ICIV - SICK Lyrics

Panoramic view, observation from all sides
I'm wise, spotting haters plotting on my demise
I devise my plan don a disguise, hit these motherf*ckers when they asleep and yell surprise
I told you once before I'm in high demand
Just like the need for water down in the motherland
You better scram, here comes the man
Kamikaze just like Japan
With the pen in his hand
He's lethal, drop an atom bomb on your people
These metaphors be evil, you less than shit you fecal
These motherf*ckers are simple
Just like addition precision I hit em with my diction
And watch em get popped like pimples
Temples get eradicated for worshipping false idols
Entitled to be the one to guide you to a soul revival
It's vital to follow the icon, strike like a python
I keep the mics hot, like sands in Iran
Never run from danger, well acquainted with my anger
Try to cultivate my peace, not afraid to help a stranger
But don't push me I'm living right on the edge
The B.S. needs addressed
Sicker than most I put the pen to the pad
Don't be mad, this brothers got the gift of gab
It's been hidden, for way to long you better listen
Everyone all around I'm tired of living in a prison
Sicker than most I put the pen to the pad
Don't be mad, this brothers got the gift of gab
It's been hidden, for way to long you better listen
Everyone all around I'm tired of living in a prison
Sicker than most I put the pen to the pad
Don't be mad, this brothers got the gift of gab
It's been hidden, for way to long you better listen
Everyone all around I'm tired of living in a prison
Sicker than most I put the pen to the pad
Don't be mad, this brothers got the gift of gab
It's been hidden, for way to long you better listen
Everyone all around I'm tired of living in a prison
I'm sick
Now chill and lay back while I operate your mental
Instrumentals crack the glass while I roll through residentials
Presidentials press my pockets
Profits raising as I rock this
Couldn't stop it if I wanted, no no pausing my potential
I wanna be the one to open up the orbital sockets
A prophet, is not accepted in his hometown
Or city, stay witty when I recognize resistance
Lean into your pain, use my music for assistance,
I'm smooth like silk, vocals warmer than a quilt
Grab the mic by the hilt, now the beats been killed
Pressures been applied I come to exorcise
The demons inside your mind
Don't put up no fight
I'm gonna chill, and just do my thing
I bring the black rain to emcees that can't respect the name
Or the game, untamed like a lion out his cage
Out for respect no longer the fame
I be the surgeon, when situations dire
A gun for hire, don't call me sir call me sire
So much negativity on earth, some would rather hate than work, what's it worth
I don't know, but you reap what you sow
I'm kicking down doors, and on to the next show
Sicker than most I put the pen to the pad
Don't be mad, this brothers got the gift of gab
It's been hidden, for way to long you better listen
Everyone all around I'm tired of living in a prison
Sicker than most I put the pen to the pad
Don't be mad, this brothers got the gift of gab
It's been hidden, for way to long you better listen
Everyone all around I'm tired of living in a prison
Sicker than most I put the pen to the pad
Don't be mad, this brothers got the gift of gab
It's been hidden, for way to long you better listen
Everyone all around I'm tired of living in a prison
Sicker than most I put the pen to the pad
Don't be mad, this brothers got the gift of gab
It's been hidden, for way to long you better listen
Everyone all around I'm tired of living in a prison
I'm sick