I'm just a psycho with no reason to live except that I'm like a king when I spit pure venom cobra said I'm sic hold up tilt this dick so it fills your throat up you bish gold in my fist the mic I hold just as it is perfection been neglecting the spiritual section I'm bored like a crucifiction of the truth that is missing in the booth obvious is this a joke I been knocking the business cuz I lost in it interest for a hot minute not with this block heads spitting mumbling visions of the industry getting the profit robbing the pockets of the knock offs in it. not listed at the top is a artist that spent his hardest minutes locked up for winters and summers wishing he die in his cell giving his heads lost minutes to god seemed like the last breath in em when he jots his best sentence just to top it with vengeance when hes walking the fences. wondering how could god not of prevented such a loss but his senses regained crossing the streets in freedom years later his skill is retained abilities made even iller he'd say winter snow and king of the hill radio play even if gorilla it slays propaganda killer became to real for the fame humility makes great music giving music away so fans can feel an original vein pumping blood for the love of the game sic is the name