No Words Left
Yeah
It's Sick By Nature
Eastwick shit
Know what I'm saying?
Look
I'm,
Too busy focus on trying to be the dopest
In the land of hopeless, guns poking, smoking, leave your head bust open
Bottle my emotions when I'm going through the most shit
Then they wonder why I be ghosting, ain't no time for rats and roaches
I'm running laps hoping that I keep up with the motion
And not collapse underneath the surface trying to find purpose
Like who's worth it? Who's a blessing? Who's the curse is?
Plus the lord I worshipped made me perfect writing verses
But don't get it confused I raise hell so smell the fumes
It's Kill Kev, get in tuned, a real bad looking dude
But still smooth with the grooves, still ripping through ya crew
Still gripping stainless tools to leave ya brainless fools
I'm making room to self improve and dropping jewels
Or being rude giving sonic dooms sounding like atomic boom
My style like exotic shrooms or that chronic residue
Or that alcoholic booze that you consume
Look, I'ma paint the picture clear, I ain't rap in a year
That's just me being sincere cause my mind ain't been clear
Yo I try to write my fears or something that you can feel
Give you chills, something real to build but I stay still
I can't come up with shit, how am I supposed to get
My dreams to come legit and quit this shit I'm in?
I'ma be on Funk Flex, Five Fingers of Death
Desperately do it the best, definitely I'm twisting necks
Fuck a standardized test, I'll leave you petrified, yes
See I'm finna rise next to neutralize any threat
Utilize a sniper's breath so I shoot him in the chest
And leave a bloody mess, yo it can't be nothing less
I'm possessed, I'm obsessed with all the time I invest
You can bet, I perfect till there's no words left, word
Till there's no words left
Yeah I do the most but I do it most def
Motherfucka
It's Sick By Nature
Eastwick shit
Know what I'm saying?
It's Sick By Nature
Eastwick shit
Know what I'm saying?
Look
I'm,
Too busy focus on trying to be the dopest
In the land of hopeless, guns poking, smoking, leave your head bust open
Bottle my emotions when I'm going through the most shit
Then they wonder why I be ghosting, ain't no time for rats and roaches
I'm running laps hoping that I keep up with the motion
And not collapse underneath the surface trying to find purpose
Like who's worth it? Who's a blessing? Who's the curse is?
Plus the lord I worshipped made me perfect writing verses
But don't get it confused I raise hell so smell the fumes
It's Kill Kev, get in tuned, a real bad looking dude
But still smooth with the grooves, still ripping through ya crew
Still gripping stainless tools to leave ya brainless fools
I'm making room to self improve and dropping jewels
Or being rude giving sonic dooms sounding like atomic boom
My style like exotic shrooms or that chronic residue
Or that alcoholic booze that you consume
Look, I'ma paint the picture clear, I ain't rap in a year
That's just me being sincere cause my mind ain't been clear
Yo I try to write my fears or something that you can feel
Give you chills, something real to build but I stay still
I can't come up with shit, how am I supposed to get
My dreams to come legit and quit this shit I'm in?
I'ma be on Funk Flex, Five Fingers of Death
Desperately do it the best, definitely I'm twisting necks
Fuck a standardized test, I'll leave you petrified, yes
See I'm finna rise next to neutralize any threat
Utilize a sniper's breath so I shoot him in the chest
And leave a bloody mess, yo it can't be nothing less
I'm possessed, I'm obsessed with all the time I invest
You can bet, I perfect till there's no words left, word
Till there's no words left
Yeah I do the most but I do it most def
Motherfucka
It's Sick By Nature
Eastwick shit
Know what I'm saying?
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Writer(s): Kill Kev
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