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I feel sick tonight, |
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Something in my stomach ain't sitting right, |
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But I've got to overcome it, keep spitting tight, |
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I've gotta overcome it, keep spitting tight, keep spitting tight, |
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I feel sick tonight, |
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Ring the bell, throw in the towel; |
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I ain't fit to fight, |
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I'm in hell; |
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I don't know how |
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I can hit this height, |
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But I gotta overcome it, keep spitting tight, keep spitting tight, |
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Trick the switch and get my brain to begin again, |
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Adrenalin and |
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Benalin will get the cerebellum in, |
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A state to deliver lines timed to be the medicine, |
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Lose my breath, they're |
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Ventolin, lose an arm, then rent a limb, |
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Choose to not present them in lies but still remembering, |
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I am not am not a veteran; |
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I do not know everything, |
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Hide behind this pseudonym, |
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I do not presume to win, |
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Write lines till |
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I feel true to them, decided by the mood |
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I'm in, So |
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I serve up words naked, never in sugar coats, |
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And I write more quotes than a fucking big book of quotes, |
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That's that, straight fact, |
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When it's down on the track you can't take it back, |
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And if the crowd don't react or get on ya back, |
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Then you've failed and you just have to live with that, |
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I remember when |
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I was a kid 'n' that, |
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Way before |
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I found beards and caps, |
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Pencils came with erasers that, |
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Could erase your mistakes erase, retract, |
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But in the real world things just ain't that easy, |
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You can't take back your mistakes so freely, |
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You gotta take them in think about them deeply, |
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Not ignore them and just move on discreetly, |
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They say Jesus died for somebody's sins but |
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God knows he didn't die for mine, |
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Coz I'll stand accountable for my own damn sins each and every time, |
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And if my sins are too great to be accepted in the circles which |
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I strive, |
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Then I'll go right ahead and live a lone lush life in some small dive, |
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I feel sick tonight, |
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I feel sick tonight, |
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I feel sick tonight, |
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I feel sick... tonight, |
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My head hurts, |
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From running head first, |
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Into another said verse, (on a subject that ain't easy to talk about) |
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It gets worse, |
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Feels like my legs burst, |
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I swear I feel cursed, (get up; if you feel the strain you just walk it out) |
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Because we live a lie for a lie and then truth for truth, |
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But lies can be sly and the truth aloof, |
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And it seems that lies can disguise and dupe the youth, |
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So we gotta try to define what suits as proof, |
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Back on track now quick to react now, |
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If the beats change then my flow will adapt how, |
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Ever it has to do so break up words like letter cubes thrown, |
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Around the room without a care, |
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Stretch out letters when there's space to spare, |
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How can you not love this language? |
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It's beauty and pain and relentless anguish, |
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Each twist and turn that you're controlling, |
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Taste each verb as off ya tongue it's rolling, |
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Nothing is more entertaining, |
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Than fuckin' with words and their arrangement, |
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Every syllable can rhyme, |
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If you will afford the time, |
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But now I'll leave it there alright, |
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And simply declare, |
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I feel sick tonight. |
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I feel sick tonight. |
