the freedom, out of our words Got me thinking, could it get any worse Who can save this sick world? SICK WORLD We can't save this sick world!
freedom, out of our words Got me thinking, could it get any worse Who can save this sick world? SICK WORLD We can't save this sick world!
there tatoo Blow their back too, I'm popular Put the glock to ya Empower ya, in fact You won't believe it 'till you don't get your shit back Yo luckily
the game, which means I'm off the chain The flow's insane, you hear me coming through your bang You can catch me in the turning lane, in an all terrain
other Cause I'm sick of them all How can't you see something's missing Is anyone listening We're shooting up flares Does anyone care They got this world
I tell you) [VERSE 6: D-Loc] Rich, I'm in the game, man, all about stackin Rollin with the posse at night but I'm packin Can't turn my back for niggas
then deny it like Mariah Fast forward to '06, Im still on fire The world is still turning, my records are still earnin' Dough come quicker and quicker, flow gets sicker and sicker
t tight, cause all you do is COPY (riiight?) [Esoteric Talkin] Huh... Copybite... Now you go home... write as many raps as you want... but you can't turn back
course/ to get some money from him/ must have been funny to him/ well not for us/ got tough/Daily/ weekly/ yearly/failing/ to pick up slack/ I got sick
is sick this rhythm's ridiculous arhythamatic arhythamaticulas this rhythm is sick this rhythm's ridiculous arhythametic tic tic tic arhythamatic arhythamaticulas this rhythm is sick sick sick
the carrot I had slipped out of my hands Beat the leaderhorse there's blood on the track Your values were never my friends I phone in sick I will never go back
Take this key To a world ruled by your hands Rebuild your mighty throne Upon your world Hell unleashed evil is free Baptized in flames The world is Satan
this key To a world ruled by your hands Rebuild your mighty throne Upon your world Hell unleashed evil is free Baptized in flames The world is Satan's
us is hostile. Fortunate for me it coincides with what comes natural, so the mongrels that I run with turn the 'fuck you's into fast food. Like a little freak sick
world Sometimes can't even trust ya own girl Gotta stand here and face my fears Ain't gonna shed no more tears I started younger than most, got turned
.K.-S.W.I.F.T.): AK with an AK, Swift Running down my trigger finger Murder's on my mind and sherm's made my sick dots swinga The voice in the back
fi globalize di world wid di americanization uncle son Barry Johnny inna Vietnam dem waan go Barry Johnny again inna Afganistan America call back your soldiers America move wey from Africa America call back
granted. Suddenly gone. Hole in your world. And you can tell where I once was. I'm never coming back into this sick world of apathy. Although it's never
