1st of all im not new here by a long shot, im not here to abide by anyone's petty pathetic rules to please your worthless, low minded pointless little egos on here, I don't care for your child like drama, at least i have the balls to step up and say as i wish to a persons face unlike the 90% of you people on this site that back stab lie manipulate, no names but i know who you are.
2nd don't message me saying you added and rated me, bla bla bla i know that old trick don't play me, i see everything around me and take in everything i don't miss a thing.
I think a lot of you guys forget why they call me SYKO
I'll remind you.
Your tracks are like four-in-the-morning,
It's boring-I'm-snoring,
You heard me, I'm already-soaring,
Without no talk of waring-or-storing,
Bags of coke in my draw-'cause-I'm-poor-and,
That I will "Bus tru your door-and-be-pouring,
You and your boys blood all over the flooring",
Fuck that, I'm raw-and-exploring,
New avenues, audibly-drawing,
Works of art boy I'm forming-a-pure-and,
Incredible sound while more-are-applauding,
ha, Talking like a G when I've got your chick here orally-warming!
So keep the 'hood talk' antics-minimal,
Aint many rappers who can-rip-syllables,
Like me, man I'm like a frantic-criminal,
Murdering every one of you rancid-miniscule,
Emcees, you aint on my wave-length,
Save-strength,
Couldn't give a shit if you're making g's or you make-pence,
When I spit these bars I'm insane-hence,
The reason everybody calls me 'Syko',
Whether on a rap, or whether on a Grime-flow,
Man I spit major, you man are microbes,
Got this game more twisted than a cyclone,
This is my 'SykoTherapy',
Fuck all the gun talk, I wrote-cleverly,
Like Akala in 'Find-No-Enemy',
Cause nowadays sense is what I-don't-ever-see,
Too many man-wanna-chat,
About the gangs-and-the-straps,
Never had their hands-on-a-gat,
Yet they wanna talk gangster-in-tracks,
Please-bitch,
Already proved that you don't have to spit-this-G-shit,
Brought real talk since day dot, and fans feel me more than a chick-with-3-clits,
You don't want piece-of-this,
For me bringing hits is a piece-of-piss,
All I hear from your tunes are some decent-kicks,
You're dry, get munched like Wheetabix,
Could already call me a veteran,
Bombs are what you'd better-bring ,
If you wanna be meddling,
It's evident,
I'm severing,
Every one of the residents,
Of this Rap Game and I'm setting the precedent,
You're better off settling,
Every week this sickness is developing,
Couldn't picture the terror-in-my-cerebrum,
Dosed up on Cocaine, Ketamine-and-Heroin,
Drop a 'P' from rapping, that's what I do-when-I-spit,
Force fuck the haters chatting, smashing the booth-into-bits,
Spray bars like an uzi cappin, Have your brain oozing-in-drips,
Mind blown from the shit I'm stashing, like Snoop Dogg twosing-a-spliff,
I'm 1 double 0 percent worth-the-while,
I make the beats, write, and I'm versatile,
Give me any genre, I'll murk-a-forbidden,
That's why when people hate, I just smirk-or-smile,
Rappers talk all greezy-and-lethal,
Truth is none of you feebles-are-equal,
I'll easily-cease-you,
Too many years has this game been in need-of-upheaval,
When I spit man I cause-calamity,
Won't be brought down, fuck the force-of-of-gravity,
Every track's an onslaught-of-savagery,
Bring your best verse, I'll dwarf-it-casually,
Name's SYKO and I came-for-the-title,
On point like I'm aiming-a-rifle,
You don't want me named-as-a-rival,
Bring the apocalypse claimed-in-the-bible,
Blood, sweat and tears I've split-for-my-work
SykoRecordz, built-from-the-dirt,
Nuts with the bars I've been ill-from-the-first,
Few words out my mouth and I'm still-gonna-murc,
Til' I'm at a legendary-status,
Til then, I won't ever-be-hasteless,
You can hate, or be evasive,
But in the end you'll never do what S-Y-K-O did.........
