raw and uncut
i eat beats for breakfast lunch and dinner . . .
hmm curiouser and curiouser
some people say i look blue like i'm comming down with a flu.
bad attitude, altered mood, maybe simply just rude.
fuck the world, i'm hibernating all through the fall.
i'm screening my calls because i'm sick of it all.
from politics to chicks that's dicks and head trips.
my minds about to flip, i'm sick at writing this script.
cannabis high keeps my head above it all.
i'm down beneath the the dirt, underground and raw.
stock piling ammo, can food and camo.
watching a-team and re-runs of rambo.
damn bro i got the guns for sure.
but i'm sick of laws that keep my clip capacity low.
and i'm sick of telemarketers always calling my home.
so i unload a full clip on my cordless phone.
now i'm sick of everybody so just leave me alone.
i'm fucking sick of everything making a mess of my dome.
i get sick of isolation, need to learn to use some patience.
but i'm sick of wasting time and i'm sick of just waiting."ever get the feeling that everything in america is completely
fucked up. sick of this bullshit. you know that feeling, the
whole country is like, one inch away from saying, that's it,
forget it"hey it's me, having a job just for the medical perks.
i'm feeling sick today, i think i'll call in sick to work.
i'm not sick mentally, glued to the t.v.
sick of my memories and twisted realities.
at times i'm sick of masterbating, hating sick of being single.
but my stomach gets sick with butterflys when i mingle.
even sick of contemplating, sick of not meditating.
if i owned a six-four, it would be sick with datons.
slow motions make sick, i'm quick at driving when i go.
sick with this road rage on highway five-o.
i'm sick of being spearhead, sick of being railroaded.
they'll all know that i'm sick when my forty-fives loaded.
always one up in the chamber cause my middle name is danger.
sick of people looking stange, i'm sick of being a stranger.
if i get sick of the ruger, then i just switch to the glock.
i'm sick of corrupt cops they don't knock they get got.
dead sick of video games that brainwash and make you dumber.
so i'll do like g.t.a but steal a car like spyhunter.
i get sick of everyday, dropping loot on mary jane.
my next plan consist of mainly dirt, sun and rain.
with respect to mother earth, giving birth to my crops.
and i'm sick up in the lab making these beats that drop.
the lack of hip hop makes me sick like a junkies withdrawls.
what's sick is being lower class, while the rich make the laws.
it's fucking sick that politicians are so smug with thier act.
i get so sick, i'd like to beat them all down with a bat.
and i won't stop until i break everyone of them bones.
but now i'm sick of this rap and i just want to get stoned.
