Saigon - You Make Me Sick lyrics

Verse 1: (Saigon) Check it, I'm here to regulate! Set the record straight, like a bomb ready to detonate! I separate the heavy from featherweight Rhyme deadly but I educate Making a ignoramus mind climb to a clever state Ain't no time to hesitate I ain't trying to ever wait When God come to get you, He gets you homie Ain't never late! Your spirit'll levitate For your wake they gon set a date Doctor try to shock you but you too late to resuscitate I'm afflicted, I click with the crime addicted Convicted for trying to stick sh** Now they freedom is non-existent You be lying in your raps too much Your story is saltier than cashew nuts You can't name one n***a a** you bust Yet, you rap about k**ing? Who the f** asked you up punk? What you are is just a author that's softer than new baby sh**! Chorus: You make me sick! Rapping like you thuggin, you buggin You wasn't busting or cutting nothing, you're frontin You make me sick! Acting like you been there and done it Always kicking some drama sh** cause you don't want it You make me sick! Please violate my clique Give us a reason to come tie up your b**h You make me sick! You're pinker than the person that was singing The original version of this sh** You make me sick! Verse 2: (Saigon) Fists up! Fists up! Fists up! We ain't thirsty enough to drink from a pimp cup! Y'all n***as rapping bout ya four fifths and stuff You scared of a little scuffle, little fisticuffs? Y'all be k**ing me with your gun busting ability Ain't no handguns up in the f**ing facilities That's where you going if your burner really be blowing I seen how hard district attorneys be going Trying to lock a n***a for life They gave poo bear two years, he only got knocked with a knife So keep it real motherf**er, you ain't shoot nann gun Your punk a** probably even scared to shoot a fair one I got some stories for your a**, but I don't care to share none I just wish I had a couple more years to hear Gun! He died young, he was living the sh** that you spit [Chorus] Verse 3: (Saigon) Is it the devious nut slash heathen In us that clashes with the Jesus in us That makes us savages for greed and lust Is there a war between police and us Is k**ing innocent people just procedure huh Unfortunately enough The media bluff us how they deceiving us With guns d** diseases and stuff Leaving us to bleed in the beast's gut Is this what hip hop is teaching us? Yo you think they gonna understand you, god? I don't know man! Maybe I should sing this sh** Put some melody in it We gotta get back to rapping Get back to what this hip-hop thing is all about, man! Raising the kids, man! Each one, teach one, right? One hand washes the other Both hands wash the face! Saigon the yardfather I'm back! Be afraid! Be very, very, very, very, very, very, very afraid!