I Sickle Lyrics

Put me under anesthesia, diagnose me with amnesia

G.O.D. is the only teacher

My pen's homies with the reaper

They think they Kobe from the bleachers

Their photos on a t-shirt

R.I.P. memorabilia

Though it wasn't my M.O. to kill ya

O.G. from Hialeah, words I'm a whack-a-mole sneakers

From beepers and Nokias, no fears or phobias

Peered through a magnifying glass still don't see ya

Oh dear, time to tattoo a couple more tears, here I go again

Don't let my ink get under your skin, it's downhill from here, no skiin'

Rapper so dapper, the swagger European

Like my old BMW, Pockets as green as the Grinch

Who seems to make another appearance in my lyrics, damn

Guess I'm cursed with this gift, connecting lines in cursive

From Vanessa to Nebuchadnezzar with Morpheus

Modern day Orpheus, all up in her orifice

Got them saying "Oh shit, who is this"

I sickle

I sickle

I sickle

Look,

Bite my tongue so you can forget me

Play the background silently

Rules of the game are rudimentary

More rhymes than names in my memory

Time and place and a fee for entry, post where eyes can see

The life of an emcee, strive for my destiny, write to the next beat

When shit gets hectic, I'm unaffected in every

Single one of my enemies' minds, I'm definitely living rent-free

Skeptics turn into fanatics within a century

Snap like Khaled on a jet ski

On thin ice like Wayne Gretzky

Reaching my goals while things get messy

Test my greatness, keep them guessing

All that hate's deeply depressing

Aim sharp as a blade, you throw shade and get sniped like Wesley

Life is a movie and music's realer than wrestling

What's more relief, nights with less sleep or resting in peace

In frigid and frozen Hoboken, eyes open, awoken

Miyamoto Musashi, in a duel with his duo oak bokkens leaving bones broken

In the mirror's my only opponent though to be honest, I don't know him

Left ghosted, unspoken got me saying "Whose this? oh shhh..."

I sickle

I sickle

I sickle