Verbalosis Disease (Am Sick)
(Sckillz aka TheWordsmith)
F*ck sleep like insomnia you know im on to ya
Harder than narcotic officers in California
And f*ck euphoria, pure capitalism pays for this sh*t
While sisters opening for peasants like AIDS don’t exist
Nas said it best, instructions on lice are precise
With destruction at night, verbal dynamites erupting on mics
But I rather stimulate and mitigate the mic I inherit
It whispers to me in my ear "yo thats my kinda lyric"
So I hold faithfully, the microphone amazingly
Creatively enable thee to rise up with the bravery
Basically I preach a prophecy u see that prophets preach
Alot of me is on to me so honestly im livin consciously
So it’s the truth to myself & you, losing is impossible
Like...spotting the real MC while I be watchin channel U (impossible huh?)
Now your corpse spins on ya talked rims watch the sword spin
Capture you, from your collateral angles without a warning...
peace
(scratched cuts)
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats.... (x2)
...I decifer prophecies.... (x3)
...through a mic and say peace.
(Havok)
I kill dudes at ‘Point Blank’ range if you got a KI-ON-U,
Leave ya haters crucified like you’ve got an extended T-ON-U,
But just like Jesus you died for no cause,
Man you’d get clapped like an applause,
Don’t be surprised how I leave ya b1tch on all fours,
And have you dying like you buss on four fous,
Driving all range because im wheel driving four,
Hot like farenheit 94, induce charges like an iron core,
Magnetism attraction, shows how im more,
Loved than hated, don’t watch cuz ive made it,
Debate it but even my enemies wanna rate it,
Blaze it so don’t ask how the kid make it,
Drown you in talent as my rhymes submerge ya,
Gargling my lyrics would make it the first time anyone heard ya,
So all ‘a ya’ll don’t watch this hot shit,
Even if you had the biggest dot you wouldn’t be able to full stop it!!!
peace
(scratched cuts)
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats.... (x2)
...I decifer prophecies.... (x3)
...through a mic and say peace.
(Sckillz aka TheWordsmith)
yo im nice an smooth words are fire the mics the fuel
fiesty crews i invite you to come fight me too
cold without icey jewels cus thats jus how we do
ya spines are bruised, minds confused so now you lose
flames in bluers, i guess the beige fluid made me do it
this the mic and i say to it, "why am i engaged into it?
the mastered answer comes through "let the prophet elevate..
soon you and ya fly words will be dodgin aeroplanes"
either way i gotta position with ease up in clouds
not a trainee troop, but a verbal general for bustin nouns
but must i announce i speak with few restrictions
if they dont wanna know let em go, stick with who choose to listen
bodies exit like huge evictions,
they meet the feet of the devil and his cruel intentions
i bruise admissions for...entries to heaven
you sittin on a triple 6 i sleep atleast seven...
issit science or religion?
(scratched cuts)
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats.... (x2)
...I decifer prophecies.... (x3)
...through a mic and say peace.
PEACE!
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