Sickkick

Madonna

Your honor

Melt my heart yea as if

Past life trauma way above average

Don't fly Spirit paid dearly for the baggage

High-tech world made me a modern day savage

Ugh

Seen some dark nights like Gladys

Ugh

Why ya trying to fray my Fabric

ugh

Why you trying to kill my magic

ugh

Why you trying conjure up the static

I'm back to the back of the back with a g-shock

Bumping 50 Cent, Rakim and Pete Rock

Now every word that I write is a heat rock

Hit em' right where it hurts everytime the beat drop

Now they want more of me

Love when I'm at war with me

They just wanna corner me

Wanna put a fork in me

Fuck that

Two middle fingers up bust back

Wanna pop shots tell em run that

Ugh

Minor set back for the comeback Sickick with the handoff

I'm scoring 6 like a running back

Bet after they listen to this one they'll run it back

Saying more in 6 bars than you on a whole track

And that's facts hoe

I run my whole operation like Castro eyes on the cash flow

Cuz I've taken knives to the back bro

But that's past so...

Let's turn up the heat so I can mold it

And let yourself go let me hold it

Let me test drive it control it

And let me kill your ego for the moment

The most tender parts tend to neglect

So I dosed it just right to help you eject

Let the tape run peep the effects

Let me unfreeze your heart and be your prefect