Anointing of the Sick

(Abidiel singing in Spanish)

Yo, I called Sick Jacken and told that nigga I'm sick of rapping

He told me to find all the hatahs plan and get the clapping

I'm sick of yapping I told Cynic let's get the mashing

We on the flight to LA squeaking in the ratchets

Security on me like its 9/11, you betta find the Reverend

Call your fam up and try to find a blessing

No time for stressing only maculate versions

You niggas bitching put your tampons back in your purses

Shit, if Psycho betta buck down we matching the wages

We collide wit the unit and put it back in your faces

Nigga, back to the basics, I'm lacing my Chuck Taylors

Who proposed to the game, now I'm getting my tux tailored

I treat every stage like the Garden of Eden

I'm the serpent in the trees that'll stop you from breathing

The vocal, pato loco from Illadel to Acapulco

The local is locked; time to lick a shot to rock the global

And I read the puto thru my recital it's suicidal

Accu cycle banks so heavy that we ruin idols

And I ain't fucking wit this new arrivals

Man I been leaking off and on since the days of the unit rhinos

You rival the pussy I'm cocky they push me

I'm vynl who said, there ain't no future for minor whino

I wanna leave shit stained in the rap game

So I got a sick as clique wit the wrath of Kane

You know the name Psycho's run it like its nutting mayne

Where the million bald heads looking like fucking gangs

Worldwide symphony killing spree wit a guillotine

The shit is getting sick after clicking up wit the Philly team

My heroin rap keeps stem going back for the trap

I tap a vein, Jacks is the insane brain of the camp

We run shit like when Hussein reigned

It's the art of execution and we shoot you sane

(Abidiel singing in Spanish)

Yeah, you can still catch me out in the streets, blazed up

You know we deep and keep running them up

I try to chill so we put the guns down

But the streets got us by the balls

Shit, it's hard not to gun out