International Psypher

(this track would take way too long to gather lyrics for EVERY verse, so I'm only adding A-Game's and Info Gates) [Verse 2] (Info Gates) Here we go now they sick of me? How bout that - Basically? Rap is a rat Since 2K6 I had to snap, Hussein shit Iraq the track Rap is a bitch, she's on my back - hangs up on me then calls right back Gates is a fly on the wall like tacks, they're on that bullshit they call lies "FACTS" Keep your dick jerkers in your pockets While I write obnoxious lines out on hundred dollar bills that'll fill up shoeboxes Women in crotchless panties jock us, preppies cockblock us Just imagine how insane this shit's gon' be once we see profits, biatches! Back it on up, act like you know - it's about to go down [?] Kids talk shit? Quick kick like Judo, high school kid with a kid like Juno Stupeedo, stupido, beat tracks like [?] kiddo Smothering you motherfuckers to death, like "Shut up and eat this pillow" MOB, BOM, money over bitches, bitches over men Men talk shit when you get those bitches, bitches talk shit when you fall in love with them Shit's ass backwards, don't make sense - friends turn enemies, enemies friends Cleverly hurdling every fence, better be ready we very intense [Verse 3] (Delirious) What's up mothafuckaz? Say hello to D. Bringing darkness to the industry, holocaust lips; I was meant to be, just flowing sick shit, destroying beats It's an oral feat, speak in tongues, unique. Translates to escape for the bold and meek Giving hope with the death portrayed in my speech. Sinful thoughts of man with depravity, See I'm a vindicated symptomatic stalker. Stalking and killing off the competition I'm vulgar Slacking ass rappers get calmly attacked and I off them Often compulsively passive, until I've been fucked with Substance, try to get some kid. Stuck with a flow that's remedial, its nothing Simpletons blow up your ego at every function. Everyday hero, I'm here to remove the obstruction Tolerance, what I'm lacking when I spazz out. Bad sounds make me rage, Like a wild child Find out, I'm an ape, I don't have clout. Fueled by the fucking environment, imma crackdown Sift through nonsense, I'm probably gonna stab clowns. Simple lyrics, incoherent mixing heard all throughout Shoot down, the inferior to prove how. We're the mothafuckaz bringing ruckus to the underground I don't know what makes me Delirious, it's crazy Switching personalities like styles. I'm a pit with rabies Like Sadie, sadistic. But, I'm no bitch, I'm ripping Out the throats of every MC in the game that claims they're wicked [Verse 6] (A-Game) G-G-G-G-G-Goddamn! Ain't nothing better than a fucking psypher track with some psycho cats And I might go snap on a beat, you're weak and can't roll with us like your axle cracked I rap with a passion, put in work while you slackin', you little swags better back up I'm nineteen years old with a flow so dope, so I guess I have a reason to act up Let's keep it real mane, cause half the people that I meet are fake like A three dollar bill dang, and it is sad to see The people I considered friends changing like the seasons I'm hoping they become a quadriplegic and go for a swim in the deep end With some chum attached to their feet, and a deep cut that's making 'em bleed While chilling with a school of angry, hungry bull sharks that haven't eaten in weeks I'll say what I please, fuck being discreet if you don't like me? Then it's unlikely That I'll find a fuck to go give your ass in person or on these sixteens, shit Since I don't give a fuck, your best bet is to fuck yourself Need the extra help? Go try it out with someone else The day I quit rap? It'll be easy for you to fucking tell Cause pigs'll be Superman status, and me? I'll be eating a snow cone in hell!