Lyrics

I ain't going no where I take breaks and stare at landscapes to picture myself
outta hear. Caught up in a great feeling who's real and who's feeling who
tell the truth you touch yourself, dude, nobody's feeling you Fucking dream
sickles You don't race cars you Dick Trickle
go home empty handed with a limp pickle.
Rap is death bitch and I'm a cold scythe or sickle in his hands
Cause man's time on this land is so fickle Uhh.
I'm the barber with the dreadlocks down to his ass
With a scalpel in his hand smoking weed through a gas mask,
Ready to bleed any bastard with a stab to his abdomen,
Then stand there so high that I start laughing again.
I'm abnormal when it comes to my sin.
Do you understand me my friend.
I'm acrobatic flipping like echoes through the wind.
Basically came here to bash all the hoes that pretend
Like God would recommend them for the last dance.
So if you think about I'm God send.


People put your hands to the sky.
It's been a long time now I'm ready to Die.
I spit from my soul never telling a lie.
I bet you feel free if you give it a try.



People put your hands to the sky.
It's been a long time now I'm ready to Die.
I spit from my soul never telling a lie.
I bet you feel free if you give it a try.



I'm not hung up on politics
I'm real person with feelings and a real bad attitude.
I got mad gratitude
I'm just not about to break down dude, and share it all with you dude.
I got nothing to prove, like a Nigga on death row I got nothing to lose.
Like a bitch with a phat ass something to move, I rap like the ocean ooh shit,
and space out to the groove.
I got a sick sense of humor, and a sick sense of rhythm
with sick sense of time, for the shit sick I rhyme.
Yes I do enjoy crime, pussy, money, movies,
gorilla lime, cooking and still work part-time.
With most rappers I don't get along.. I don't Kiss Ass,
I don't expect you to respect me because of my past.
Or because I talk about sex, race, creed or class,
or because of my ghost white dreadlocks and frosty grass.


People put your hands to the sky.
It's been a long time now I'm ready to Die.
I spit from my soul never telling a lie.
I bet you feel free if you give it a try.



People put your hands to the sky.
It's been a long time now I'm ready to Die.
I spit from my soul never telling a lie.
I bet you feel free if you give it a try.


Honestly man I rap for the folks,
who are down on their luck with their backs to ropes.
We take our fucked up lives and then we turn them to jokes
Then we swallow our pride hoping nobody chokes.
I'm not afraid to sweat on stage.
I can't just stand there dead like my words on this page.
We all spitting the same shit But I bring the rage
You rap about freedom but your giant ego dog got you stuck in cage.
These same people always come up to me after the show.
I got white dudes that give me hugs and say I love you BRO
When their girls friends hug me they don't want to let me go.
Then they holler at his boys and says "I told you so".
The number one compliment I get from the fans.
Is That I lay my heart on ground and show the blood on my hands
They say never give up please man stick to the plans.
But they only go see rappers that are busting in bands

People put your hands to the sky.
It's been a long time now I'm ready to Die.
I spit from my soul never telling a lie.
I bet you feel free if you give it a try.



People put your hands to the sky.
It's been a long time now I'm ready to Die.
I spit from my soul never telling a lie.
I bet you feel free if you give it a try.