Correction Lyrics R.a.p. by King Iso

Featuring(s) : Tech N9ne & X-raided

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Lyrics

Hi dada, it's time to take your medicine
I love you

[King Iso]
Yeah
Diagnosed as a menace, I'm dying slow by the minute
Diet? No but I'm fixing to buy a coke and some chicken
And dive over the shitter and die my nose for a minute
Get a piece of the pie, play dominoes while I kick it
Effect'll be Conoco that's why I'ma go when I flick it
Bic inside of my pocket, you prolly just wanna bick it
I'll politic with a bigot and got the vote like commitment
Told the pope that he's fiction, I'm following no religion
I'm John Travolta to Christians but I am morе of a Vincent
And speaking of Vega, I'ma bе hoppin' over the fences
And hold the chopper but muzzle 'em, dog you're gonna get bitten
I'm sick off tops you'll probably flow a written
I get "Ghosts" shot with "Power" leave Holy Spirits
I been on watch, suicidal Rollie is tickin'
Y'all spit no bars, you'll prolly won't go to prison
People treating me snotty like I'm the nose that you're pickin'
Or like I'm the Cola dealer they got their nose in my business
Treat a hood like I'm Robin, I'm Robyn Hode on a mission
I'm locked and loaded like I'm sipping vodka with co-defendants
Man I'm not the one to go to war with
You'll need more men, I'll bring it to your door
It's not a Jehovah Witness
So lock ya doors when I visit I prolly just sold ya system
I'm pawning ya Xbox to buy me a solar system
I could decode the physical properties ghosts exhibit
Play with my dough, I'll kill you, I am molding an image
Play with me I'll upstage you, I'm right like I wrote and scripted
Plato's cave just caught on fire, you know who did it?
Breaking out the Matrix, I'm Wachowski bros with the writtens
They say that they sleeping on me
I doubt it bro 'cause they're wicked
My venom saving the world is possible when I spit it
'Cause every line that I write, the doctor wrote a prescription
I'm ill

Yeah
Something that a pill can't fix, (Pill can't fix)
Niggas talkin' crazier than a mothaf*cka still ain't this (Still ain't this)
To keep it one hundred that's why don't nobody feel they shit (Feel they shit)
And when I catch 'em all slippin', them the ones I'll have a field day with

f*ck all that shit that they talkin'
I'm really a psycho, really a psycho
They rappin' about it but cap you ain't really a psycho, really a psycho
f*ck all that shit that they talkin'
I'm really a psycho, really a psycho
f*ck all that shit that they talkin'
I'm really a psycho, really a psycho

[Tech N9ne]
f*ck the malarkey that you been taught
All of you been lost, picture was painted but now it's oozing off
The foolin' in schoolin' is subduin' the true in you and I'm a boolin' boss
Sick and I come with a whoopin' cough (Whoop)
Mentally I'm 'bout to gun the opps
Try to butter me up, the U.S. is a Country Crock
They hung T. Pac, revolution hungry packs
Funky cops still look at 'em like they monkey Pacs
I'm hella driven, my thought is not in a cell or prison
I can smell a biggun we fail to get into elder living
A jailer given, to go to impale a nig when he can sell religion
TV cut off 'cause he had to tell a vision
To an evil weupe lookin' down on us and we go buy GucciThey can never see-through my kufi 'til I'm showin' all deceitful I'm kooky
R.A.P. I'm really a psycho, any other niggas who write it, it's really a typo
So the bar may be or will be the Eiffel
Irkin' the silly the spiteful concealing a bible (Oops)
I mean a rifle
Who is first to come with a nigga to go and break a Judas curse?
And who disbursed? Feelings on my soo woo did hurt
When nobody but Tech N9na wanted to do this verse
So I got it
Sanity is a no, sizable amount of psycho but can it be bigger though?
It's when they give a bro nothing good and it's pitiful
I give 'em back all the pain of like a trillion niggaros
Under the sycamore tree, I'm playing a piccolo
Instilling crazy and baby lady 'bout to deliver so
You be hospitable 'cause my hitters invisible for this fire no bustin' up a chifforobe
To give a glow with the flow

[King Iso]
Hehehe
Niggas really 51 50 on this side though
Bar for bar, they ain't sick like us
Matter of fact
Raided talk to these niggas

[X-Raided]
(R.A.P.)
I'm Ready And Prepared
They gon' Rape And Pillage again, I feel it in the air
On their knees saying prayers, barely concealing despair
This ain't Death Row but they gon' have to give me the chair
Rationalize and Patronize their hateful lies
Fast to say "hurry up wait and hide"
Quick, chill, bunker down, be patient while they decide
Put a mask on your face but that ain't a safe disguise
(R.A.P.)
A discussion wasn't optional
Retreatin' And Poppin', Ruining Anything Proximal
That's when I Realized Anything's Possible
As long as the vision is Realistic And Probable
Their machinations and manipulation's intolerable
Irreconcilable differences, divisional doctrinals
Don't get in the way of the juggernaut, don't be an obstacle
Tech, Iso and X, f*ck the industry: conjugal
(Pause)
Nigga you don't wanna get involved
f*ck a first 48, your murder never gettin' solved
In the water looking slaughtered, like you were bitten by Jaws
When they find out what you did, I'll be forgiven and absolved
Thinkin' they safe 'cause I evolved
f*ck a hater forever, that ain't never gettin' resolved
Since you lied, you'll lie in a drum of lye 'til you dissolve
(Why?) You'll never be recovered by the law nigga
Life is a bitch, a sadistic dominatrix
This is for all the years I was sittin' calm and patient
You can not erase it, clone, hone or replace it
STRANGE (Gang) we're getting back to the basics
I am The One that was summoned and nominated
Had a horrible Oracle, but mentally beat The Matrix
Look ahead of you, two hands holding a few
Red and blue pills and I refuse to take it
I can't fake it
(No!)

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