Sickkick
Madonna
Your honor
Melt my heart yea as if
Past life trauma way above average
Don't fly Spirit paid dearly for the baggage
High-tech world made me a modern day savage
Ugh
Seen some dark nights like Gladys
Ugh
Why ya trying to fray my Fabric
Ugh
Why you trying to kill my magic
Ugh
Why you trying conjure up the static
I'm back to the back of the back with a g-shock
Bumping 50 Cent, Rakim and Pete Rock
Now every word that I write is a heat rock
Hit em' right where it hurts everytime the beat drop
Now they want more of me
Love when I'm at war with me
They just wanna corner me
Wanna put a fork in me
Fuck that
Two middle fingers up bust back
Wanna pop shots tell em run that
Ugh
Minor set back for the comeback Sickick with the handoff
I'm scoring 6 like a running back
Bet after they listen to this one they'll run it back
Saying more in 6 bars than you on a whole track
And that's facts hoe
I run my whole operation like Castro eyes on the cash flow
Cuz I've taken knives to the back bro
But that's past so...
Let's turn up the heat so I can mold it
And let yourself go let me hold it
Let me test drive it control it
And let me kill your ego for the moment
The most tender parts tend to neglect
So I dosed it just right to help you eject
Let the tape run peep the effects
Let me unfreeze your heart and be your prefect