[Intro]
"Access to Lab C accepted"
What experiment am I gonna do today
Ha, an experiment to cure retards... ummm
I'll put that aside... who the f** is that?
(gunshot)
[Hook]
Let's get down to the lab
Let's get down to the lab
Let's get down to the lab
Yo, let's get down to the lab
[Verse 1]
I feel a gush of wind over my head as I'm writing a rhyme
No lyrical experiments today, the lab closed for the weekend
I've got loads of rhymes waiting to be put together by a good friend
I've wrote thousands of rhymes, some are dope and good
I've even given some for free to my homies back in my old hood
Rappin' is my hobby, my home profession
Rap is good for expression, when I express my sh**
I express when I spit, that's all I like to do most of my time
I sometimes blow my lid when I get angry, I just don't know what can make me happy
I throw sh** about, punch the walls and grab my own hair
I start to kick and get depressed too and feel that nobody will care
To the lab with this rap and make it good
Let's hope I don't make another alter ego that will take control of me
I'm yet to k** Sid, he's still alive
He's not yet dead, I've tried a bullet to the head but he survived it
It didn't even go through him, he's like a robot or he could be made of plastic
[Hook]
Let's get down to the lab
Let's get down to the lab
Let's get down to the lab
Yo, let's get down to the lab
[Verse 2]
I go into the lab, it's dark and cold in it
I can see a dark shadow, it's so dark that it's hallow like a deep pit
I take a couple of pills a day to help with my headache
I just can't stand the pain that is so f**in' intense
It's makin' me go insane, go damn mad and start to go crazy as I would do, I need medicine, I need to be on more than paink**ers
I need to be strapped with a straitjacket and tossed into a padded cell so I can feel like hell and no f**in' rhymes to tell
No time to k** people with my lyrics, time to go to a loonyhouse where you can find loonies in
One flew over the cuckoos nest, yes
I feel a knife through my f**in' chest, and it ain't the best but yet I'm in a mess
I confess that my raps are the best, It ain't as good as other ones I've heard before, like my ex who*e who f**ed me up everytime she was b**hing at my face til I punched her in the face when she was starin' into space and race her to trip her up and laugh, ha ha ha ha, sh** I am mean
I am a sinner, a lyrical k**er cause I'll k** ya with just one liner
I'll combine it, with other one liners like I've just took some jokes outta a joke book
Sing a hook, but not talk it
I'm ill when I spit cause I've got sk**, unlike most of you whack rappers out there ain't got any sk**s to rap like me
I guess my style is priceless cause I'll price this
I needed no help with this, usually I do but now I'm writing on my own
I'll write the greatest rap that I've ever wrote alone
[Hook]
Let's get down to the lab
Let's get down to the lab
Let's get down to the lab
Yo, let's get down to the lab
[Verse 3]
I do raps with my homie, he's from the lab too
He made his own ego, but a good soul went into his
A bad one went into mines, so my ego tried to k** his
Vezahl the good ego, would that change the meaning of an alter ego
My one, Jolly Sid was invaded by a demon
NC Origan's one was invaded by an Angel, or something
I'm goin' to the lab, open it up and fix the problem
Solve 'em, but it might be hard, or might not work so it's a win or die typea thing, or 50/50
Maybe I'll fix it, and keep it in control
Sid is lyrically k**in' people, the lab got dark ever since he was created in it
He takes over the art of emceeing and he know's how to spit
How to flick a coin til it lands on your head
When Jolly Sid around you'll be dead, for sure
[Hook]
Let's get down to the lab
Let's get down to the lab
Let's get down to the lab
Yo, let's get down to the lab
[Outro]
Jolly Sid
Ceeingee
NC Origan
2016
Raptronic Records