Sicilian Spit
08-30-07, 02:06 AM
I'll outwrite anybody I'm an outright boss
I'll lay any body out for the right cost
And if I invade ya party then that's one fight lost
But I make friends of enemies so ya'll might cross
Over to my side, I glide, sicker than AIDS
Not a good combo when you give me liquor and blades
Don't confuse me for a cracker or a hick, i got fade
On a sack, and wow, look at how quick I got paid
You played yaself thinkin that you down wit me
Got that Immortal Technique, and I'm rather unique
I'm a freak on the mic and even worse wit a pen
I blend in wit Nikes as I righteously sin
Again and again, or better yet on-n-on-n
Hit bytches, hit switches, hit dudes without warnin
But I'm constantly mournin cuz mine's a lost cause
I'll never change the world for the better, it's got flaws
That are irrevocable, but weed is smokeable
I puff on it and dream about bytches thats unchokeable
Strokeable cuz these are my favorite hobbies
F*ck, smoke, sleep, and watch as you try to lobby your agenda
Harder than workin a hacienda
I'm a stubborn motherf*cker and often I get men to
Spill their heart but I know from the start
That I'm smarter than these fools my views'll never depart
From their current position, no flip-floppin or switchin
And did I mention I don't see the point to havin' ambition?
Yes this some dark sh*t, I twist and spark sh*t
If I see a nark, split, drive fast and park it
In an abandoned alley, it's ya man from Cali
You can't tally my bytches they all resemble Halle
Berry, Berry I'm quite contrary but how does my garden grow?
With dro and chronic that make my flow demonic and leaves these weak rappers fiendin for mo'.
Get at me son! Who spit harder than me?
I'll lay any body out for the right cost
And if I invade ya party then that's one fight lost
But I make friends of enemies so ya'll might cross
Over to my side, I glide, sicker than AIDS
Not a good combo when you give me liquor and blades
Don't confuse me for a cracker or a hick, i got fade
On a sack, and wow, look at how quick I got paid
You played yaself thinkin that you down wit me
Got that Immortal Technique, and I'm rather unique
I'm a freak on the mic and even worse wit a pen
I blend in wit Nikes as I righteously sin
Again and again, or better yet on-n-on-n
Hit bytches, hit switches, hit dudes without warnin
But I'm constantly mournin cuz mine's a lost cause
I'll never change the world for the better, it's got flaws
That are irrevocable, but weed is smokeable
I puff on it and dream about bytches thats unchokeable
Strokeable cuz these are my favorite hobbies
F*ck, smoke, sleep, and watch as you try to lobby your agenda
Harder than workin a hacienda
I'm a stubborn motherf*cker and often I get men to
Spill their heart but I know from the start
That I'm smarter than these fools my views'll never depart
From their current position, no flip-floppin or switchin
And did I mention I don't see the point to havin' ambition?
Yes this some dark sh*t, I twist and spark sh*t
If I see a nark, split, drive fast and park it
In an abandoned alley, it's ya man from Cali
You can't tally my bytches they all resemble Halle
Berry, Berry I'm quite contrary but how does my garden grow?
With dro and chronic that make my flow demonic and leaves these weak rappers fiendin for mo'.
Get at me son! Who spit harder than me?