Here's my new finalized verse. This shit's for my first audio ever. It features Sicc Wit it(me) and the homy Tip C AKA Hazardous. It's either gonna be called "Intro 2 The SiCCness" or "2 Of Dago's Most Wanted". I just got my verses to peep, but hopefully by the end of the weekend I'll have the audio up for listening to. Anyways...here's the lyrics. Holla baCC. ~`1`~
(Verse 1 - Sicc Wit It)
I’m the siccest lyricist, more addictive than cigarettes //
Inconsiderate, turn intelligent children illiterate //
Ain’t no kryptonite exists to rip this…quicc to slit ya wrists //
And unload six clips to put infinite hits to both of ya ribs //
Project led towards ya chest rippin’ ya heart in separate sections //
Enter thru the crevices and dissect yo endo-skeleton //
Then I’ll leave you for dead, ya body corroded and infected //
I get fams stressin’ from depression when my words leave dudes decrepid //
(Verse 2 - Sicc Wit It)
I spit some sicc dialect like I’m a diabetic //
An Anaheim descendent straight SD reppin’ //
I only got 2 friends…one named Smith and one named Wesson //
And when in need they help me teach these weak emcees lessons //
I’ma soon-to-be legend just gimme 60 more seconds //
Take the mic and wrecc it cuz I’m armed with lyrical weapons //
Desgined by a sicc chemist, my voice has been embedded //
To ya ears and soul, give credit to Pops who tried his hardest when I was invented //
Send you to yo grave but ain’t sendin’ my sentiments //
I’m devilish, Ya think ya heaven-sent, quicc to make hell ya next residence //
Wrecc ya tape decc and leave ya speakers as the evidence //
Spit cataclysmic shit that fuccs up the earth’s most precious elements //
(Verse 3 - Sicc Wit It)
I jacc kids for they chuccs, khaki’s, and jaccets //
And I stay strapped even when most dudes be strapless //
The fact is when I’m attacin’ faggots lungs be collapsin’ //
What y’all kids lacc is the sicc skills I practice //
I keep it craccin’ just like the San Andreas fault //
I spit harder than rocc, so hot I melt bloccs //
Give ya frame spots when I spit more heat than gloccs //
Call me the key to Dago Town cuz I got the spot locced //
(Verse 1 - Sicc Wit It)
I’m the siccest lyricist, more addictive than cigarettes //
Inconsiderate, turn intelligent children illiterate //
Ain’t no kryptonite exists to rip this…quicc to slit ya wrists //
And unload six clips to put infinite hits to both of ya ribs //
Project led towards ya chest rippin’ ya heart in separate sections //
Enter thru the crevices and dissect yo endo-skeleton //
Then I’ll leave you for dead, ya body corroded and infected //
I get fams stressin’ from depression when my words leave dudes decrepid //
(Verse 2 - Sicc Wit It)
I spit some sicc dialect like I’m a diabetic //
An Anaheim descendent straight SD reppin’ //
I only got 2 friends…one named Smith and one named Wesson //
And when in need they help me teach these weak emcees lessons //
I’ma soon-to-be legend just gimme 60 more seconds //
Take the mic and wrecc it cuz I’m armed with lyrical weapons //
Desgined by a sicc chemist, my voice has been embedded //
To ya ears and soul, give credit to Pops who tried his hardest when I was invented //
Send you to yo grave but ain’t sendin’ my sentiments //
I’m devilish, Ya think ya heaven-sent, quicc to make hell ya next residence //
Wrecc ya tape decc and leave ya speakers as the evidence //
Spit cataclysmic shit that fuccs up the earth’s most precious elements //
(Verse 3 - Sicc Wit It)
I jacc kids for they chuccs, khaki’s, and jaccets //
And I stay strapped even when most dudes be strapless //
The fact is when I’m attacin’ faggots lungs be collapsin’ //
What y’all kids lacc is the sicc skills I practice //
I keep it craccin’ just like the San Andreas fault //
I spit harder than rocc, so hot I melt bloccs //
Give ya frame spots when I spit more heat than gloccs //
Call me the key to Dago Town cuz I got the spot locced //