The Ill Spoken - How Sick Am I lyrics

As we keep it movin', How High: The Mixtape
The Ill Spoken shit, Rated R, Diggz shit
Can we get the whole Pittsburgh
The whole Jersey ()
'Bout to hit this right quick
Yo, bump that shit, homie
Ayo, B
Why don't we just get on this right quick?
(Yessir, Haha) Can we get the fireman?
They ain't know, The Ill Spoken, Pittsburgh
Pennsylvania can we get the whole East
End Empire up in here? (yeah) Big Will

(Ayo, let's get it) Somebody wave ya hands
We rap while the DJ play the jams
(That's right)
They ain't tellin' me I ain't the man
So keep 'em up 'til they feel
Like they was made of sa (Ah)
(Ayo, let's get it) Somebody wave ya hands
We rap while the DJ play the j (Ah)
(Ayo, let's get it) Somebody wave ya hands
We rap while the DJ play the jams
(Ayo, let's get it) Somebody wave ya hands
We rap while the DJ play the jams
(That's right)
They ain't tellin' me I ain't the man
So keep 'em up 'til they feel
Like they was made of sand
I'm too sick with music, I ruin the 'musement
(Yep) 'Cause cats after me, well
They tend to get booed quick (Aww)
Like, "Who's this way under the age?"
I'm like, "Ha!", and lay the
Blunt on the stage, yeah
'Cause me and Beedie get ya out ya seat
I pound the beat, wake ya up out ya sleep
(Oh) when I'm back, I got mountains of weed
Blowin' trees 'til the whole
Entire crowd gets skeed, yeah
I'm happily hittin' you with rhapsody
These sick words got my
Mouth filled with cavities
That's right, you a star, I'm a galaxy
In the sky, while you sittin' on your balcony

'Cause, I ain't tryna let it pass me by
I'm tryna get up on my grind so my ass be fly
It's like, everywhere I go
They wanna ask me why yeah, yeah
'Cause, I ain't tryna let it pass me by
I'm tryna get up on my grind so my ass be fly
(Ayo, Easy Mac) it's like, everywhere I go
They wanna ask me why
(Stand the fuck up, son)

Yeah, uh, yeah, don't gotta ask me twice
Second they hear me spit, they say
"That cat be nice" (Uh, huh)
The basket's life, the height, "Bitch
You can't be white" (Nah)
Listen, I ain't got time for your bad advice
I master mics
It's worth if you ask the price
I got a, don't sleep on me, that's (yeah)
I go hard, well known, every part of the city
You ain't heard about us now, well
You oughta get with me (C'mon)
'Cause we takin' over
Float coke with bakin' soda
My money stink good, so smell the cake aroma
The wait is over, the time has come
You won't max half my sum once I've begun
Young, I get money (Get money)
Spend hunnids, get blunted
That's when I got shit if y'all want it
(Y'all want it)
For Hip-Hop, you can holla at us (Uh, huh)
And if you front, then I'm callin' ya bluff

Yeah (Motherfuckers) , yeah, Ill Spoken
That's right, Beedie (Haha)
Yessir (Not a goddamn one of you lames comin' in my way)
(yeah, what up, Mac?)

So, so, so what you know about me?
Ill Spoken hard, and these other cats lousy
Uh, we rockin' 'til the sky's gettin' cloudy
Blowin' out ya speakers 'til
The crowd gettin' rowdy (Yo)
Ayo, Beedie, let me launch this rap
Kick it old school how we
Toss it forth and back you sittin' sideways
Kinda how I sport my cap
Gettin' skeed off of trees I
Just bought this sack (Haha, yo)
I'm tryna get a
Get a Porsche in black with black rims (Yup)
Black T-shirt and black Timbs
And that's been the way we puttin' it down
Keepin' my pivot real strong with
My foot in the ground, yeah
I'm sick-sick-sicker than you bitches
Tryna get rich quick, pickin' up my digit's
And yeah, I'm with it, I'm about my cake
So when I blow I'ma drown these fakes

'Cause, I ain't tryna let it pass me by
I'm tryna get up on my grind so my ass be fly
It's like, everywhere I go
They wanna ask me why yeah, yeah
'Cause, I ain't tryna let it pass me by
I'm tryna get up on my grind so my ass be fly
It's like, everywhere I go
They wanna ask me why

Yeah the Ill Spoken, motherfuckers, 2008
How sick am I? How sick am I? yeah
The kid, y'all already know how we does it
Shit, Ill Spoken shit, uh