Sicknature - Seven lyrics

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Sicknature - Seven lyrics

[Verse 1: Planetary] Yeah! Yo, uh A lot of rappers try approaching the omen My poems will punish your people while I'm up at the podium Pharaohs folding 'em, like washed clothes again I'm a vulture when the flow go choke your kin Broke, I leave most of them, slow, I keep my motionin' Eye on the prize I silence the wise, my lyrics make a scientist cry Making a secret society expose their purpose Making 'em unleash info and explode in my surface I'm taking my time to birth this, rap entity earthless It's show time, there's no time, be ready when the curtain split I'm hurtin' sh**, too powerful for paink**ers On the concrete jungle we walk like trained guerillas Untamed, and my n***as is Kane, Kool G, Rakim, combined into one frame We like the new mecca of immaculate rappers Vinnie Paz, call the goons, now we back with the clappers [Verse 2: Chief Kamachi] Yo, remain silent, k** him with what I mentally says Bloody Fez, choke you like an Indian rez Kamach, animal Turk, sick with a cannibal smirk Welcome, this where the murderers lurk It's my mind, that make sure that the Sun can work Scorch bodies, leave all of your gunmen hurt Pharaoh sultans, create a serious cult jam And my hand is where the tears of the pope ran They stay watching like they keep me on a scope cam I'm in Heaven with the angels that smoke grams You need God, that's why the earth so damned International, trying to get my flow banned That's cool, if I don't kick these prayers A lot of floods and fam' is gonna hit these years Kamachi back on the chapel stairs Open the clouds, let the thunder clap your ears [Verse 3: King Syze] You wanna put your money up? Then muthaf**er then put it For your family's sanity man, I wish that you wouldn't n***as got nice flows, just dont know where to put it And I know your whole life your raps are edited footage And y'all mixtape n***as couldn't see my plateaus All up in my presence, while y'all actin' bashful King Syze casting an ecliptic rap flow Y'all little light n***as couldn't feed my shadows From, city to city, intersection to section But you reflexin', with or without a weapon I'm always steppin', never scared But always and forever prepared Yeah the ones who drink gas man is revvin' their gears [Verse 4: Reef the Lost Cauze] You now rocking' with the foulest clique in the continent Total dominance, rise to prominence In my prime like Optimus, stand in astonishment At this conglomerate, an axis of evil I know where Osama is, he down in Camp David Down and dirty like a damp basement The champ must demand greatness From himself, or be another contender There's hundreds of n***as Dead left under the river From the days of slaves To hurricanes in Orleans See my people's graves floatin' amongst the waves There's hell to pay, but The devil don't take checks I tried to send a message to God His phone don't take texts I need a new plan, a crook with knowledge Times is hard homie, why I took them dollars Man, my momma got a mortgage And my little baby sister need books for college I rob all of y'all [Verse 5: Doap Nixon] Hey, yo, they want the hood in here so they called me first I give 'em rappers gatorade cause they ball with thirst, UH! This is more than music But these n***as is mad trash That's why the stores refuse 'em Yo, I'm out in Georgia, went straight to the block I'm seein' cats motorcyclin' dawg, I'm doin the walk I'm an O.G., call my Italian n***as a wop Though their papers ain't right, but they got weight on the block I love 'em uh Hand to hand, see your hands ache I drunk so much syrup dawg I stopped eatin' pancakes Ya n***as cool dawg mine's absurd hot Stop frontin' like you's a k**er money, your nerves shot Yo you's a Paxil n***a, dumpin' Zoloft in coffee AOTP what exhaust be Can't keep it gear, cause I'm blinging with F's But I got my mind right so swing your sh** to the left [Verse 6: Demoz] n***a if I had 24 hours to live f** 24 hours, gimme 24 seconds Vin I'm drivin' off a bridge Broken rib, no windshield, covered in kerosene Gasoline tank filled to the top Magazines of these phony rappers ripped in pieces No priest is, strong enough to take me out of my zone I broke Jesus, choke n***as who squeal Rob n***as who steal, k** n***as who k** I'm too sick for a pill Man these n***as ain't real, they real fake They say they a man but they f**in' reveal snakes That's when you put 'em in a truck with their grill taped Rip in reverse then run into a steel gate I'm a suicide driver, never been a liar If I don't k** you later, I'mma k** you Mañana You don't want no problems You don't want no drama n***a I'mma take a trip with your baby momma, suicide driver [Verse 7: Celph Titled] Ya better cross your T's Cause we'll dot your eyes You can say that you specialize but pharaohs will optimize Backstage will get a b**h back smacked there The mac glare like dirty south pimp slap clap snares, YEAH! Holy paragraphs, what kind of sh** is that? I'm Jesus in the flesh so this is motherf**in' Christian rap Y'all just Christmas wrap, must be the secret Santa My reindeer aim near, pierce you with the antlers I made 'em go easy, and called off the wolves on my AOTP radio CB Cause y'all ain't worthy of grenades and RPGs Slit throat, hope you float with sardines and seaweed Cause this is C-E-L-P-H demonic symphony Listen to the hell we make And a year before your kids tenth birthday came You didn't have to wait for candles on the cake to see the nine flame [Verse 8: Vinnie Paz] Respect a G, my clique clap at you incessantly I lay back and drink alcohol excessively It ain't a rapper that's alive today that's testing me I got degrees in being ignorant and weaponry A 40 oz and Dutch Master is the recipe That's my sh** there, that'll be the d**h of me Give me a d**h mask, better yet an effigy I understand the math of d**h and it's complexity I understand how you was violently murked I understand how you was raised under the lies of the church But understand and recognize that I'm cursed With the ability to end your f**ing lives with a verse

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