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small town crew - my sick flow' lyrics

“you down for a sick flow?”

[verse: l]
e-e-d ‘w’ in the front, t-h-c put the w-eed in the blunt
-t-h-e (thee) emcee speaking’ peace off the front’
of my soul’s reflection; heart’s cold reflection
dissecting’ the whole veins with no pain, a soul gains connection
demonstrating my poetic profession, prophetic detention
detaining my brain in a cage sprayin’ me with pure inspection
even the afterlife is impressed with how i collect depression
and switch it up, evolving into my mental protection
using mixed swishers, helps me not to spit bitter
i’m not a rider i’m a messiah spitting these sick scriptures
im not a gangsta; dont hit n-gga’s or count rich figures
i just aim and hit bigger, success is this big trigger-
i cl!ck it if im on the wrong treble, i just add some b-ss in my life
erase the hate in my life; “be gone devil!” my level is different
my level of sinning is equal to sheen’s level of “winning!”
my life is like the bible, i’m the hip-hop disciple
i hit-off my rivals, i cl!ck-off the dial; i spit off arrival
cause im innocent with intimate innocence, in-a-sec
i use to run like a boss, hustle and toss
but every gangster god gets hung on the cross
speaking of the page’s; my lyrics enter’ in em’
like a demon speaking an exorcism, there’s no exit in em’
just’ a tight guy snorting white lines, nice lines’
that are so loaded, it’s like a potion that fights crime
i’m not a ‘cool’ loser, i rule smoother
chillin’ with casey playing around with his new looper
i’m a tool-bruiser, marijuana fool-abuser
i got this dope worldplay so no, i’m not a school refuser
when i see the mic i grab it’, practice – addict
when you battle me im hitler, so go hide in your addic’
i don’t have swag i have cl-ss, i f-ck with teachers
you think you’ll beat me in this game? while you stuck-to-bleachers
im not afraid of death, i’ll even f-ck up the reaper
with more cuts and blood then those b-tches who cut for bieber
my lyrics appear out of thin air, point to your goal and begin there
try to sin rare – meditate within prayers
im like a doctor cause i’ll drive by; slide by
your blind-side, open your prime-mind and see your life glide by
and pursue without judgement, i’m new to a movement called loving;
i can’t be pushing and shoving with this kush that im puffin
i can’t be filled with envy or else i’m my very enemy
i’ll have to fight my own instincts to develop empathy
release my very energy; empty evil ent-ties – outside
till’ im alive and i can reform my ident-ty
poetry within my heart, music’s my art
my only family that will never be apart – from me
it projects harm-ony, so i dont need to pro-tect myself from harm-you-see
so destroy the armory; cause if you have a problem, you can keep on mobbin’
cause your rhyme schemes by my means is used more than one of cydnies condoms’

- small town crew lyrics

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