[Intro]
Yo, I think some of you guys are forgettin' why you call me Syko
Let me remind you...
[Verse 1]
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
Ain't many rappers who can rip syllables
Like me, man I'm like a frantic criminal
Murdering every one of you rancid miniscule
Emcees, you ain't 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 style
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 gravity
Every track's an onslaught of savagery
Bring your best verse, I'll dwarf it casually
Name's Hype 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-did.........
