-HOOK-
take a glance into our world full of real situations...real life altercations..famine across different nations/
weapons of mass destruction vass political kuruption..laws bought by contrabutions thats shit confusing/
multiple wars they say we cant lose..turn on the t.v. and see the gore on the news...refugess fleeing screaming running from a lit fuse/
-VERSE ONE-
i'm known to produce sicc lyrics out the city of rain...a underground terriost like hussien/
peep my game..blowing up venues like cocaine in ya brain you know the name..no need to explain/
in the studio sipping hennessy..hitting the sherlock cause this shits elementary...a novice crushing haters heartless regardless/
spitting thirty bars aint shit to me...music just comes natural to the S to the T dont act like you dont know YOU REMEMBER ME/
local vocals underground like alqidia...three real northwest ridahs..holding some herb just pass me the lighter/
to help calm the beast just a playa bout his paper like priest...or goldie nobody can hold me bust quick and leave the pavement bloody/
high off the indigo coming sick whether its off the top or a written flow...hitting switchs in the caddy drivin with the ass low/
feared more then castro with nukes or the chinese and there troops...strapped and ready to die over a melody i'm a genius no lie/
my styles like quick mixed with nine..pressing my luck daily walking a fine line..got a little money but i'm still on the grind/
-HOOK-
take a glance into our world full of real situations...real life altercations..famine across different nations/
weapons of mass destruction vass political kuruption..laws bought by contrabutions thats shit confusing/
multiple wars they say we cant lose..turn on the t.v. and see the gore on the news...refugess fleeing screaming running from a lit fuse/
-VERSE TWO-
born and raised full of skorn and rage hit the blunt till my eyes glazed...knowledge in every phrase looking for them better days/
got some haters but fuck em and any ways...looking for an early retirement if your a white skills are a requirement/
got my shits so cold when I spit I leave the booth frozen at thirty below..hear the knowledge in the words I flow/
noticed theres a lot of bitchs snitchs and crooked crows..most dont see my technique its so unique with a certain mystique/
you cant see me like you got a constent blink the methaphors and smilies make you think just want enough money to put my moms in some mink/
have my dreams finally come to fruition a rapper with great skills and intuition only reason i write sicc shit is cause its tradition/
without reason focused like its the post season after a ring and a trophy...its S to the T yeah you know me..lible to give your girl some ruffees/
now shes my newest groupie...acting like paris cause now she wanna make a movie...but i'm a man with a simple life/
plot schemes while i'm sharpning my knife...got sicc nonsense in my conscience always cautious quick to kick a hater in the stomach till hes nautious/
surrounded by dirt so its hard to stay clean...smoking atleast a eighth a night to keep me right...watching my back strapped ready to bust on site/
-HOOK-
take a glance into our world full of real situations...real life altercations..famine across different nations/
weapons of mass destruction vass political kuruption..laws bought by contrabutions thats shit confusing/
multiple wars they say we cant lose..turn on the t.v. and see the gore on the news...refugess fleeing screaming running from a lit fuse/
take a glance into our world full of real situations...real life altercations..famine across different nations/
weapons of mass destruction vass political kuruption..laws bought by contrabutions thats shit confusing/
multiple wars they say we cant lose..turn on the t.v. and see the gore on the news...refugess fleeing screaming running from a lit fuse/
-VERSE ONE-
i'm known to produce sicc lyrics out the city of rain...a underground terriost like hussien/
peep my game..blowing up venues like cocaine in ya brain you know the name..no need to explain/
in the studio sipping hennessy..hitting the sherlock cause this shits elementary...a novice crushing haters heartless regardless/
spitting thirty bars aint shit to me...music just comes natural to the S to the T dont act like you dont know YOU REMEMBER ME/
local vocals underground like alqidia...three real northwest ridahs..holding some herb just pass me the lighter/
to help calm the beast just a playa bout his paper like priest...or goldie nobody can hold me bust quick and leave the pavement bloody/
high off the indigo coming sick whether its off the top or a written flow...hitting switchs in the caddy drivin with the ass low/
feared more then castro with nukes or the chinese and there troops...strapped and ready to die over a melody i'm a genius no lie/
my styles like quick mixed with nine..pressing my luck daily walking a fine line..got a little money but i'm still on the grind/
-HOOK-
take a glance into our world full of real situations...real life altercations..famine across different nations/
weapons of mass destruction vass political kuruption..laws bought by contrabutions thats shit confusing/
multiple wars they say we cant lose..turn on the t.v. and see the gore on the news...refugess fleeing screaming running from a lit fuse/
-VERSE TWO-
born and raised full of skorn and rage hit the blunt till my eyes glazed...knowledge in every phrase looking for them better days/
got some haters but fuck em and any ways...looking for an early retirement if your a white skills are a requirement/
got my shits so cold when I spit I leave the booth frozen at thirty below..hear the knowledge in the words I flow/
noticed theres a lot of bitchs snitchs and crooked crows..most dont see my technique its so unique with a certain mystique/
you cant see me like you got a constent blink the methaphors and smilies make you think just want enough money to put my moms in some mink/
have my dreams finally come to fruition a rapper with great skills and intuition only reason i write sicc shit is cause its tradition/
without reason focused like its the post season after a ring and a trophy...its S to the T yeah you know me..lible to give your girl some ruffees/
now shes my newest groupie...acting like paris cause now she wanna make a movie...but i'm a man with a simple life/
plot schemes while i'm sharpning my knife...got sicc nonsense in my conscience always cautious quick to kick a hater in the stomach till hes nautious/
surrounded by dirt so its hard to stay clean...smoking atleast a eighth a night to keep me right...watching my back strapped ready to bust on site/
-HOOK-
take a glance into our world full of real situations...real life altercations..famine across different nations/
weapons of mass destruction vass political kuruption..laws bought by contrabutions thats shit confusing/
multiple wars they say we cant lose..turn on the t.v. and see the gore on the news...refugess fleeing screaming running from a lit fuse/
