Sick Thoughts Song

Aiiyo grav, aiiyo grav wake up man

Aiiyo grav bee, wake up nigga

Yo! grav what the fuck is goin' on man?!

What the fuck man?! why is this nigga shakin' like that?!

Aiiyo wassup with this nigga's eyes yo!

Aiiyo somethin' wrong with grav yo!

Aiiyo! *intelligible dialog* grav nigga

Yo! this nigga's shakin' yo!

Yo! grav! what the fuck bee?!

Wake the fuck up nigga!

Aiiyo! somethin' wrong with grav!

Somethin' wrong with grav!

Verse one:

Now often goes me like yo! here goes

That ox again sucking up all the oxygen from earth

Givin' birth to phat styles so hide when i release my carbon dioxide

Detrimental to your health, tonic makes flesh bubble and boil

Fools quote in coils

So now they're strong on a power that's god

Lay in hardly any other can fathom

Watch me gather 'em up

In my congregation they'll be no hesitation

In my nation's reservation

That means i begin the mutating of a lyrical terror

All wack shit will get severed

Brain cells be in the process of amputation

All cerebral penetration must cease

I release a form of verbal death that by far

Will leave your whole mental scared

Chorus:

Sick thoughts on my mind x 7

With no self control

Verse two:

I have tendencies to make wack mcs' backbones break, bend

As my rap style ascends

We can rip limb from limb

Body parts get severed from my lyrical endeavors

We ain't all in this together

Because self-made get to top mountain peaks

While all you others stay weak

See it's survival of the fittest

So i rid dis fan of every hip-hop coal who ain't real

When punks try to get rid of me

The result is molecular instability

The outcome from a vet verses molecule

Disperse the atoms split from adoption

So now capture my dreams and jack me in the veins

Let me enter your blood stream

Kid i watch your head swell

As the game gets hard and i bombard your brain cells

See my prediction of the mental constriction

Is the restriction of train of thought have you in your corpse

In the fact that this is real --

You say virtual reality so kid why would you battle me?

See i'm the only crowd pleaser

Your skull will finally bust and you'll catch amnesia

Friends and family you won't be remembering

I leave you comatose trembling

Bridge:

Aiiyo this nigga ain't gettin' up man

Man, yo! grav get up!

Sick thoughts on my mind

What the fuck?! stop playin' man, yo!

Fuck that shit man!

Quit pla- man fuck it get this nigga's wallet then

Sick thoughts on my mind x 2

Psychology and chemistry is my claim to fame

Mixing lyrical concoctions for the brain

Through aural intake metamorphosis starts

Veins steadily pump poison through my heart

Check my cardiological expand

Forming to be on top of then mortal man

My skin transforms into flammable gases

Everything i touch disintegrates into ashes

So surpass this, lyrical mics that melt in hands

Burning more niggaz glass jaws back to sand

Scorch in the gorge of the earth

Agriculture from these fake vulture niggaz tryin' to feed of the land

Death by cremation to those who reprimand me

Axing out clear rouge styles that's uncanny

They're scared, when ever i walk the streets

My feet leave red burnt marks on concrete

Sick thoughts on my mind <laughter>

Get up grav man

Yo! grav get up man

Aiiyo grav....

...ooh shit!

Yo! what the fuck is wrong with you man?