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jay tri11a – sicker than your average كلمات اغاني

[verse 1]
you in jeopardy. my bars go harder than br-ss knuckles, it’s like a felony
you cooking up remedies but you ain’t ready for me
blasting through your brain like the bullet that went through kennedy’s
all sullen suddenly what happened to flexing essentially?
mc-ing rather then rapping especially
this isn’t a serenity, clearly
rarely letting wack rappers attack me
slap happy but i ain’t too kind just a bit scary, but devine with these rhymes
these lines are just too fine to put to waste
you whine when i shine through your blinds
flows so cold they turn to rime all day
far from lethargic, i know you hate it
i’ll just keep on sparking sh-t like the 4th of july
and sparring, spit swords through your heart everytime
electrocute you with cords and your chords bore and got me snoring, i’m scoring and ignoring anyone that stand in my sight, alright?

[hook]
i ain’t just gonna slide through the side
imma leave the mic just nice and ripe
and slice and dice anyone that wanna stand it my sight
them tracks will tan, but flows colder then ice
got be the bask in the limelight
cause there ain’t a lot of cliche these days, am i right?
i write with more then 5 knives
knaves be living in the caves, i be in the sky
all the time, i try to be polite
but i’m sicker than your average

[verse 2]
hooks hit you from the right like john frazier
blast you with lasers later, i ain’t gone cater
these thesis’s shock relics like a taser
is you just rapping for the relish or the praise or?
but this is devilish, or h-lla h-llish
but won’t sell it, just let people feel it and let it rip em to shreds
don’t spread your legs just cause he’s closer to the bread, cause he gone turn his head
when you want cash and give him s-x
next to the n-ggas that ain’t up for the test
better start studying, right now you got an f
step up your game, you ain’t got nothing to gain
and this is to all the lames that won’t stay in their lane
don’t crave to be something you ain’t
stay real with your gang. don’t aim to be a gang star
keep a small circle of friends people will hurt you in the end
people fake for pete’s sake they hate looking through a peep hole, i’m a pupil

hook]
i ain’t just gonna slide through the side
imma leave the mic just nice and ripe
and slice and dice anyone that wanna stand it my sight
them tracks will tan, but flows colder then ice
got be the bask in the limelight
cause there ain’t a lot of cliche these days, am i right?
i write with more then 5 knives
knaves be living in the caves, i be in the sky
all the time, i try to be polite
but i’m sicker than your average

- jay tri11a

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