Sinsez - Nick Wiz

Thought sporadic, psycho addict to mic booths

Short yet stout dreadlock that came to turn the party out

Been on the scene, now all the politics done set me back

Open up your mind, and I’ma tap your skull with ‘nough rap

Cerebral hemorrhaging is what you’re experiencing

The antidote for what you’re needing is my proceeding.

Ha!

You think you’re hot shit, the pilot in the cockpit?

You’re entering enemy airspace that’s hazardous to your existence

I got my shit locked down, no move-faking

I’m bringing home the greens and, yo, they’re seasoned without bacon.

If you’r

A user, then I’ma lose ya—you ain’t fooling m

Just pass the cloud nine smoke that brings the cool in me

No wool is, G. Just going over your mental eulogy

Sinsez/Sin' says you’ll get your brain whipped when I come with it

Your cypher small—now watch me bounce it off a brick wall

Another customer, a billion served like hors d’oeuvres.

What’s

The word, nigga?

Thoughts be traveling a mile a minute ‘cause I’m

In it to win it like the pennant, so just spin it if you

Got it in your crate.

I hate suckers who be zoning out

I wanna hear my shit primetime—that's what I’m talking ‘bout

Sinsez/Sin' says, «Throw your hands in the air, yeah!»

Sinsez/Sin' says, «There's wack rappers everywhere!»

(Sinister Voicez)

Sinsez/Sin' says, «We got treats from the streets, yo!»

(Sinister Voicez)

Sinsez/Sin' says, «We're dropping jewels on these beats» (Sinister Voicez)

Guess who’s back to black max with the fat raps?

You’re used to hearing from a nigga, so I figured you had

The munchies from them blunts you’re smoking, I’ll have you choking.

It’s

The lethal, kid—I ain’t joking.

Ayyo, don’t you

Know who I am?

The nigga with the old God damn

Type of funk.

Punk, that ass is lunch, no doubt

I got the rough, rugged, accurate, immaculate, rip shit

Forwards and backwards with my rhyme tactics.

It’s automatic

Like a TEC you’ll sweat.

Did you forget I’m a vet?

Banging heads and leaving girls soaking wet.

No

Threats are necessary, no need to talk—just

Watch where you walk or you might get caught

Downright dirty

Like a mechanic jumpsuit, I thump loops

Like boxers in the ring doing their thing for mad loot—truth

You slipped up.

Fist up defend ya, end, and amend the chaos

The world is madness.

Tell me: can I pass this test?

Yes!

I’ve been put on this Earth to rock

Some verses, time keeps slipping, but I’ll be catching it

By the tail, dragging his face in the dirt for starters, finishing

Him off like crippled racehorses—who the boss is?

Sinsez/Sin' says, «Throw your hands in the air, yeah!»

Sinsez/Sin' says, «There's wack rappers everywhere!»

(Sinister Voicez)

Sinsez/Sin' says, «We got treats from the streets, yo!»

(Sinister Voicez)

Sinsez/Sin' says, «We drop jewels on these beats» (Sinister Voicez)

I drop

Rhymes and degrees deeper than the seven seas

These lyrics be bringing death to scrub emcees

A hundred thousand calories of funk, it’s fat

Must be them kids from Sinsez doing that

Niggas be like, «Wow!»

‘cause my style be like, «Blao!»

In your face, nigga.

Now how you figure you was nicer

My capabilities exceed imagination.

You must

Be basing.

My presentation’s breathtaking, you’re faking

Demonstrations are frustrating.

I’m nutting

On beats, you’re suffering from castration.

Adversaries

I be facing be wasting conversation

Niggas we’re beating with that bullshit they be kicking

I’ll write classics like Dickens, I’m sticking competition with

A dab of my gab, suckers been getting bagged like, «Paper

Or plastic?»

I’m getting drastic in this rap shit

You’ll get that ass kicked, my style’s fantastic

Sinsez/Sin' says, «Throw your hands in the air, yeah!»

Sinsez/Sin' says, «There's wack rappers everywhere!»

(Sinister Voicez)

Sinsez/Sin' says, «…treats from the streets, yo!»

(Sinister Voicez)

Sinsez/Sin' says, «We drop jewels on these beats» (Sinister Voicez)

Sinsez/Sin' says, «Throw your hands in the air, yeah!»

Sinsez/Sin' says, «There's wack rappers everywhere!»

(Sinister Voicez)

Sinsez/Sin' says, «We got treats from the streets, yo!»

(Sinister Voicez)

Sinsez/Sin' says, «We drop jewels on these beats» (Sinister Voicez)