Wildcard - Suicide King Blues lyrics

[Verse 1: Wildcard] I'm sick of them talking I'm sick of them walking I'm sick of just giving a sh** about any and all them I'm sick of this pain, I'm sick of the anger I'm sick of just giving them sh** and not risking the danger I''m sick of these pitiful b**hes that listen to critical sh** And be twisted and vicious malicious and spitting it ridiculous Trick like magicians and wizards and wickens and whispering wishes and flipping through mystical missions and spitting meticulous ripping they a**es riddle me Venomous rap sh** Keeping my pen and my pad sh** packed like criminal stashes like when I'm thinking of pa**ion then I be getting all drastic All the adventures I've had that if any have ended in disaster Crashing down Fugitive music, I'm using it It's crucial, illusions that allude the movement Move it or lose it to music's amusing But what do you truly just do when you try to truly improve the youth and I'm taking my gun up out my holster Squeezing the trigger, I'm gone [Hook] (G.G. Scott & Wildcard): Take no prisoners Won't put no chains on me I walk out the front door I'm the suicide king And when the cops shoot me down, down, down, I just want you to know I tried the best I could (oh I tried, the best I could x3) [Verse 2: Wildcard] If I get lost, and took me a hostage I'm stuck in a store with a gun and surrounded by cops And I'm thinking no options, I'm thinking no profit I'm thinking of the people I love and the people I've lost I think about beauty I think of my momma and all the times she called me through all the drama I think of my friends, my grandpa, my father I think of the women I left and the jams that I got in Stand up and foster, be a good man to her daughter Storm will come channel the waters, making the sand of a goddess Now I've been handed narcotics, take em like antibiotics Then I be rapping in my enemies face like the hands of a boxer Venomous enemies giving me the remedies, swimming in venom Diminish the vicinity Sick to the center of vengeance They limp and implicitly mention me then I'll be pinning my venom and drivingly and living in infinity in my pain And I'm gone [Hook] (G.G. Scott & Wildcard): Take no prisoners Won't put no chains on me I walk out the front door I'm the suicide king And when the cops shoot me down, down, down, I just want you to know I tried the best I could (oh I tried, the best I could x3)