CLICK: http://soundcloud.com/sick-man/

LETRA:
(Te microphone murderer joins with the beat maker. Sickman Sick is on the mic, call the undertaker
Yo sick (whatup?)
Drop the joint!)

Chill....

The Earthquaker, squeezin through all the haters
An all-day baker with a fat-rhymes maker,
If you expect a faker, I’ll be a heartbreaker
When im on the mic I’m precise like a watchmaker
I reek of scars
Which turn into raps that raise the bar,
If you look above you might see a star,
Gotta reach for that, you know who you are (juiceeeeh)
spark the cigar, and feel on par
got my lungs all filled with tar
cause life is short, y asi es como quiero estar, asique porque cambiar?
Doing drugs to mask the pain,
And make it fight crime, hitting hard like a train
If it aint cocaine, then its motherfuckin acid
I see myself, my soul’s growth is rapid
Is it tragic? or just wild?
That im the best I could be thanks to chemicals? (damn…)
I had the answer all along, I just couldn’t see it
Y’all better know Im no longer a weakling
I’m a kid with a skill comin up from under,
If I tell you where im from it’ll make you wonder
How I took a taste to rap
Well here, siddown lemme tell you pal
Its not about the bitches, its not about the riches,
Its all about the lyrics that transmit a message
When I was young, no one gave a shit what I had to say
So this is the way I pave my lane
I turned to writing, which made me a Titan, armed with a license
To blast through your speakers with everything but silence
yo blaze it up man
either the mic or the spliff
Makin you bounce with this funky ass riff
And if you down with the powder then have a sniff,
Lets go crazy man lets jump off a cliff
I gave up on life and now it feels good,
Im doing shit I never thought I would
Its all about breakin the conditionin
To be free of a mission
And obtain a vision
To take the world by storm
To impose my form with the might of a swarm

(skip hip data, to get the anti-matter
blue lines are the reason why the temple had to shatter) x2 (massive attack lyric sample)

(satisfaccion, euforia, exitacion
estas son las rimas que te dan inspiracion)

Nasra in effect, more underground than a sinner
go hard like im erect, the mic is my dinner
can you feel the groove when I blast out your speaker
you know im feelin right, im chiller than my reefer
smooth like a spoon, sharp like a shark
I throw it out the park, Im always thinkin smart
gotta act right, and rap tight when Im on that mic
im gonna fly like bill conti
I dont muff when I rap, I puff and I pass
Sickman on the beat takin cues from the past
Nasra all day on the ganjah
of rap im the masta the boss of the genre
old school flavor, east coast style
The streets and the good ol chronic high
Freestyle, drivin thru the streets of the east side
but I aint from brooklyn, im straight from Argentina
gracious on the beat like a ballerina
contagious, like AIDS I'm
all in your brain like purple haze
and when I swim on the beat Im a manta ray

(outro)

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