Outerspace - Anointing of the Sick lyrics

[Intro] Let's go! Space Pyscho Realm sh** I know ya'll hating! [Hook x2 - Abidiel] Soy un boxeador de la calle, tira y no falles Puede ser que mi veneno te desmaye Lo de vivir en la calle es el detalle para hacerlo como yo Para hacerlo como yo será mejor que ensayes [Planetary] Yo, I called Sick Jacken and told that n***a I'm sick of rapping He told me to find all the hatahs plan and get the clapping I'm sick of yapping I told Cynic let's get the mashing We on the flight to LA squeaking in the ratchets Security on me like its 9/11, you betta find the Reverend Call your fam up and try to find a blessing No time for stressing only maculate versions You n***as b**hing put your tampons back in your purses sh**, if Psycho betta buck down we matching the wages We collide wit the unit and put it back in your faces n***a, back to the basics, I'm lacing my Chuck Taylors Who proposed to the game, now I'm getting my tux tailored I treat every stage like the Garden of Eden I'm the serpent in the trees that'll stop you from breathing The vocal, pato loco from Illadel to Acapulco The local is locked; time to lick a shot to rock the global [Sick Jacken] And I read the puto thru my recital it's suicidal Accu cycle banks so heavy that we ruin idols And I ain't f**ing wit this new arrivals Man I been leaking off and on since the days of the unit rhinos You rival the p**y I'm co*ky they push me I'm vynl who said, there ain't no future for minor whino I wanna leave sh** stained in the rap game So I got a sick as clique wit the wrath of Kane You know the name Psycho's run it like its nutting mayne Where the million bald heads looking like f**ing gangs Worldwide symphony k**ing spree wit a guillotine The sh** is getting sick after clicking up wit the Philly team My h**n rap keeps stem going back for the trap I tap a vein, Jacks is the insane brain of the camp We run sh** like when Hussein reigned It's the art of execution and we shoot you sane [Hook] [Duke] Yeah, you can still catch me out in the streets, blazed up You know we deep and keep running them up I try to chill so we put the guns down But the streets got us by the balls sh**, it's hard not to gun out Police keep hunting us down, they after me f**ing swine, they ain't got nutting to offer me We pirates in all black, bagged wit big gats If they want some we can leave 'em rightfully stance So that's what the f**s up (What's that?) I keep wilding like I don't travel about the world getting my co*ked s**ed I try to cool out, my goons go out, they repping that sh** The SS gun and burn down the house, take ova the place We here for good, the sh** could get scary Like 2012 we just ain't ready We all need to learn not sit around ready to die f** that, we gonna replenish the Earth [Crypt the Warchild] We spit a venomous verse your head will just burst From Pekoe to Puerto Rico we protecting our turf So be easy you're dealing wit Made-men Who do dirt dolo and lyrically spray gems Digital mayhem thru the G-5 and monitors Rhyme writ, hieroglyph you can't follow 'em Mind spit designed sick, I start marketing Mic booth set on fire, who let the arson in? Your man got a froggy feeling you betta talk to 'em Pipe bomb filled wit gla** to leave 'em sparkling Right psalms build to last watch me inside of them Vomiting, street crash you f*ggots modeling You run way b**h, walk I keep 'em wobbling That gun play let you talk who keeps you swallowing Blood mugs filled to the top it don't belong to him That's why they're raising their arms singing the song wit him [Hook]