Syndrome - The disease
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In my life there is no champagne
no shame some pain
Too poor for the bubbles
A magnet for the troubles
Cock you gun and try pull
The trigga, call the grave digga
Wont matter cuz this is one wigga
bigga, than life on this planet
Too ill, radio will ban it
Fans demand it, they expand it
Through the cyberspace
Ill get to first place at my own pace
State my case to the bassline
talk about fury
you will have to face mine!
It takes time, but I will go for the top
No stop, while you flip flop
and sing pop, get your record in the shop
The lyrics i drop, gets attention from a cop
Cuz what i spit is hip hop!
Enter my domain and sustain
the main frame of my reign
will remain - ill spit it plain
You aint old school - just in need of rogain
muthafucka shame!
Put the mic in my hand, rhymes get slain
Disgusting and dirty, like the hair in your drain
Back up gramps, or ill kick of your cain
Dont give a fuck if your older
Got more tracks in your folder
Cuz too me, you fuckin dirt on my shoulder
Syndrome has grown, and gotten bolder
I got more allies, wise guys, get between thighs
nominated for the nobel prize, which implies
That im about to arise, grow in size
aim for the skies and jah supplies
a surprise so I shout: Decriminalize
Red eyes - well disguised behind shades
Im sick of playin charades
Tell me what the fuck is up with kids throwing grenades
Corrupt police making raids
When the cameras are off, public interest fades
Now noone gives a fuck about a kid with aids
But ima make you look, me and two sharp blades
Make you cross the river styx to hades
Make you see faces of innocent babies
Watch out when i bite, im infected by rabies
Yeah mothafucka, one more verse
more than one curse,
On a straight course while you in reverse
I used to be extravagant e, but see
I dont feel that to be real anymore
times have changed, life feels more raw
The things I saw, altered my brain
Like that night in the rain
A young girl about to leap
End her life so cheap
I swayed her not to
She asked "who are you?"
I said im syndrome, the world is my home
I got freakish powers up in my dome
I spit a diseace, i fear if you come near
You'll be infected by it dear
She said "it cant be, from the words that I hear"
I said, that's the infection,
like a spear
Penetrates like an erection
Its natural selection
The survival of syndrome the fittest
Syndrome the illest
Out with the old in with the new
Ima make the whole industry beg by my shoe
sucka, what!? what!? Fuck you!
Hope you enjoyed that, look out for the finished track! :)
Deep down, below the surface of your town, in the gutters
of the underground - that's where i can be found
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