(Verse 2:Sick Jacken) Shall gangsters on the curb A rap meant to street vengeance Hieroglyphs on the wall tell who leave fences That's why we lost angels feel like we need penance Right there on Union between seven, deep tendance While life is short but d**h is endless ???????????????????????????????????? Heart cold like New-York winters That's why we walk with heat Temperature drops as you work on triggers I've been Master of Ceremonies You can give it on me I got soul cause i deal with spirit only You wanna f** with this ?Bring it on me I got a mark of Sick, platoon ink the brand on me Whole Sick Side hangin' on me My brother paralyze but we got movement to carry homie My rhyme rebellion is mind ghrelin My pin fame drip venom in to lines That telling-street life is to see the light Scenes of light We got harmony with scenes i write The only peace is that one on my head The one that i spit with My words are bullets and audio clips The streets are filled with radios cliques I don't know how we exist We are in food chain on top of the list You're eyes blind just choke design art with rhyme My words are gospel of violent time