Ratking - Wikispeaks lyrics

[Verse 1] I got ya eyes glued open You got a eye itch, you wanna blink What you think? That ain't a wise pick That's why my friends only got like three guys left Ends only got like three five cents You wanna blow my head off? Be my guest Breathe out my soul, like in the cold you can see my breath On some next sh**, you just see my d**h Take the train everyday it's like a break from the pain Subway cars keep my heart at bay Single ride paid, they start to raise I go under, I gotta tell you I ain't got the change I got a boy play ball, he go hard in the paint I got another that write, he go hard with the paint All this sh** got me startin' to think, startin' to drink Gulp, gulp, startin' to sink A drunk mutt, that's my pedigree, it's meant to be Hennessy's the only thing that's friendly to me I'm straight New York, what a lot of y'all pretending to be Ya'll cats will feel the cuts eventually Smoke the blunts consecutively f** dogs disrespecting to me Explain the words so we can let it just be Yeah baby, let it just be I let the evil enter my soul to get that legal tender To get that tender illegal booty, seeing splendor Too much sh** on my mind, no time for Jesus' agenda Beating my dick's the only way of beating my temper I just leave it to pleasure to relieve all my pressure I'm just a sh**ty toy, can't put the pieces together Check, check, just a sh**ty toy [Hook] n***as gotta peep the way I speak I hit my peak, hittin' L's 'til I sleep Sippin' 40's 'til shorties forget that Wiki's sweet Kicked out the crib, roam the city streets Think I'm pretty weak cause I've seen some sh**ty weeks It's about time Wiki speaks It's about time Wiki freaks [Verse 2] I'm just tryin' to spit, can I, can I, can I? Damn I feel like Jay-Z in '96 Man I feel like ODB in '93 Am I even an '04 Ye? Girlies ain't my forte, sip 40s for days All day find me walkin' down Broadway Broads hate on my broad ways Everything I do they call fake Everything I do dope they call fate Pause, wait, chill Me, myself, and I go in on everything that the God makes But God's fake, I gotta say I caught a break If hell was real, I'd be on my way I don't bag b**hes, I drag b**hes and bag critics Tie 'em up and then spit it Smack any piglet that gives me a damn ticket Get it? Seen wreckin' every seen section's C section Any b**h that seems pregnant Just a teen getting Some sh** out his head and Some sh** out his chest And his face, ugh, pop pimples Clumsy kid, drop cymbals Drop symbols every time I got a pencil Every time I rock simple, sling shot's to cops' temple Cop temple's off the devil Sold my soul, at least I've still got the mental [Hook] [Verse 3] Manhattan Africans' with Gucci, kufis matchin' Truly rappin' to ruggishly bootie's Giuli's baggin' Clean up the city? Need to clean up Wiki's act then Clean up Wiki's a** and I'll let then you catch him That sh** ain't hapennin', nah Motherf**er do you realize what a craftin'...f** it Ma**acre the public, ain't a master of the subject But I go in hard though, I ain't flaccid when I'm f**in' Raw, I ain't maskin' up the munchkin MSG Carmelo, now we dappin' when he dunkin' MSG, that's the sh** that they package in my dumplings Said I'm stuck in New York, stuck rappin' in a dungeon Well I'm really lovin' all the action in this dungeon Ain't leavin' 'til I'm runnin' every faction of this dungeon Five boroughs my boroughs, laughin' at a**umptions Feel like four or five 'bout to get a**ed out in corruption Gettin' paid, but can't get me nothin' except to get my nut in There ain't no way in hell that a paper can get me blunted Keep budgin', keep pushin' Pencils and pennies down under my cushion, while n***as keep lookin' Over my head, they sure ain't heard the sh** that I said I go to bed thinkin' about the sh** that I dread Wake up sticky, at least I didn't sh** in my bed Wiki speaks though Wiki sleeps, I flipped it instead [Hook]