Observer A - The Siccness Cypher lyrics

[Intro] Uh Yeah, so I'm a role model... You wanna song? Here's a f**ing song... [Verse One] Don't be intimidated, I know you heard of me k**ed in my dream, who the f** was sent to murder me? A mental murder disease, complexion heard of the steez Some s** that burns up your knees, all you need But is it that simple? Cause I need tree too The good sh**, man it got me hearin' hebrew And if I need brew, I'll call anybody Cause in my area, I'm loved by everybody Through my life I was always in trouble Couldn't pa** gym cla**, asked my teacher to tussle He was beeping on muscle, so I f**ed his a** up And then I woke up, like f** I'm ga**ed up Sometimes I see dudes gettin' on proper height Coulda done more damage with a gun or a knife But you ballin' alright, I see its all to be trife If I take mine away, it's only one life Yo I'm done right [Verse Two] Ch-Check it out, I'm in that eastside of pittsburgh My steak gives me a stomach ache, key-lime for dessert The drank that you're having has your b**h a** laughing I heard voices in my head all the time tellin' me stab him But who or what could be inside my mental? Can't blame anyone but me, I had parental Guidance, but I never coincided Always did my best but f** it I don't need to be f**ing trying Feelings are natural, tendencies are schizophrenic You know intense paranoia's making me panic He's gonna k** you, is that what his emotions said I better react first before I'm dead But maybe he's my friend, better chill the f** out Don't you ever judge what comes out a crazy mans mouth When I look at my people, I don't feel sympathy On my knees, asking god what he did to me In the rap songs I'm ill but in life I'm sick I look at woman and these voices say s** my dick [Verse Three] I'm monumental, my souls seen the graveyard My heart be cold to damage, my conscious stay hard I got the brain of a genius, from Jamaica to Venus I be makin' em see us, Telescopes and arenas For a better view, look at what the cheddar do Throwing W's, Adam I can smell the booze It's on my breath, I live to the d**h And die when I die, Still I try not to cry Young Socrates clocking these philosophies Then you wonder why your girlfriend stay stocking me It's all giving by the gods from above Whether they plural or singular I don't give a f** Since a young age I knew that I felt a higher presence Maybe thats the sh** that gets me through my adolescence But now its all changing, b**hes wanna bang and People love my music its in the minds of strangers And they be listening and loving it too In a world full of hate but I got love for the crew You gotta couple fly b**hes they can f** with us too You ain't even gotta catch up (ketchup), I must've (mustard) just moved