Rashad Sun - Sick (Get Well Soon, Pt. 2)

The pressure point poet, got promoted
Now I'm vital statistics with the lyrics; when provoked
I'm high blood pressure with the lecture, but I'm extra
Ordinary, sorta very, arbitrary
Nah
I'm sicker than the secrets that u keeping about your uncle
Try to touch you
So your brother told your mother
& your mother told your father
So he shot em
But u gotta another problem
Cuz it really didn't happen
Now your ass ain't got no daddy
But u visit every Saturday
It's messin with your conscious
I'm sicker than the monsters in your noggin that just told u should rob em
Your revolver backfired
Now your brains is splattered across the driveway
On payday Friday
Im sicker than the damn eviction notice
That You noticed
The same day as the court date
& just got to court late
The judge just heard your court case
U in shock
They put a padlock on the crack spot
U gotta a pocket full of crack rock
Sick as a cold sore, u need a abrevia
Then u can search me on Wikipedia
I'm sicker Than lukiema
When speaking to the media
Press record on the video
Capture the rap master
In his natural habitat
I'm sick as a ambidextrous acrobat
How sick is that?
I'm sick as a bureaucratic Aristocrat
Superior diplomat
120 on the thermostat

The quarterback of the sickest team, down 16
4th quarter, 20 tics, Hail Mary
I'm coming back
On-side kick
Im sicker than a flea flicker
Speed kills nigga
I'm a throw it & catch the pass
Sick. Nauseous
Better use precautions
Get your vaccinations
Cuz I'm highly contagious

I'm sick as a abortion
Of a African orphan
That only takes a penny a day to feed his portion
And, I'm a Martian
Living alive inside of coffin
Walking the straight path
While crookedly awkward
I'm sicker than hog foot
Y'all look at me all shook
When I spit, fill the whole room with black soot
Yeah. I'm that good
No Rather I'm that sick
U wackier than falling backwards & landing in cat shit
I'm sicker than rat piss
With the power of a black fist
Being raised by indentured slaves & black kids

Put me on your blacklist
Cuz yea I'm that sick
If u ask me for a verse
U gonna mad as shit
Cuz my bars stretch long as giraffe neck
I'm criminally lyrical, go do your back check
I'm sick as a war vet
With post traumatic stress
I'm KRS
I'm a tribe called quest
I'm vin Rock & Treach
I'm TuPac & Stretch
I'm The moment right before Big took his last breath
Rest In Peace

I'm sick as Asian meat
Is it Kung-Po Mice?
Or, its Cat Fried Rice
Sike
It's just my sick sense of humor
But Not for nothing I'm a concerned consumer
I know u heard the rumor
I'm sick as a brain tumor
With a longer birth record than Christianity/Buddha
With the mind of a computer
I'm super rhymes, in 79
30 years from now, I'll still stand the test of time
& the rest will depend on the brain I assume
I'm sick, get well soon
Part II

Written by:
Rayvon Wilson

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