Rapocalypse ft. Scotie Keeys Lyrics

It's Class_Sick

Keeys on the keys

(Let me at em. I'm tired of waiting)

I'm sick and tired

Of everybody thinking they got bars

(I want em. Give em to me now

Feed me rappers)

Class_Sick is the pinnacle

I live my life with principle

Drunk mind cynical

Punchlines clinical

Live and direct

We don't need any subliminals

Kill your favorite rapper

Use their blood to fill my swimming pool

Underrated criminal

Watch the way my pen'll move

Dimethyltryptamine

Hallucinogenic chemicals

Old school like Casio

Slamming bones on the patio

Slow ride when the caddy rolls

With the dope man and a bag of Oz

Candy lady gave me Nine of Four

Limbes when it's hot or cold

Says you a king don't mess with hoes

Rest in peace my brother Seiko

I still ain't grieve I just lay low

Devil horns hold my halo

Yet still I dream one day I blow

When God made me he broke the mold

Profit is productive from the products

Which I'm proud of kid

Process of progression probably can break some promises

It's prominent a project where we know the fake

Prophet lives protesting a profession

In the less fortunate provinces

Amentas ambassador

Dimensional traveler

Taking them back

No flux capacitor

Mental spazzes out that

Cerebrovascular

Yes I heard your rhymes

You conventional amateur

Different in vernacular

I ain't got no type

Hip hop's bachelor

Beats by the batch

Bag em up and leave a massacred

Give me my roses and my daffodil

Dopest pad that's filled with intergalactic battlefields

Okay but hold on bro

You really ain't have to go that hard

I'm telling you

You need to step back a little bit

These people can't compete at this level man

Why don't you try a different approach

Why don't you try a different approach

Go ahead

Who that want to battle me

Dissecting your anatomy

Casually laugh at the deceased

Tragically the savage is unleashed

An addict to my peace

In the attic with my piece

On these beats I do believe

Everybody come after me

Only listen to your CD when I need to fall asleep

Or use it as a coaster

Catching moisture from my tea and

Just because it rhymes

Don't mean it's a dope line

Think that chain make you a rapper

Boy my soul shines

No disrespect to legends

I don't need your cosign

Much love to the homies

I can't kick it like the old times

When I make it dedicated to my own grind

Blaze a spliff inside a spaceship

Don't you know I'm fan favorite

Amazing with the way I spit these raps

A gift the fact just is I bag and flip then

Watch these fiends do backwards flips

Class_Sick sick

Suggest you don't forget to underscore

Leave em more and more

The man, the myth, the legend, lore

Leave em headless for sacrifices to the lord

Dreams I rumble for

I got my ass whooped never run before

So rest assured I'm ready for war

MC Carnivore

Perform at haunted carnivals

Pitchfork in your mama's corpse

Okay

I don't think you understood what I was saying

I wasn't telling you to call em out

I was telling you like to play on their level

Make it more fair

We in the last minute

Go ahead

Go in for the kill

My bic turn to a 50 cal

Amenaza lirical

X and Pac I feel em now

Ooh it's getting spiritual

Guess I'm hip hop's demon's child

You rappers better di di mau

Slice his neck and clean him out

Here's a fact check, paramount

I wouldn't feature with you

If you got me inside a God's house

I'm here teaching the youth

It ain't about buying the mall out

All I'm speaking is truth

Treating the booth like a mosque

Now you reaching for proof

I'm preaching to you

That's the same reason we fall out

Epiphanies and revelations

Mad villainy and desolation

Initially it's desperation

At the epitome of preservation

Begging please have some patience

Crack their knees give em a facelift

These gangsters real as fake tits

And your dime piece looking basic

At ease when times archaic

Rhyme rare language gallic

Hymns spoken in poems

Skulls and broken bones

Don't worry Class_Sick holding his own

Keeys got me in the zone

Like we in belize blowing on strong

Smoking on these beats like rap's Cheech and Chong

Let me switch the rhyme before I'm out of time

We know you lying in every line

Just a bunch of sheep dressed up as lions

You wanna be us you steady trying

But we Jason, Freddy, Myers

Masons lightning fires

Find your place then slice your ties

This greatness you should admire

Man you can't do nothing less than great can you

Okay I guess that's their fault

They gonna have to step it up

That's all I'm trying to convince you

You know what

Keep doing your thing

I'm out