Outerspace, Sick Jacken, Abidiel - Anointing of the Sick lyrics

Let's go! Space Pyscho Realm shit
I know ya'll hating!

Soy un boxeador de la calle, tira y no falles
Puede ser que mi veneno te desmaye
Lo de vivir en la calle es
El detalle para hacerlo como yo
Para hacerlo como yo será mejor que ensayes

Yo, I called Sick Jacken and told
That nigga I'm sick of rapping
He told me to find all the
Hatahs plan and get the clapping
I'm sick of yapping I told
Cynic let's get the mashing
We on the flight to LA
Squeaking in the ratchets
Security on me like it's 9
11, you betta find the Reverend
Call your fam up and try to find a blessing
No time for stressing only maculate versions
You niggas bitching put your tampons
Back in your purses
Shit, if Psycho betta buck down
We matching the wages
We collide wit the unit and put
It back in your faces
Nigga, back to the basics
I'm lacing my Chuck Taylors
Who proposed to the game
Now I'm getting my tux tailored
I treat every stage like the Garden of Eden
I'm the serpent in the trees
That'll stop you from breathing
The vocal, pato loco from Illadel to Acapulco
The local is locked time to lick
A shot to rock the global

And I read the puto thru
My recital it's suicidal
Accu cycle banks so heavy that we ruin idols
And I ain't fucking wit this new arrivals
Man I been leaking off and on since
The days of the unit rhinos
You rival the pussy I'm cocky they push me
I'm vynl who said
There ain't no future for minor whino
I wanna leave shit stained in the rap game
So I got a sick as clique
Wit the wrath of Kane
You know the name Psycho's run
It like it's nutting mayne
Where the million bald heads
Looking like fucking gangs
Worldwide symphony killing spree
Wit a guillotine
The shit is getting sick after clicking
Up wit the Philly team
My heroin rap keeps stem going
Back for the trap i tap a vein
Jacks is the insane brain of the camp
We run shit like when Hussein reigned
It's the art of execution and
We shoot you sane

Soy un boxeador de la calle, tira y no falles
Puede ser que mi veneno te desmaye
Lo de vivir en la calle es
El detalle para hacerlo como yo
Para hacerlo como yo será mejor que ensayes

Yeah, you can still catch me
Out in the streets, blazed up
You know we deep and keep running them up
I try to chill so we put the guns down
But the streets got us by the balls
Shit, it's hard not to gun out
Police keep hunting us down, they after me
Fucking swine
They ain't got nutting to offer me
We pirates in all black, bagged wit big gats
If they want some we can
Leave 'em rightfully stance
So that's what the fucks up (What's that?)
I keep wilding like I don't travel about
The world getting my cocked sucked
I try to cool out, my goons go out
They repping that shit
The SS gun and burn down the house
Take ova the place
We here for good, the shit could get scary
Like 2012 we just ain't ready
We all need to learn not
Sit around ready to die
Fuck that, we gonna replenish the Earth

We spit a venomous verse your
Head will just burst
From Pekoe to Puerto Rico
We protecting our turf
So be easy you're dealing wit Made-men
Who do dirt dolo and lyrically spray gems
Digital mayhem thru the G-5 and monitors
Rhyme writ, hieroglyph you can't follow 'em
Mind spit designed sick, I start marketing
Mic booth set on fire, who let the arson in?
Your man got a froggy feeling
You betta talk to 'em
Pipe bomb filled wit glass
To leave 'em sparkling
Right psalms build to last watch
Me inside of them
Vomiting, street crash you faggots modeling
You run way bitch, walk I keep 'em wobbling
That gun play let you talk
Who keeps you swallowing
Blood mugs filled to the top
It don't belong to him
That's why they're raising their arms
Singing the song wit him

Soy un boxeador de la calle, tira y no falles
Puede ser que mi veneno te desmaye
Lo de vivir en la calle es
El detalle para hacerlo como yo
Para hacerlo como yo será mejor que ensayes