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laid back tight piano beat...sick lyrics delivered with smooth flow
uk hiphop mc
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Just a lil' white kid tryin' his luck..I record all tracks usin' cool edit 2.0 on my computer..My style's raw n' my content's intelligent..The beats i use are gritty n' sick.. Not for the lighthearted or vulnerable wack mcs pz
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #1,458
Peak in subgenre #243
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written by cydfx beat by Omnypoint records
Uploaded
October 04, 2002
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
i'm terminally ill and verbally sick/ perfectly built with words equipped/ to purposely kill with murderous spits/ turbulent hits get u surgically stitched/ rip your verse to bits with a serpents hiss/ it's my turn to switch n' burn linguistics/ serve sickness and germs in lyrics/ this verbalist spits wit' the worst english/ a superb lyricist leavin' u in the dirt n' ditches/ i got merits n' certificates like i flirt with critics/ served in clinics cause i worship images/ so vivid and explicit i'm cursed to live with it/ i got rhymin' priviliges cause my birth was specific/ to unearth lyrics so u can picture it like hierogliphics/ the skys your limit cause u mc on stage with poor gimmicks/ i torture spirits and rearrange the laws of physics/ the acclaimed rawest lyrics my way's paved with awards n' bitches/ laid on the floor of course there british/ x2 a born lyricist with gods fingertips/ drawin' images of destroyed villages/ cause i aint' sworn religious its' all ridiculous/ i just storm instruments with a swarm of sickness/ i trully rhyme the best, cydfx lines deflect ya puny dialect/ its' stupid tryin to test, it's like refusin' life for death/ i was released from hell to make mc's piss in there pants/ reachin' for help n' i shit in there hands/ cripple the land with islington slang/ lyrical slams ripple thru disciplined ranks/ my foes r drove into hidin/ cause the skill of my flow n' rhymin's multiplying/ i control my finance by trading mcs for gold or diamonds/ my minds evolved to a size only known to giants/ my flow will survive when oceans r subsidin/ destroy the continent with loads of violence like a roman tyrant/ ya skills r old n' frightened, i'm like zeus throwin' the lightnin/ i have no guidance i just spit off instincts n' wit/ so ill when the pen hits the paper even the ink thinks it's sick/ x2 a born lyricist with gods fingertips/ drawin' images of destroyed villages/ cause i aint' sworn religious its' all ridiculous/ i just storm instruments with a swarm of sickness/ i won't deny my flows ferociousness/ or why angels took my mind n' sculptured it/ so street every word of each verse the homeless live/ i'm known to bring flows so sick they only cling to life by a hope n' wish/ drain ya soul to bits like monsters who feeds on life/ i mc live at concerts n' convert priests to preach these rhymes/ cause each verse gives u a peace of mind/ and those cursed believin' crime will turn n' see the sign/ and the worst of each kind will be the first to free the binds/ and there feet will find the urge to jump n' reach the sky/ if u research each line u may give birth n' release an eye/ that never worked cause u never even tried or believed it might/ u dont' have to be tall n' proud to acheive this height/ u just have to walk around n' see the thieves at night/ and unleash your might upon them/ x2 a born lyricist with gods fingertips/ drawin' images of destroyed villages/ cause i aint' sworn religious its' all ridiculous/ i just storm instruments with a swarm of sickness/
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