Underground - My Sick Flow' lyrics

"You down for a sick flow?" [Verse: L] E-E-D 'W' in the front, T-H-C put the W-eed in the blunt -T-H-E (thee) emcee speaking' peace off the front' Of my soul's reflection; heart's cold reflection Dissecting' the whole veins with no pain, a soul gains connection Demonstrating my poetic profession, prophetic detention Detaining my brain in a cage sprayin' me with pure inspection Even the afterlife is impressed with how I collect depression And switch it up, evolving into my mental protection Using mixed swishers, helps me not to spit bitter I'm not a rider i'm a Messiah spitting these sick scriptures Im not a gangsta; dont hit n***a's or count rich figures I just aim and hit bigger, success is this big trigger- I click it if im on the wrong treble, I just add some ba** in my life Erase the hate in my life; "Be gone Devil!" My level is different My level of sinning is equal to Sheen's level of "WINNING!" My life is like the Bible, I'm the hip-hop disciple I hit-off my rivals, I click-off the dial; I spit off arrival Cause im innocent with intimate innocence, in-a-sec I use to run like a boss, hustle and toss But every gangster God gets hung on the cross Speaking of the page's; my lyrics enter' in em' Like a demon speaking an exorcism, there's no exit in em' Just' a tight guy snorting white lines, nice lines' That are so loaded, it's like a potion that fights crime I'm not a 'cool' loser, I rule smoother Chillin' with Casey playing around with his new looper I'm a tool-bruiser, Marijuana fool-abuser I got this dope worldplay so no, i'm not a school refuser When I see the mic I grab it', practice - addict When you battle me Im hitler, so go hide in your addic' I don't have swag I have cla**, I f** with teachers You think you'll beat me in this game? While you stuck-to-bleachers Im not afraid of d**h, I'll even f** up the Reaper With more cuts and blood then those b**hes who Cut For Bieber My lyrics appear out of thin air, point to your goal and begin there Try to sin rare - meditate within prayers Im like a doctor cause I'll drive by; slide by Your blind-side, open your prime-mind and see your life glide by And pursue without judgement, I'm new to a movement called loving; I can't be pushing and shoving with this kush that im puffin I can't be filled with envy or else I'm my very enemy I'll have to fight my own instincts to develop empathy Release my very energy; empty evil entities - outside Till' im alive and I can reform my identity Poetry within my heart, music's my art My only family that will never be apart - from me It projects harm-ony, so I dont need to pro-tect myself from harm-you-see So destroy the armory; cause if you have a problem, you can keep on mobbin' Cause your rhyme schemes by my means is used more than one of Cydnies condoms' .