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Lyrics
I’m sick and tired of ni**as tryin To claim they hold chrome,
when they soft as foam, Callin’ suburbia they home,//
Reppin the brix-I roam-With infected chromosomes,
sanity sick in my dome Can’t be left alone, cause I’m known//
To paint the walls with my own veins-
Goin insane, someone explain why I can’t maintain//
The pain, that’s fukkin eatin my brain away
Everytime I obey-or stray away //
From these voices...making the wrong choices
Sick of these noises-I’ma DESTROY this beat-you weak-//
Stomp you out with my bare feet
No such thing as defeat-when you raised in the streets//
(quick flow)
My shyt be explicit when I illicit head nodz
If I was religious I’d be a fukkin rap god//
If I was a Muslim I’d be declaring jihad
Me and my squad come to ya house with a whip-saw//
I told you I was nuts-why you standin slack-jawed
This life is a prison, and you in here for Rap-Fraud//
You witnessed perfection, while I examine all ya flaws
Let’s see how you talk with ya mouth full of my nut-sauce//
This ashy nuck, why the fukk duckin the truth
Betta keep that mouth shut- ‘fore you get bucked like ya tooth//
This game is serious but I rap for fun
My squad’s full of thugs that’ll collape ya lungs//
Other lyrics are suspect, every punch get deflected,
Spent 4 nights in hell, but I’m back, I got rejected//
Cause the devil and I, we had beef before-
My only sanity, my crew settlin’ scores//
These ni**az i ride with-
Be the ni**az I die with
I spit wit sick as dog with a pierced cl*t//
That’s IT, I’m done I’m finished-I made my point
I split, my lung’s diminished-cause I killed this joint//
i'm diverse like ali- shyt- i fight like a pro
my beat curl ya fist tight as ya gheri with soul-glo//
cause i flow like hot liquid-and i'm sick wit the lead
a spic -with vocab-, yo that's suttin to dread//
go ahead---study my rhymes, u won't make the grade
this the school of hard knox-u need financial aid//
cause ya style is broke,-bout to get smoked-with a barrage
of fuckin blasts unleashed-by my whole entourage//
(chorus)
any ni**a that fuk wit my crew
guaranteed 2 get clapped with tha tools
the games over its a rap 4 u
we gon blast u
