a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

sickandtired - dead cypher records, kellan breen & jozie haze lyrics

[verse 1: kame kami]
uh, what’s up? i’m here to lock em in and hold the keys to the cuffs
eric b and rakim technique they sweat it enough
top of the tree reaping fruit, the competition is dust
kami got what you need, and he got what you must
so what i need, hmm, i need my mama right, my family right
paid flights across the map trophy lit by candlelight
every demographic feel me diverse range like a canted sight
and every word’s hitting like the verse came with a canon’s light
no label backing me, only crew and myself
spitting food for my health mind heavy, but the music it helps
flowing smoothly through beats like phelps after trekking through h*ll
9 levels to frozen cores after the pain that i felt
who’d ever thought i’d come out the best
with the s on my chest, my kryptonite is lack of success
the mic imma bless, a queen to a knight when in chess
imma move how i want when i fight to progress
from embarrassing irrelevance to garishness and eloquence
writing these stories to boost my character development
no struggling in the dark it’s no comparison i’m excellent
i’ll shuffle with the stars after tearing through the sediment
embarrassing irrelevance to garishness and eloquence
writing these stories to boost my character development
no struggling in the dark it’s no comparison i’m excellent
i’ll shuffle with the stars after tearing through the sediment
[verse 2: kellan breen]
give em something they gon’ love to hate
these motherf*ckers wanna diss, but they can’t knock the work
lately, i done had a lot on my plate
but when we make it at the top, know we came from the dirt
we be ridin’ in the back seat it’s jozie and gpo
we got them hammers b*tch get back, heat hung out the window
we got it tucked, on attack, you’s a bunt, i’m a grand slam
lost tape, running bags in a trans am
whippin’ the stick shift, got an ounce of the stickiest, i
need a smoke so i roll up a quick spliff
won’t choke when i’m lungin’ a big hit
sit yo bum ass down so we can show you what dope is
i’m sick and tired of tryna deal with your bullsh*t
keepin’ the circle tight to protect from the negatives
givin’ em something they gon’ love to hate
these motherf*ckers always talking, but all of em just irrelevant

[verse 3: jozie haze]
b*tch i’m undead, got back from h*ll and started raising it
like i should’ve all along, vaulting over aimlessness
fearin it to serious and deadbeat to deadass
i’m feelin’ blessed, but you won’t ever see me attend mass
stand at attention for the brigadier general, g
earned it with verses that you get to hear regularly
cause i’m a veteran, 7 years and runnin
watch your 6 for my clique cause you never hear ’em comin
we’re sick and twisted, lil ugly mane
and denzel in 2012, i got a ill f*ckin brain
i’m a loud mouth dyk*, clown around, i might face time
pick yall off, it’s soundin’ like the roundabout baseline
clutch the neck with five fingers of death
cover frets and pluck the strings like a marionette
you’re just some puppets, make you dance for the f*ck of it, yep
dead winter, off*season, still nothin’ but net, huh
nothin but net, lost tape, off days, still nothin but net, huh
nothin but net, lost tape, off days, still nothin but net, b*tch
[outro: jozie haze]
dead cypher records, lost tape
here to tell you how it, and how it ain’t
stay in school and eat your f*ckin vegetables or whatever

- dead cypher records kellan breen jozie haze lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular