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SIXTH SENSE
Hip-Hop/Rap
SIXTH SENSE was released on September 5, 2025 by ROYALE ENTERTAINMENT as a part of the album SINNERS
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AlbumSINNERS
Release DateSeptember 5, 2025
LabelROYALE ENTERTAINMENT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
cecilio devon Joseph
cecilio devon Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anthony Michael siai
Anthony Michael siai
Producer

Lyrics

What We do, them do, know they gon' try
Linked with, connects way, fore a wi-fi
Goat with the bars before a top five
Ghost in them bars, six sense em, don't lie
Thoughts of Osiris, used to cop the work out in Cypress
I see a lot of **** stealin' my likeness, I'm startin' to like it
Before me, you ain't seen nothin' like it
Game in a crisis the set up on my back like we bikers
Push the five, way I write, seem appeal to the rightgeous
The game indecisive, culture bein' flooded by hype men
Wanna torture all these rappers, just throw em in cyphers and watch em expire
If your only job rap ****, then you should be fired
Who I got are unalive, so my city live
Send them guys, get them boys, Kennedy fried
Spirit of James Brown, wit a 70s vibe
Word to B.I, Papa got his bag in a stuy
X and L.I, Queens, Harlem, all of NY
Tribe of judah keep some hired shooters if you try invading
Get your soul snatched deported like ice agents
Ice in they veins, only right that we ice out they chains
Since your head been in the clouds, **** nothin' the same
I'm somewhat to blame, I rock with ****, some of em dame
Help with the name, even deserve the credit they claim
Pitch me a beat, I swing and break the bat like I'm Bane
Streets backin my name, you **** should be happy we came
Fuck all this rap shit, check my jacket, not a blemish or stain
King of the coast, ****, that's the title that's claimed
Yeah, this chop go bang, brr-rang, brr-rang
Tales of the ghetto that they don't live
Benzos and enzoes that they don't drive
Seem so bizarre when they go' live
Turn the mic on, you know they gon' lie
What We do them do kno they gon' try
Linked wit connects, way fore a wi-fi
Goat wit the bars before a top five
Ghost in the bars, we sense em, don't lie
See **** groupie like bitches, all for pictures
Push women out of the way, they get the ****
What the fuck is this
Take your favorite pack em in sprinters
I run they pockets, eight ball in the center
Calling shots like a pool shark, swim I ain't fin up
Doesn't mean it ain't dinner, wish a rapper would chop
Gon' be yelling out timberrrrrrr
I came a long way from taking orders
Flippin' eighth to quarters, felony
They ever caught us, use to play the corner
Chevy Malibu, that shorty rented for us
On our way uptown
There's seven reasons you can't fuck with the golden child
One, the pen potent catch flames when I scribble down
Two, the way the flow glide on tracks when the mic around
Three, four, five, can't talk, contract bound
Six, rappers chains that I can't wait to buss down
Seven, I've been kicking bars ev since it's a pup now
The seven points the giant gon' score when he touchdown
And we gon' go for it
Two point conversion, them **** nervous
I seen them **** writing them diss
Lucky we ain't heard it
Written by: cecilio devon Joseph
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