind I have some kind of syndrome
I'm angry that every

through the stains
from beatings
playing these razor keys
to instrumental horror
the cities of living people,
the valleys of the dead
songs sung by

Da Story

Noreaga

N.O.R.E.

1998

grabbed the sick ? 
We hit the spot, then we hopped in the whips 
Now it's a chase on the highway, the L-I-E's 
Yo them fools ?, niggaz drive by me

a vacation
Sick caught up in a maze kid
Hope I make it out cuz by now the days ended
Smoke into a haze kid dick'n mamas down feel aroused feel amaz'n
I just

[Intro]
Hey-hey-hey yo
Hey-hey-hey yo
Hey-hey-hey yo
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo
Hey-hey-hey yo
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo
Hey-hey-hey yo

[Verse 1]
Ain't no

ought to know what I'm saying
I hope I made myself clear
About the three ass whores
But Troll I'm out of here yo yo yo
These three people make me so sick

Diesel

Ol' Dirty Bastard

In Memory Of, Vol. 3

2007

[Raekwon the Chef] 

So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats 

On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up 

Word up, never stop

this
Sithe sizofika
Manje silana sphethamabars
Ngisho ne flow sbali
They prolly thinking that I'm sick or something
They probably hoping that I could die

Most living the life that I'm living
Is driven by money and women
But you're all I ever need
Girl that's a given, feel me
Now sick as fuck just heal

a point when every man breaks
So many bad days, sad nights
I used to have dreams too damn right
But so many things have gone wrong
I've been sick of this

at hand, so
Imagine, all of us having understood were fam
Living good for the sisterhood and brotherhood of man, yo
Imagine, no possessions I wonder if you

You wanna fuck with T
I will really rob yo life
Take yo money
Then I leave you bleeding dying by my knife
You are nothing but a bitch that I be

don't come to me 'cause

Yo clowns slow down
Yeah think you didn't know that 
I'm more than you thought
Untouchable so go back 

It's Saturday you see?
So

hit by Cupid
Jack ball hard so you can not dispute it
Killing this beat the way I abuse it
They trynna hang but I leave em on nooses
Going so crazy

the phantom menace
Yo it's a feat that should be mentioned
In the book of Guinness
This mood and groove is so smooth
From start to finish
This mood and groove

than yo
Woah
You dont that get I need this
I been on a feed list
Dont wanna be so conceited
Give me any rap these days
I can beat it
I dont want beef
But

know you saw me South Beach smoking by that Rolls
By now lookin down you know what I blow
 This kush its yo favorite color it's that purple dro
To see

that pic forgot my blick
My carves and scripts gon hit real nice with my fit, bop so sick
My feets, you step, you trip get crushed real quick by one

I was blind
Now I count my blessings
Count my blessings
Wonder who will provide
Love is always with you God is by your side
Fear then we hide
What we

my mental
I know I'm thuggin' on these beats
Fuckin' up instrumentals
Catch yo nigga slippin'
Drake hit him
That's detrimental
And I ain't going for no

sacrifice that pagan

‘Cause it’s Coka, it’s going down
Do you want it by the key
Do you want it by the pound?
Yo it’s Coka, it’s going down
Do you want it by

missing
Fucked yo bitch inside my kitchen
Disappear like a magician
Fucking with me is so risky
I pour the lean in my kidney
Why all these niggas so shitty

Acapella, ich bin fresh, yo
Und jeder will mir was erzähl'n
"Sag, warum bist du noch nicht fame?
Bruder, diss mal den und den!" Ja, is' okay
"Sag mal,