Sicko Mode (Hell From The 12th t...
• Written by DJMALCOLM • Featuring and GamingTricks
If you people want a glimpse of my mind,
You'll be surprised of the visions inside.
If you take time just to listen to my,
Insecurities, you'll have a vivid demise.
Maybe I'm not really meant for rap,
Maybe, I'm probably meant for trash.
Eminem kinda invented rap,
But I'll never be him, so I'm left to crash.
When it rap, I'm a sweat at that,
Rhyming so fire your legs collapse.
Me and Malcolm both use vivid descriptions,
You'll never catch us being next to last.
But you'll catch us being next to first,
Flame you so hard your appendix burst,
Simple writtens is just peasant work.
Picture-Perfect on this pleasant perch.
I stand tall like a giant Titan,
School, Work, then I'm back to written'
Golden touch when I rap like Midas,
Me and Malcolm eying that horizon.
When I'm on the mic, I "Malcolmize".
And that's the reason why I catch the eyes,
Of OG's on this fucking rapping site.
I'm the first to live, and the last to die.
Hook
Sicko Mode.
Travis got the hatchet and the pillows soaked,
With a widows blood,
You already know the windows broke.
That's the imagery,
Inside my head and it killing me.
But I'm willingly,
Letting it it take me to infinity.
Bridge
Sicko Mode...
Sicko Mode...
Yeah...Yeah...
Malcolm verse
My rhymes get you high, you might overdose
I'm quite lit, the type to pipe most the hoes
Cards i closely hold at the chest, with gats and tecs
Man it's best you pack a vest, or I'm blowing holes
damn I'm blessed, im a savage and so it goes
Rap has been my passion yes, it's opened doors
But sometimes this crap can get annoying
And I would just rather jet like a Boeing
"let's hate on this dick Malcolm, we'll all just doubt him
We'd be better off without him, so let's drown him
In criticism, the white rapper stigmatism
When he is down then kick him, till he is out and quitting"
But I keep striving and writing to be high as a kite and
in in each fight i will strike untill each rival is dying
Bitches gon be ass raped when I see one I like
Need a fuckin band aid or they bleed through the night
My mind is such a sad state, its really a plight
But it has been man made, so I don't even know right
From wrong, but songs are songs as long as I'm on
Gotta gun drawn and so much grass, i call it the front lawn
Only god knows the path I've taken was hard though
Now my bars flow like the red river in fargo
I'm grilling these rappers, this beats my charcoal
go till opponents are checked out like barcodes
kids come to me, asking how to improve
facing writers block wondering what Malcolm would do
Who would have thought this when I back when I started
i was clowned in my school, they called my rapping retarded
Hook
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DJMALCOLM
Member since September 9 2013