Sickness
my mind was in need of nurturing tired
and worn down this ground shift in my stance
a chance to turn it around
when the body reeks havoc a speech of sheer madness
could turn into a death trap so run past it
I'm gunnin' runnin' for the door to exit a point in time
whatever you call a stand still in a book of rhymes
I call it life man
you should choose the right plan
I'll live a life span
in front if mic stands
so If I don't keep a level mind
an unhealthy state of rhymes
could lead to rebel lies to self
off the shelf
I wipe the dust from my mind's pages empty spaces
I fill in with pencil drawn faces
to document the different moods and occurrences
they hint to me these pictures move where assurance lives
so I draw the nourishment fruits of the purest ****
and keep the styles up to date and keep moving it
made a few trips
through where the truth lives
back to the roots an old dog learning old tricks
new bits and pieces to fuel the heeling process
I only hear the word of others void the lost message
I take this sickness and turn it into sick ****
I take this sickness and turn it into sick ****
I take this sickness and turn it into sick ****
I take my sickness and turn it into sick spit
that ill ****
I stay zoned locked up inside my koo koo's nest
but never slip up when doing what I do best
smooth rhythmically script writer speaking in code wizardry
meaning a flow blizzard breeze winds in simplicity
then transmit it over drums and bass lines
spit it for a minute you get it it's too late I'm
climbing up this ladder
leaving behind what isn't needed I take a breather
crank the speakers let the pen bleed it out
over pages, blank sheets, the canvas is
never out-dated I create what's passionate
turning these, otherwise routine, thoughts that visualize painting
pictures like tableaus on infinite skies
chillin' on cloud nine while filling on proud wine
a state of drunkenness pumpin' this with a loud mind
I get inside the beat and rip it from the heart of it keeping
the blood boiling through your veins like an arsonists
I take this sickness and turn it into sick ****
I take this sickness and turn it into sick ****
I take this sickness and turn it into sick ****
I take my sickness and turn it into sick spit
that ill ****
SicknessLRC歌词
[00:23.52]my mind was in need of nurturing tired
[00:25.49]and worn down this ground shift in my stance
[00:27.80]a chance to turn it around
[00:29.23]when the body reeks havoc a speech of sheer madness
[00:31.86]could turn into a death trap so run past it
[00:35.37]I'm gunnin' runnin' for the door to exit a point in time
[00:38.08] whatever you call a stand still in a book of rhymes
[00:41.14]I call it life man
[00:42.43]you should choose the right plan
[00:43.82]I'll live a life span
[00:45.21]in front if mic stands
[00:46.98]so If I don't keep a level mind
[00:49.52]an unhealthy state of rhymes
[00:50.70]could lead to rebel lies to self
[00:52.75]off the shelf
[00:53.86]I wipe the dust from my mind's pages empty spaces
[00:55.34]I fill in with pencil drawn faces
[00:58.42]to document the different moods and occurrences
[01:01.19]they hint to me these pictures move where assurance lives
[01:04.21]so I draw the nourishment fruits of the purest ****
[01:06.68]and keep the styles up to date and keep moving it
[01:09.96]made a few trips
[01:11.20]through where the truth lives
[01:12.53]back to the roots an old dog learning old tricks
[01:15.61]new bits and pieces to fuel the heeling process
[01:18.41]I only hear the word of others void the lost message
[01:21.30]I take this sickness and turn it into sick ****
[01:26.86]I take this sickness and turn it into sick ****
[01:32.63]I take this sickness and turn it into sick ****
[01:38.35]I take my sickness and turn it into sick spit
[01:41.76]that ill ****
[01:43.56]I stay zoned locked up inside my koo koo's nest
[01:46.42]but never slip up when doing what I do best
[01:49.04]smooth rhythmically script writer speaking in code wizardry
[01:52.48]meaning a flow blizzard breeze winds in simplicity
[01:55.35]then transmit it over drums and bass lines
[01:57.99]spit it for a minute you get it it's too late I'm
[02:01.05]climbing up this ladder
[02:02.06]leaving behind what isn't needed I take a breather
[02:04.55]crank the speakers let the pen bleed it out
[02:06.99]over pages, blank sheets, the canvas is
[02:09.75]never out-dated I create what's passionate
[02:12.80]turning these, otherwise routine, thoughts that visualize painting
[02:15.64]pictures like tableaus on infinite skies
[02:18.40]chillin' on cloud nine while filling on proud wine
[02:20.91]a state of drunkenness pumpin' this with a loud mind
[02:23.76]I get inside the beat and rip it from the heart of it keeping
[02:26.99]the blood boiling through your veins like an arsonists
[02:29.69]I take this sickness and turn it into sick ****
[02:35.44]I take this sickness and turn it into sick ****
[02:41.06]I take this sickness and turn it into sick ****
[02:46.76]I take my sickness and turn it into sick spit
[02:50.03]that ill ****
