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rebel xd - pandemic lyrics

pandemic

i’m too ill – i’m too sick

verse 1 rebel xd
yo i’m a guy with a sl1ck brain, now let me explain
when i spit game that it’ll hit with a big bang
and when a spliff gets flamed then i’m ma hit jane
like rick james, was my mother f-ckin’ nick name
and it’s plain and simple that when i go with a tempo and flow
you know that i’m ma be dope on my cuts
and you would think that i had p-ssed these hoes
and dudes a bag of pistachios
with the way that they be holding my nuts
and i’m abolishing wacks with astonishing raps
that’ll complement tracks, in fact
these hacks couldn’t follow my act
even if they had got them an atlas, a comp-ss and map
and tried to match t-t for tat the tactics, that i spit
when my raps hit the tracks quick, as if, my lyrics had tricks
like that of an acrobatic, or some active, bad kids
that were doing back flips from up off of the mattress
and that mixed with a little bit of madness
and magic and mathematics
for calculating the data that i got ta add
up into all of my raps and beats
cos when i be making each master piece, or rap cl-ssic
i’m making them far surp-ss average, these trash rappers
they try to snap like this, but i’d bet them lames suck
even if they set they xbox on top of a stair master
they still wouldn’t be able to step their games up
they’re sleeping upon this, it’s like they counting sheep
up under they sheets in pajamas
but at least it’ll be keeping them honest
in believing that they weak and they’re harmless
and keeping them peeping
that when i be speaking that heat i’m the hottest
like when the heat peaks in nevada
so keep trying to bring that beef and that drama
and you’ll get eaten alive like you’ve just reached the bahamas
and you was eating mc donalds while deep in the water
that was full of man eating piranhas!

if there’s a cure for this, i don’t want it (x3)

verse 2 rebel xd
yo with these lyrics that i be speaking i’m a beast
and i’m ma feast upon this beat
and eat it like a piece of red meat
in fact, i’ll k!ll this track so bad
that i’m ma have it like a baby’s dad when i’m done
because it’ll become a dead beat
when i’m rocking i’m going off like an alarm clock
and i’m making them bombs drop non stop
and these lyrics that i spit’ll harm blocks
full of n-ggas like armed cops
who wanna sp-wn shots even up in the clam spots
and i’m making them hit rock bottom like bond stocks
that everyone drops, from when a companies funds flopped
you was once tops but then you began to become not
now you sounding like some dumb bot
and anybody who wanna try to respond -stop!
cos how can you respond -hot
when you bums got
rhymes that sounds like they come
from the mother f-ckin’ p-wn shop?!?!
ya bum clot, any rhyme that rebel’ll concoct, it’s like a gun c-cked
tis a mega ton glock coming to pump shots
making my tongue hot
and making them punks drop and i won’t stop
making them bums flop
and in the meantime when i plan lyrics and this man spit it
n0body can stand near it or put a hand in it
because i’m d-mn sick and i planned it
to cause panic to the planet and land, dig it?
it’s a pandemic!

if there’s a cure for this, i don’t want it (x3)

verse 3
now if it’s a pandemic this d-mn wicked
then you better believe
that a man like me got a hand in it, can you handle it?
it’ll make you and your band wanna abandon it
and leave you stranded with no fans while you stand in sh-t
not understanding it
how can you lose so much to the text of some sh-t
that a wicked n-gga said?
cos it’s a plague, it’ll get you dead, it’ll get cha brain
it’ll get ya fame, it’ll get cha spot, it’ll get ya chop
it’ll get cha props, it’ll get cha chains!
but i don’t care about things that seems to gleam
like bling and rings, no doubt
for a ring? i’d tie a spring to my middle finger
with a string, so it can go -boing!- each time that i fling it out
and now i scream and shout, f-ck yall real mean and loud
while sticking my middle finger out
and any rapper that’ll seem to doubt
that i’m ma bring you down, is just dreaming now
cos i’m ma sting your clout!
and there will be no vaccine
or remedy to get rid of me or help the enemy for when i be
in the vicinity because many be dead on arrival
while there’ll be no survival on the rap scene
and if there’s a cure for this sickness in which is me
spittin’ my lyrics wicked as witches- forget it
cos this curse is my gift in which i reverse on each person
and these weak n-ggas and b-tches’ll be first
to catch the pandemic!

if there’s a cure for this, i don’t want it (x2)

i’m too ill – i’m too sick

- rebel xd lyrics

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