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Lyrify.me

Redeemer by Sicknal Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

[Verse1]
I been trying to get that spark back
'Til I said fuck rap
I'm complex it's what sets me apart man
God bless all these rap noobs
For they know not what they do
I walk among them, part man, part statue
With its arm stretched!
Motherfuckers claim they're monsters
Maybe Lochness!
Never seen on any projects
Thought I needed killer concepts
Punchlines with the right hook
But I can beat the competition with a motherfucking Com-sketch
It's like I'm God sent, 'cause your bars stink
Like dog piss on a park bench
Met a tall bitch from Parklands
Made her suck the bonе like pork ribs
Talk shit in your wall bitch
'Til you get handed a cap likе the spot that you park in
Your comments are like swamp water to a Croc's skin
Y'all can kiss a fucking foreskin
I been a Cape Town that's why they're try'na see me boxed in
'Cause the rhymes' smoother than porcelain (uh)
Try'na alienate me is gonna cost 'em (uh)
Ain't nobody flyer, make the sauce drip (ooh)
Got Grimehouse to endorse him (uh)
Now we dubstepping over corpses (uh)
Ain't nobody flyer make the sauce drip
Got Grimehouse to endorse him
Now we dubstepping over these corpses
2020 welcome to the moon
2020 that's the vision too
2020 welcome to the moon
2020 that's the vision too!
I go hard at everything I do
You be soft (Ubisoft) that's Division 2
Stick and move when I'm in the booth
Rap niggas getting kicked in their "poes"
On the mic I'm the Dolemite
Cold as ice, ghost writer to a Poltergeist
Only thing I love in this world is my
Grandma and every hoe I've "chised"
She told me I blow her mind
It's only right, she buy me a ride home tonight
So polite - ly I decline bitch
The only tips I'll ever take is my own advice
I got exes that talk shit about you boy still
I got friends that done lost faith in their boy still
I ain't mad at you, I wish you well and I love you still
Even though now my heart cold as alloy steel
Sicker Reconize boy chill
I been dishing out raw deals
See (sea) your life, yeah you poised till
I fuck up that air about you like an oil spill (sea life, poised, oil spill)
I should be on pills
You ain't with The Boys, you Chase broads
Now they're fingers Deep in your gills
How am I not the illest in the city?
It is silly to even list me with these shitty mcees
Don't ever mention me
In the same breath as these FB rappers
SC rappers, NPC rappers
Low level easy to gain XP rappers
Wack beat rappers
Shit talking, no drive having, back seat rappers
I tear 'em up like gatsby wrappers
Sicker you'll never be at the level I'm at
I'm a killer, clinical like Kylian
No Achilles heel, ain't no kidding
I'm the king like Acacus the Arcadian
Quit your complaining and fix your bar game
And if you don't stop blaming
Everybody else for y'all being lame
You gon' collide with a bat son like my name Damian
Don't be a cry baby I'm...
Using what God gave me
Y'all sound crazy now
If I got light bars, it's vibranium
Don't be a cry baby I'm
Using what God gave me
Y'all sound crazy now!
And if I got light bars, it's vibranium
Man dem wanna test us
They can never best us
We outta the streets but the streets never left us
I went to the club and I balled, Uncle Fester
Tears of a jester
How you get back in gear when everything is messed up?
Grinding, staying alive is my quest but
I can't find the drive in myself like a Tesla
Don't got it all upstairs
Devil in the kitchen, I'm in the guest house
I been the best out SA before I even had tracks out
But when they make a list, I'm left out
Got me with the razor and the wrist out? Na
Try'na see me tap out
Man go beast mode, man keep feeding on the beats though
Man keep feeding on the beats though (ay)
Man shit spinning on repeat though (ay)
Man dem chilling on the beach though (ay)
Coloured "laaitie" from the ghetto
Life expectancy, barely over twenty
There he go again he keeps beating odds
Keeps spitting nuts, bars
Like Godzilla after swallowing a fucking garage
Sou d the fucking alarms
Sicker the psycho's at large
What's a king to a God?
What's a Michael Myers to an Arthur Fleck?
Got my side bitch offing heads off the bat
You dare and like Hubert
You getting killed on a track