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letra de #sick - brotha meech

[verse 1: brotha meech]
so sick just call me influenza
let the beat drop let them lyrics get in ya
sick of sleazy -ssociates sick of pretenders sick of competing for chicks never being contenders
ya’ll wait until it’s sweet and hear me on drum beats
don’t act right now keep it real from jump street
acting high and mighty, that’s god’s position drug dealer stay up out the kitchen
the only thing you need to be cooking up
is some repentful prayers while you looking up
sneaky as a snake but i’m a tough dove
got nothing on this track but that tough love
they want to treat your nose but let me feed your soul some neck bones, potatoes, greens and gator
vitamin c couldn’t cure my sick
trying to heal the world with this pure i spit

[chorus]
meech, why you rap like that, all brand new why you act like that
i get my inspiration from up above, trying to show this world what i’m sick of
but meech, you can’t rap like that, we trying to stack paper pockets fat like that
money ain’t thing we show it no love, trying to show this world what i’m sick of

[verse 2: brotha meech]
dedicated to them catfish rappers reppin’ something they ain’t
sick of looking at that ugly little picture you paint
all you doing is leading these youths astray
with your frivolous nonsense and poisonous content
renew your mind and your soul will follow
emcees be rhyming like they heart be hollow
out of the mouth the heart speaks
and some of ya’ll need to work on your speech
you gotta stand for something or you’ll fall for the okie
traders in our midst we call them heads lokie
i ain’t said nothing so you ain’t got to quote me
us humble heads keep it c-sharp low key
right now, the force is out of balance
and we goin’ to hit them in the head with this thing called talent
remember that thing musicians had to have
but the gate keepers copied the keys it’s all bad

[chorus]

[verse 3: brotha meech]
keep it realer than real, realer than most
him crucified and died is what i boast
hit my knees send them up for all my folks
hop on these beats to be your life coach
on them other raps, you might as well p-ss
like a roach in the ash you getting nothing from that
is it because i write a little sicker perhaps
is it because i write from the ticker perhaps
banging them joints for your soul to clap
thug in the club be like go on with that
ring tones blaring from your phone with that
real music sticks to your bones ‘cause it’s fat
not for your flesh but for your soul can fathom
brotha meech barking out soul-gasms
in these drk woods we’ll light a fire
call me nero i’m burning down the empire

[chorus]

- brotha meech

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