Ceeingee - The Lab lyrics
[Intro] "Access to Lab C accepted" What experiment am I gonna do today Ha, an experiment to cure retards... ummm I'll put that aside... who the f** is that? (gunshot) [Hook] Let's get down to the lab Let's get down to the lab Let's get down to the lab Yo, let's get down to the lab [Verse 1] I feel a gush of wind over my head as I'm writing a rhyme No lyrical experiments today, the lab closed for the weekend I've got loads of rhymes waiting to be put together by a good friend I've wrote thousands of rhymes, some are dope and good I've even given some for free to my homies back in my old hood Rappin' is my hobby, my home profession Rap is good for expression, when I express my sh** I express when I spit, that's all I like to do most of my time I sometimes blow my lid when I get angry, I just don't know what can make me happy I throw sh** about, punch the walls and grab my own hair I start to kick and get depressed too and feel that nobody will care To the lab with this rap and make it good Let's hope I don't make another alter ego that will take control of me I'm yet to k** Sid, he's still alive He's not yet dead, I've tried a bullet to the head but he survived it It didn't even go through him, he's like a robot or he could be made of plastic [Hook] Let's get down to the lab Let's get down to the lab Let's get down to the lab Yo, let's get down to the lab [Verse 2] I go into the lab, it's dark and cold in it I can see a dark shadow, it's so dark that it's hallow like a deep pit I take a couple of pills a day to help with my headache I just can't stand the pain that is so f**in' intense It's makin' me go insane, go damn mad and start to go crazy as I would do, I need medicine, I need to be on more than paink**ers I need to be strapped with a straitjacket and tossed into a padded cell so I can feel like hell and no f**in' rhymes to tell No time to k** people with my lyrics, time to go to a loonyhouse where you can find loonies in One flew over the cuckoos nest, yes I feel a knife through my f**in' chest, and it ain't the best but yet I'm in a mess I confess that my raps are the best, It ain't as good as other ones I've heard before, like my ex who*e who f**ed me up everytime she was b**hing at my face til I punched her in the face when she was starin' into space and race her to trip her up and laugh, ha ha ha ha, sh** I am mean I am a sinner, a lyrical k**er cause I'll k** ya with just one liner I'll combine it, with other one liners like I've just took some jokes outta a joke book Sing a hook, but not talk it I'm ill when I spit cause I've got sk**, unlike most of you whack rappers out there ain't got any sk**s to rap like me I guess my style is priceless cause I'll price this I needed no help with this, usually I do but now I'm writing on my own I'll write the greatest rap that I've ever wrote alone [Hook] Let's get down to the lab Let's get down to the lab Let's get down to the lab Yo, let's get down to the lab [Verse 3] I do raps with my homie, he's from the lab too He made his own ego, but a good soul went into his A bad one went into mines, so my ego tried to k** his Vezahl the good ego, would that change the meaning of an alter ego My one, Jolly Sid was invaded by a demon NC Origan's one was invaded by an Angel, or something I'm goin' to the lab, open it up and fix the problem Solve 'em, but it might be hard, or might not work so it's a win or die typea thing, or 50/50 Maybe I'll fix it, and keep it in control Sid is lyrically k**in' people, the lab got dark ever since he was created in it He takes over the art of emceeing and he know's how to spit How to flick a coin til it lands on your head When Jolly Sid around you'll be dead, for sure [Hook] Let's get down to the lab Let's get down to the lab Let's get down to the lab Yo, let's get down to the lab [Outro] Jolly Sid Ceeingee NC Origan 2016 Raptronic Records