Lyrics
Im thinkin' evil, im slick like a weasel. Just like a disease, the affliction is lethal.
like a machine relentless, I wreck this check this.
Nothing Ironic, Flows electronic, I got you trippin like you been hittin too much chronic.
Got the lyrical flowdown to give you a showdown.
My verbal Onslaught, gonna feel like you been shot.
And here I stand withought a weapon in my hand, just a gun for respect, cause your chocking on my dialect.
Do you really wanna step to this? Cause' Im a pessimest, the glass is always half empty, so just step on up and fill up my cup
With all the knowledge of the world that is just so fucked up, I wanna know about the path that Im walking.
So all you suckers can here me talking about the quest, Im obsessed, I wont sleep, I wont Rest, until my brain is fulfilled, rhythmic words are billed.
All the leyics I bust, and all the people I love and trust, and all you suckers can choke on the dust.
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