sick
ita just another day another day I wake up, and gotta contemplate, on how to get my cake up, i need money but cant get a job cuz I'm a felon, then wonder why we resort to rob and dope selling, i was taught, if you get caught, theres no telling, fuck the law, cuz there out to take, everything that you got, they rather lock us away then to see us making alot, or in the Grave, body rot, but fuck that, and that punk musk rat, that switched, turned fed, and snitched, now its a must, we put a hit, on his head, Infrared beam, to his forehead, how could you do me like that, after everything I did, for you yiur wife and your kids, now if it wasn't for them, you'd already be dead, but we never kill no kids and noo woman, we follow the code of the streets, the g code, so many haters out there wish yo see me fold, but still i don't quit, and fuck diamonds and gold, i don't need it, i got the medallion with jesus, to protect me, in these cold streets, lord please, give me the strength, to defeat my enemies, and those that creep, dont test cuz i won't rest till you sleep, so know that, if you fuck with me, its gaurantee youll be deceased, buried 6 feet deep, in the cemetery, cuz i be one of the best out yhe Southwest, yes indeed, who it be, the dopest, straight out the t.u.c, mrpeewee, aka lopez, see me and g.u.c. thugging till the death of it, a cold hearted mexican, with a gun pressed against, your tempo, memerize this info, it simple, im so sick, amd quick,to pop yo head, like a pimple, a sick individual, spit this shit lyrical, original, no not your typical, all you that contest, are looking pituful, I suggest, you dont step, or even try, to get wit it yo, cuz no, im not gonna stop, till i knock you cowards out the box, im hot, you not, you drop, with less than 2 shots, yoir not tupac, you cam die, witg one bullet, so cool it, or get one througg your gullet, this how i do it, spit murder music, and we can do this however you want ti do it, amd get in to it whenever however, your head a, get severed, with a berreta, you betta, not getta, head of yiur self,
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Hey @ONE_N_ONLY! Thanks for sharing 'sick ' with us! Your vocals are a great volume in the mix, but they're a little unclear, you may play around with your distance from the mic! Your bars are dope, we like how you put 'em all together. Awesome delivery, so many tight flows!! We think this track is awesome and could be a hit!! Submit more music for instant feedback from us, we'd love to hear more! All the best, The Rap Fame Team
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