Problem - Epidemic

Yo!

I grab the pen without no hesitation

My style’ll shit or dead your reputation

I fill your head with sedatives and heavy medication

'Til you hallucinate and elevate through meditation

My wicked team’ll split to get the green like vegetation

I grab the clip with an intention to twist

I miss whack spitters?

What type of dimension is this?

Open ribs, if you flinch I leave you stricken with fists

Scream out the realms of a malicious abyss

«Hex, nigga!»

The line filler

Wicked lyrics spiller with coded language

You think you illest, and I’m Atilla — my flow is anguish

You clocking dough then do like a killer and blow with cannons

Cause for the scrilla my gorillas will go bananas

Lyrically rape you, make you doubt the entity you pray to

You’re not in my vicinity, I take you

My state of mind with mine is like a movie scene, I break you

You take one of mine, I’mma take two

My lyrics can raise you, lace you over the vocals then erase you

Then I lower them heads and let the bass through

Y’all do it like the fakes do, real emcees is who we’re giving praise to

Taking over the game and get the cake too

(Why?)

…Cause I’m a problem

Son I wonder why you fucking with me

Known to grip a beat and heat it up a hundred degrees

I’m hungry for beef, and I got my fleet hunting with me

Shit ya’ll niggas need to study for me, motherfuckers

Cause I’m a problem!

Son I wonder why you fucking with me

Known to grip a beat and heat it up a hundred degrees

I’m hungry for beef, and I got my fleet hunting with me

So get your books out and study for me, motherfuckers

Cause I’m a problem!

Ayo I’m writing to death

Call me Scion, designed to perfect

The blood supply to my chest, can prove I am the best

My mind can detect, the energy that I can reflect

The same ultraviolet rays and ways that lie on my flesh

If, I ain’t the best, flying lions man cause I ain’t impressed

I been dying to put these fire lines to the test

But now I’m just chilling with villains and vested goons

If I ain’t stealing appealing to me is a necklace jewels

How many of y’all stretching my ketchup and vegetables

You enter hard, flexing and exit with exit wounds

Controlling y’all, you can go and get who you want involved

I’m throwing chromes exploding that’s leaving your skull dissolved

Yelling «mayday!»

is your protocol

I’m spitting the sin so I should be hitting the pin like a bowling ball

I got a trick for all you smart alecs and know-it-alls

You’re all fake, you’re spitting a lie and faux as fraud

Grab you and break fifty-two bones apart

Aim at your chest and play fifty-two pickup like I was throwing cards

Overall, I’m wishing, living happily, grinning

That has to be given, the ways my bars are locked and shackled in prison

Half of my writtens are troubled puzzles trapped in the system

Like capitalism, that’s a perfect prime example I’m giving

All I did was ask you to listen, but you find it confusing

Find a solution, you the mathematician

The illing spree niggas

Make your head knod