Alias:

Sik-em get at me dog, I'll lyrically neuter ya emcee anatomy
its natural law like gravity how I fill ya cavity with Duracell batteries
with lightening bolt speed, dont hype this jokes dream… cuz he’ll only excel gradually
Disconnect his jaw, got Sik sippin on boost while Imma beef eater
Battle me? ya playin with death like slap-boxin the Grim Reaper
I get deeper like a swamp creature my grey matter's too dense
ya future, a freestyle tragedy..naw better yet its a business expense
I was well equipped, ya verse screams drama but lags in suspense
Confused & ego brused go lead ya fellow noobs like a future without a past
This emcee has the gift of gab & lines soo dope they make fiends gasp
Dog grabbing a bible was vital for survival at the moment of my arrival
I got ya idle and spinin spirals, makin moves like a wash cycle
My rhyme per line is beyond your mind and any sense of time
Inclined to the grind my enzymes spread light about as bright as sunshine
its a crime, been here a year...should know better than to face me alone
get castor Troyed, cut straight to the bone and rip your face off your dome.
my heat is elite, Im a lyrical athlete, you cant compete
I thrill like victory making you retreat with the agony of defeat.
All ya writtens sound the same so I'm putting this kitten to shame.
I stay spittin some flames and with these rhymes i'll be splittin ya frame.
Munchin on lames captain crunch lines, desentigrate all ya wack punchlines,
the way I've just ate up SikStyle you'd think it was lunchtime
and oh by the way I gotta also add a NoHomo
cuz OKPs resident gay rapper goes by the name "Stilo Enfermo"
Go cop my album...and put your Master on replay
I got breath control...flow on this punk for THREE DAYS
It's a matter of heart you fag, I'll scatter your parts so bad
They'll put ya body in a bag & ya empty casket on E-Bay


Sikstyle:

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i leave dreams demolished quick wit a sonic kick
do ya job dick and go mod all the board politics
the truth sets you free lets keep it straight realistic
siks no alias, I engrave spit ballistics
registered weapon, I gotta license to kill,// you got a
permit to suck n the end date says NIL
whatever you pitch at me, I'm hittin a home run// n
whatever you spit at me, IT TAKES ONE TO KNOW-ONE
alias, shit, bitch I'm grippin ya wrists// swift
twist, rip, twitch as ya beat witcha own fists!
you aint cheatin death so stay sleepin in bed// 1
view my rhyme read, you deletin the thread
look, well keep it simple you can speak on the crew// use a
few generic lines you stocked up fa sik dudes
even do a little research, touch on the icon
just know right from wrong, turn ya got damn mic off// I
SIKeM wit knives, towards the flickerin light
I'm fit to roll a carpet up with spit, like a dyke
a couple suckas felt you, SON, but Ima melt you
come home, cold stare, unbuckle n belt you
kid you dismissed, son I'm gunnin for lif// tryna
fuck wit a Sik Mind is a Freudian Slip// I switch
Know-Ones to No-Bodies, leave em wit heads chopped// so
pull yaself right like a highway rest stop!!

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"u wanna play ball or u wanna fight?" -- ray brown in the gym