Med.U.S.A. by Kig V2 Lyrics
[Intro]
GIVE ME A REASON, (6x)
(Yeah, I been sick of this shit, been sick of this shit
Yeah I been sick of this shit
Sick of this shit, been sick of this shit, I'm sick of this shit
Yeah, I been sick of this, sick of this shit, I'm sick of this shit
Yeah, I been sick of this shit)
Gimmie a reason, dammit!
REASON (4x)
(Didn’t—fuck…)
[Verse 1]
Didn’t mama teach you bout that attitude?
Divot karma with haggled blueprints
I must be mad at you, shit, (Motherfuckers wanna know--)
G-Gratitude a past, but pal, w-what’s the damage?
How it do? You famished
Dick sandwich
Fuck outta here, twitchy lip
Don’t be lookin’ at me for shit
Calling me late, I tweak my wrist
S-Solitude day, I tweak for fix
B-Bullshit speak, as meek I get
Rise from fate, won’t weep at predicament
Slit, slit, slit, (ayy-yah!)
Wisp all you make out from my break out
Christen a filleted sound, bristle at the tame jowls
Pissed with my the cape out, ripping through the fake shroud
Fucking the fake, man fuck all the fake
[Bridge 1]
Actually, let’s--
Let's run this shit back
I wanna go harder
I wanna bust the man
I wanna bust the medicine out (Slap a Band-Aid on that bitch!)
I wanna bust a nuuuuuut (Aye, aye!)
(Run this shit back...run this shit back...)
(Slap a Band-Aid on that bitch, yah?
Hmm...boo-boo?)
(Shouldn't have to tell you twice...Parsley)
(Slap a Band-Aid on that bitch, yah!)
*garbled noises*
(Rah-rah, rah-rah!) (4x)
(Ice, ice, ice)
(Ay-ay, ay-ay)
(Okay, okay, okay, okay!)
(Kak-kak)
(Ya-yah...hey!) (2x)
[Verse 2]
Ain’t cake shit tryna Renaissance Man
I ate shit climbing the rock-wall trap
Attention in deficit, vacant marathon jammed with
Raiment dying--mothball that
Echelon to the Pentagon
Our sins, diamondin’
Sins, lobbyin’
Wrist, coughin’ it
Ears, hymen dead
Fears, lying us
Tears, drying up
Slip, crime stuck
Cyst, filled with
Terrible thoughts, grows over tempo’ lobe
Hysterical response, know I 10-4 that, dog (no more)
Fuckin’ did my time, take the ransom off (no more, no more, no more)
Em’ti ta’a’fi “life,” rake a plan ‘til fall
A’aight?
‘Rilla Glue, bring planter full (no more, no more, no more)
“The sky wilts to your beck and call,”
Gotta rep it, though
Evidence of definiteness in self-acceptance
Hell, or headless, though
Dismiss asepsis
Antiseptic
In the plexus
Of my melon
Repetition
Checkboxes
I "X" ‘em
Get my presents
Bill money--Let’s get me some real money
Creativity feel sluggish, I must get that real money
That steal, kill, feel-for-real money
That feel-for-real money, man...
[Bridge 2]
Yeah!
Yeah, I been sick of this shit, been sick of this shit
Yeah, I been sick of this shit
Sick of this shit, sick of this shit, I'm sick of this shit
Yeah, I been sick of this shit
Sick of this shit, been sick of this shit
YEAH I BEEN SICK OF THIS SHIT...
(stunt, stunt!)
[Verse 3]
My girl ain’t evil
Don’t look at me, though
Ja’voii on that creep-slow
Erode ‘til jug remote, muster revolt
Divulge lingo
Oak bucket, old king go
Pinko olive gringo Custer sheeple
Reload
Pills for the shills, feel good, yah
Devil shook, but the deal still stood, yah
Grillin’ a meal, flick of the tongue, yeah
Head-heels pushed, rippin’ the lung, yeah
Lifting my rung
Missing for fun
Hiss and I strike at ya jit with a mic
Nibble the hype while the shit suck my life
Ice meat sacks--might ya tell where the meet at?
Delightful discharge for a smart ass
Make’em artifacts
Fuck stars to map
One point four hours’ sleep, per hour
Tilling landlord’s fields for a lick of flour
Fuck this
Bill money, (D-L-L-L)
Bill money, (poof)
Bill money...
[Bridge 3]
Cricket sound-effect... (Bill money...)
(May I flex, may I flex, may I flex, huh?)
[Verse 4]
When the laughs drag out
When the lights die down, and
There is no more art?
Paralysis...
*gasp*
When nothing shocks
You miss your cot
The happiest memories, dark...
Paralysis, paralysis—
I try and take a walk, but, time won’t pass at all
I try and talk to God, but, they’re tired too
My own cigarette fumes annoy the shit out of me
No will to even leave
No chill, no easy sleep
I wish for pills, I wish for greed
I wish for gills to sink at sea
I wish for love, I wish to hate
Fucking dumb, let’s masturbate
Music’s great, but concerts drain
No muse for me, I rooted for pain
But not numbness
I try and mature with these crumbling functions
Eyes, sunken
Energy, suctioned
Lie there, drunken
Sunk by assumptions my lusts are presumptuous
By sultry, tongue-less
Disfunctional fuck-wits
Rusty rudders, at the junction of what’s old, and what’s untold
I love to hear the deductions
They make from in the box
Collating their cocks
Sword fighting, their jobs
None of this shocks me
I miss my cot with mommy
The purest oceans of my thoughts, made salty
So with these pesticides of petty lies, I see my life is now petrified...
‘Til to the throng, with teeth…(ah!) (ah!)
‘Til to the throng, with teeth
GIVE ME A REASON, (6x)
(Yeah, I been sick of this shit, been sick of this shit
Yeah I been sick of this shit
Sick of this shit, been sick of this shit, I'm sick of this shit
Yeah, I been sick of this, sick of this shit, I'm sick of this shit
Yeah, I been sick of this shit)
Gimmie a reason, dammit!
REASON (4x)
(Didn’t—fuck…)
[Verse 1]
Didn’t mama teach you bout that attitude?
Divot karma with haggled blueprints
I must be mad at you, shit, (Motherfuckers wanna know--)
G-Gratitude a past, but pal, w-what’s the damage?
How it do? You famished
Dick sandwich
Fuck outta here, twitchy lip
Don’t be lookin’ at me for shit
Calling me late, I tweak my wrist
S-Solitude day, I tweak for fix
B-Bullshit speak, as meek I get
Rise from fate, won’t weep at predicament
Slit, slit, slit, (ayy-yah!)
Wisp all you make out from my break out
Christen a filleted sound, bristle at the tame jowls
Pissed with my the cape out, ripping through the fake shroud
Fucking the fake, man fuck all the fake
[Bridge 1]
Actually, let’s--
Let's run this shit back
I wanna go harder
I wanna bust the man
I wanna bust the medicine out (Slap a Band-Aid on that bitch!)
I wanna bust a nuuuuuut (Aye, aye!)
(Run this shit back...run this shit back...)
(Slap a Band-Aid on that bitch, yah?
Hmm...boo-boo?)
(Shouldn't have to tell you twice...Parsley)
(Slap a Band-Aid on that bitch, yah!)
*garbled noises*
(Rah-rah, rah-rah!) (4x)
(Ice, ice, ice)
(Ay-ay, ay-ay)
(Okay, okay, okay, okay!)
(Kak-kak)
(Ya-yah...hey!) (2x)
[Verse 2]
Ain’t cake shit tryna Renaissance Man
I ate shit climbing the rock-wall trap
Attention in deficit, vacant marathon jammed with
Raiment dying--mothball that
Echelon to the Pentagon
Our sins, diamondin’
Sins, lobbyin’
Wrist, coughin’ it
Ears, hymen dead
Fears, lying us
Tears, drying up
Slip, crime stuck
Cyst, filled with
Terrible thoughts, grows over tempo’ lobe
Hysterical response, know I 10-4 that, dog (no more)
Fuckin’ did my time, take the ransom off (no more, no more, no more)
Em’ti ta’a’fi “life,” rake a plan ‘til fall
A’aight?
‘Rilla Glue, bring planter full (no more, no more, no more)
“The sky wilts to your beck and call,”
Gotta rep it, though
Evidence of definiteness in self-acceptance
Hell, or headless, though
Dismiss asepsis
Antiseptic
In the plexus
Of my melon
Repetition
Checkboxes
I "X" ‘em
Get my presents
Bill money--Let’s get me some real money
Creativity feel sluggish, I must get that real money
That steal, kill, feel-for-real money
That feel-for-real money, man...
[Bridge 2]
Yeah!
Yeah, I been sick of this shit, been sick of this shit
Yeah, I been sick of this shit
Sick of this shit, sick of this shit, I'm sick of this shit
Yeah, I been sick of this shit
Sick of this shit, been sick of this shit
YEAH I BEEN SICK OF THIS SHIT...
(stunt, stunt!)
[Verse 3]
My girl ain’t evil
Don’t look at me, though
Ja’voii on that creep-slow
Erode ‘til jug remote, muster revolt
Divulge lingo
Oak bucket, old king go
Pinko olive gringo Custer sheeple
Reload
Pills for the shills, feel good, yah
Devil shook, but the deal still stood, yah
Grillin’ a meal, flick of the tongue, yeah
Head-heels pushed, rippin’ the lung, yeah
Lifting my rung
Missing for fun
Hiss and I strike at ya jit with a mic
Nibble the hype while the shit suck my life
Ice meat sacks--might ya tell where the meet at?
Delightful discharge for a smart ass
Make’em artifacts
Fuck stars to map
One point four hours’ sleep, per hour
Tilling landlord’s fields for a lick of flour
Fuck this
Bill money, (D-L-L-L)
Bill money, (poof)
Bill money...
[Bridge 3]
Cricket sound-effect... (Bill money...)
(May I flex, may I flex, may I flex, huh?)
[Verse 4]
When the laughs drag out
When the lights die down, and
There is no more art?
Paralysis...
*gasp*
When nothing shocks
You miss your cot
The happiest memories, dark...
Paralysis, paralysis—
I try and take a walk, but, time won’t pass at all
I try and talk to God, but, they’re tired too
My own cigarette fumes annoy the shit out of me
No will to even leave
No chill, no easy sleep
I wish for pills, I wish for greed
I wish for gills to sink at sea
I wish for love, I wish to hate
Fucking dumb, let’s masturbate
Music’s great, but concerts drain
No muse for me, I rooted for pain
But not numbness
I try and mature with these crumbling functions
Eyes, sunken
Energy, suctioned
Lie there, drunken
Sunk by assumptions my lusts are presumptuous
By sultry, tongue-less
Disfunctional fuck-wits
Rusty rudders, at the junction of what’s old, and what’s untold
I love to hear the deductions
They make from in the box
Collating their cocks
Sword fighting, their jobs
None of this shocks me
I miss my cot with mommy
The purest oceans of my thoughts, made salty
So with these pesticides of petty lies, I see my life is now petrified...
‘Til to the throng, with teeth…(ah!) (ah!)
‘Til to the throng, with teeth