[Verse 1: Shaheen]
Who you know sick as this
So ill pale heads turning like the exorcist
Too many flows that you could possibly be bodied with
Swimmin through the river of his words make your shotty whip
A lot of tip what i give for this unappearances
Blue flags leaving kids face delirious
Are you hearing this? so much crying out in the street
Making me nervous, i can't sleep nor can i eat
So disturbed this, can't be what its made to be
Steppin to me lyrically a nonoption check your profits B
Prophets prophecised my coming properly they call me antichrist im coming twice for twin monopoly
Spotting me, in the open is like toking in seattle
Brains scattered out like hopped on the wrong saddle
Speed of life too slow to suit my appetite
My sh**'ll shine right, no matter in muddy or clearer light
Im cleaning right and if you dont believe me check the streetsweeper
Got a fusion 'tween a construction car and a beamer that i use to make the streets cleaner
Call it bean reamer, take all of your goya and leave you bleeding, fear her
She is the goddess of my weakness, no beer
Give me likeness to be what i reap this, sow real
I dont figure you know who i am or what i stand for
Im the man you prolly hate more than your landlord
Lord title is right tho, get bit by my pytho
Code language written by a maestro
Flow tight like asian
Destroy your land like Haitians
Playsian, thats the language of playas i dont speak it i only speak nice emphasize my own name twice
Shaheen shaheen meanest of kings brought to your service my queen
Youve heard this im sure but you are a worthless being
Lately being myself is getting to be a hard job
My mind treat me like a slob with a limp knob
Hormones going crazy, nah fugazy
Used to want to have myself pushing up daisies
Now i still question my existence for instance
I came with the bop and ended like i missed it
Dont act like you dont wanna record
You do it of your own accord you damn son of a who*e
Drive a honda into an elantra to spark off a comma
My interludes are that epic, f** the requisite im speccin my spacesphip where ive never been cuz im spaced out
Hot like the salsa, call me paced out
Question everyday if i couldve went the Mase route
Or the red tape route
Worse rappers eating but i dont wanna if they eating brussel sprout
No greens but i got the game on lock like couch
Diagnostic language, internist like house
Insert an*logy here bout cheese and a mouse
Throw in another one about drivebys, crouch in your hindsight, ouch kid got blindeyed by bullets
People talking about eatin well ill be the fullest, other rappers be nervous because they dont have a purpose
But im focused right now
Show me the strip i got the glowsticks land your jet proness handle techs like a ho hits rec execs
Revolutionary vision malcolm x