Jay Tri11a - Sicker Than Your Average lyrics

[Verse 1] You in jeopardy. My bars go harder than bra** knuckles, it's like a felony You cooking up remedies but you ain't ready for me Blasting through your brain like the bullet that went through Kennedy's All sullen suddenly what happened to flexing essentially? MC-ing rather then rapping especially This isn't a serenity, clearly Rarely letting wack rappers attack me Slap happy but I ain't too kind just a bit scary, but devine with these rhymes These lines are just too fine to put to waste You whine when I shine through your blinds Flows so cold they turn to rime all day Far from lethargic, I know you hate it I'll just keep on sparking sh** like the 4th of July And sparring, spit swords through your heart everytime Electrocute you with cords and your chords bore and got me snoring, I'm scoring and ignoring anyone that stand in my sight, alright? [Hook] I ain't just gonna slide through the side Imma leave the mic just nice and ripe And slice and dice anyone that wanna stand it my sight Them tracks will tan, but flows colder then ice Got be the bask in the limelight Cause there ain't a lot of cliche these days, am I right? I write with more then 5 knives Knaves be living in the caves, I be in the sky All the time, I try to be polite But I'm sicker than your average [Verse 2] Hooks hit you from the right like John Frazier Blast you with lasers later, I ain't gone cater These thesis's shock relics like a taser Is you just rapping for the relish or the praise or? But this is devilish, or hella hellish But won't sell it, just let people feel it and let it rip em to shreds Don't spread your legs just cause he's closer to the bread, cause he gone turn his head When you want cash and give him s** Next to the n***as that ain't up for the test Better start studying, right now you got an F Step up your game, you ain't got nothing to gain And this is to all the lames that won't stay in their lane Don't crave to be something you ain't Stay real with your gang. Don't aim to be a gang star Keep a small circle of friends people will hurt you in the end People fake for pete's sake they hate looking through a peep hole, I'm a pupil Hook] I ain't just gonna slide through the side Imma leave the mic just nice and ripe And slice and dice anyone that wanna stand it my sight Them tracks will tan, but flows colder then ice Got be the bask in the limelight Cause there ain't a lot of cliche these days, am I right? I write with more then 5 knives Knaves be living in the caves, I be in the sky All the time, I try to be polite But I'm sicker than your average