The Plague

Yo, yo, yo (sick intentions) Word up Yak Skywalker (sick intentions) Balls (sick intentions) (Verse 1) I blast a page from thoughts cast away Lettin off like a AK, equiped wit a full clip But hollow tip bullets sent my finga on the trigga Sicka than tom green and a sinna god dressed as Hitler It's Yak the Ripper, pay your respects or get dealt wit But I ain't playin witta full deck Sort of a prodigy, emcees drop quietly Found wit espestice in they nose after the autopsy Yo don't get vexed cause your whore jocks me Coppin pleas for detox trynna xerox the raw copy Step to the master and peace god it's over bee If on an instrumental I see the bitch in you Gimme a second and I'll tear out your ovaries This is the code of the beat from the low key Scientist with the iron fist, who acts strange Got a monkey in my lab witta virus that attacks brains But I'm immune to it, see mine's polluted To the point where sunnin kids ain't enough rappers get executed Few understand the character behind the music Let alone try to meet my skill halfway I'll cremate your little rap in a ashtray Yo to all you muh'fuckers feminine like ballet Yo take this as I dictate the script You wanna battle? Don't take the risk just bear witness And listen to the God as he blaze the shit (chorus) Sick intentions (3x) Leave most MC's lost in my sentence .. Fuck a four five you know how I'm rollin Trip six rock and leave the mic smokin Balls caroded disease and unleashin the demons Poses your frame you stop breathin Till the air is pleasin but softly killin ya No mercy god, you given up Those who tested me before remain inferior It makes you sick, the plague's in your area (Verse 2) I spit a verse and the earth tilts in all Cause I twist the sinister add a beautiful metaphor Watch how I manipulate the raw, sing along or bring it on I write ya future till the ink is gone, word bond Life is like growed tech scenes, operation stress cream Worn out Guess jeans, hope flow and joke cluts A million and one kids rhyme And they all tryna sound like gold fronts But they all tarnish they all garbage I'm so dope you should go into comatose Cause too much of the voice will lead to overdose It's heartless consider the issue wit ya conscious Twice before my squadron strikes embalms the mic Causing conflict crucially, cause musically You just can't take the abuse, the juice is loose like Starburst I flood ya brain witta million ball verse And I demand your attention man This is eons beyond your simple level of comprehension mind bendin, I'm sendin Infects ya straight to your cranium quick It makes you sick, it makes you sick Duns get lit like indiglo It's Yak Ballz your neighborhoods Deuce Bigalow I leave em breathless like death kiss under the mistletoe For real who think they seein me? Better get a eye examination, so ill there is no vaxination It's like masterbatin when I take off Load of stress out on paper Just play the drum track and I'll slaughter it Hold up first let me snatch the M-I Like it was helpless still kiddie in the orphanage And make the hottest act on ya label feel subordinate Have your dome pourest ya mind singing my chorus Fuck a audience gods like this muh'fuckers on some shit Yo it's about to pour just don't get caught in it All you faggot deejay's, if you ain't got me on ya playlist Incorporate this, shit is dangerous, contagious My voice effects your cranium quick, it makes ya sick (chorus 1x)