So Much Sicker Than
• Written by Wedgewood
That you've ever heard before
Y'all are music herbivores
So much sicker than
So much quicker than
We more vicious than
Anything you love
Anything you know
We gunning for the top spot
Watch out below
As we drop the flow
Y'all have never seen be fo'
Iggy and Nicki ain't the only ones that we know!
We gotta kill it
Make it hotter than the skillet
Make it cleaner than the kitchen
After cleaning all the dishes!
Bit ches, get-it
Big blunts, lit-it
Living to the limit
Never giving a shit about the critics or crick-ets
If you saw inside my mind you would see it is skip-in
To the beat, and everybody listens
Uh, and everybody's cup glistens
Uh, and nobody is missin'
In action, in fact this-is
All we need, love, and our brothers
Obtain everything, give it to our mothers
Live for another reason
Other than greed, the season
Is now, boy!
Yea, you best believe it
Let me hear you scream like, this is what you need, and
Any body who is sayin' otherwise will be findin'
A new definition order for how they define grindin'
Even though the road is windin', even though the lights are blindin'
I'm reminded of my tribesmen, at home gold minin'
With hope in their eyes, you can see the light dwinin'
I'ma find it where it's hidin' and bring it back shinin' like I am
On a mission, hopefully you see the vision
A visionary
With your girlfriend in missionary
I'm aware of the problems you're bringing, it's so hairy
The way that I'ma take apart your face, and then be wearing
It on mine like, Nick is on nine kinds
Of different drugs tonight I might
steer clear, I'm shittin' like steers' rears
Ripping all these microphones, shearing off of ye'ar fear
Ye'ar year, is my first month
By my second one, I am second to none
I am second to come, after my girl's sun
Sets on fire, you know that there's nothing higher
Call me sire, you're a sword hand for hire
I am on a mission to overthrow the entire
Empire that is my only requirement
Tell me why in the fuck is you tryina with a pen?
Before you do begin, I probably will fin-ish
Have a sign outside my door that says "fish-in"
Finish, yo din-nah, be-fo, I get-ah
Get a little bit pissed, start spittin a rhythm that's even sicker
I'm so much quicker than any body that you could pick if
You went and ask my track coach he'd say, "That's, Nick!"
That's it bitches listen as soon as I enter the room
All I see inside the face of other rappers is internal doom
They will mourn you soon, and then the morning to
Follow will probably will hollow out your existence
From the history books, every page that was written
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Wedgewood
Member since July 19 2014