Sik World - Step To Me lyrics

[Intro] Don't f** the beats, b**h I said don't f** the beats, b**h. Come on man (stop, stop) [Verse] I rep that, Sik World get affiliated You p**y rappers need stimulated And you're not dope, you've been manipulated And you're not sick, you're a healthy patient Got bra** knuckles to snuff anyone that's hating And you haven't hustled, you just take vacations You don't know the struggle of days in the basement You sit on your a** until your life is wasted You lack the drive and you lack the patience Please step aside for my world wide invasion I get dizzy high and strike from the spaceship I crash drive and go "super saiyan" like go Legitimately sicking, every time when I rap on a track I have an epiphany Like I spazz when I rap. I don't even know what got into me Now I'm back with the axe and I'm trying to amp up a k**ing spree Sever the head of and emcee claiming to be as ill as me My lyrically ability silences all of the bickering I'm a terrible energy, non preventable enemy with an irritable tendency k**ing anyone next to me, give a f** if you're friends with me In Hip-Hop, you'll get stomped tryna step in my delivery Find it ambiguous you would try to counter agility This intricate shopping on doing is done vigorously raw I'm everything as powerful as DBZ, b**h I am a God I got bars like a cell, and I'm cold like a freezer. Should I really have to go on? And girls flash me their "chi chi's" and it's so rad it's got me dropping my jaw I could go hot but I'd rather go cool since I'm cooler than y'all, f** with me dawg Nobody wants to hear your little struggle Oh you couldn't afford a 10 dollar beat You need to hustle How you going to flex if you don't got a muscle You bark on a track I think you need a mussle You easily get run through, lyrically I gut you Your dream is for Caitlyn Jenner to come bu*t f** you And you bump "Kidz Bop", how is Hip-Hop going to come through Old friends like, "Sik Kid, what's up Man I'm with your girl, I'm getting my nuts s**ed" Didn't care for me but then I got my buzz up Now I'm k**ing the rap scene tell me who wants some And you're not built for rap, you don't get it I'm not saying to give up, I'm saying be realistic You half a** the rhymes, everything that you're spitting You don't have the heart and you lacked the commitment I'm with it. I blow up like a terrorist act I severed the raccoon that's on Jarren's hat I look to God and I know that he be staring back They bump to my music because they know their's is whack And to anyone who's trying to go ahead and go diss me at all It's hard to give up my dreams for those who don't dream at all (Real) (Sick World)