[Verse 1: Sickly Sid]
I said it once, I said it again
I said it twice, went over your head
Sickly Rats is back once more and this time, it's best if you quietly tread
Yes, listen to me speak my words -- play your cards right, don't be cruel, think ahead
Me and Khads got some things to say on behalf of the artists out there that's now dead
Hey! After this past year, I've got some more peers, they should pay attention to me
22 views on SoundCloud, I'm blowing up now, boo for the bots that I read
Got some re-shares but not from upstairs, wow, aren't I feeling beastly?
I guеss it sounds better than recеiving a letter saying my record has bricked like Adam, Beastie
Intergalactic, planetary -- sounds like I'm spitting out there or in a cemetary
Can't tell if an empty void or the middle of the street suits better for my commentary
My whole life I've had the habit of saying the wrong stuff way too soon
Let me introduce myself if you missed it -- I'm Sickly Sid and I'm back from the moon
[Verse 2: Khada]
Do it for the fans, do it if you can
This the shit that's gonna have Def Jam in a black van
Rick Rubin gonna hire a hitman
I'll take the piss man, frill my neck and hiss man
This the story of a man and his unfinished verse
This the story of a man ready to finish first
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn it
Don't make me pull all up on your mans then
Where has the rats been?
I fucked around and found a key
I've learned enough just to sit and let it be
What you see on the surface of the industry, a bunch of fuckin' leeches and you're speechless on the bleachers
Sid and I aren't gonna be the teachers
We take the intercom and spit on the speakers
Ya'll white kids in your sneakers don't know shit about the fuckin' moochers
Intergalactic planetary -- feels like I'm in a locker or crouchin' in a fuckin' tree
Can't tell if a TED Talk or blood on the streets suits better for my commentary
Awake the rodent within, I'm gnawing through your shoestrings also the hair on your chin
Three tapes in a row, we on a binge
I relate to nothin' better than my own fuckin' kin
What does it take to posses all the clout?
How many tapes can Soundcloud allow?
How many fakes can blend in with the crowd?
Willing to risk everything that you're about?
Stick to your jazz roots while I got a leak roof
All my skin is see-through so you all can peep through
I've always had this habit of saying shit too soon
Ya'll know is Khada Rat, he's back from the tomb
I said it once, I said it again
I said it twice, went over your head
Sickly Rats is back once more and this time, it's best if you quietly tread
Yes, listen to me speak my words -- play your cards right, don't be cruel, think ahead
Me and Khads got some things to say on behalf of the artists out there that's now dead
Hey! After this past year, I've got some more peers, they should pay attention to me
22 views on SoundCloud, I'm blowing up now, boo for the bots that I read
Got some re-shares but not from upstairs, wow, aren't I feeling beastly?
I guеss it sounds better than recеiving a letter saying my record has bricked like Adam, Beastie
Intergalactic, planetary -- sounds like I'm spitting out there or in a cemetary
Can't tell if an empty void or the middle of the street suits better for my commentary
My whole life I've had the habit of saying the wrong stuff way too soon
Let me introduce myself if you missed it -- I'm Sickly Sid and I'm back from the moon
[Verse 2: Khada]
Do it for the fans, do it if you can
This the shit that's gonna have Def Jam in a black van
Rick Rubin gonna hire a hitman
I'll take the piss man, frill my neck and hiss man
This the story of a man and his unfinished verse
This the story of a man ready to finish first
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn it
Don't make me pull all up on your mans then
Where has the rats been?
I fucked around and found a key
I've learned enough just to sit and let it be
What you see on the surface of the industry, a bunch of fuckin' leeches and you're speechless on the bleachers
Sid and I aren't gonna be the teachers
We take the intercom and spit on the speakers
Ya'll white kids in your sneakers don't know shit about the fuckin' moochers
Intergalactic planetary -- feels like I'm in a locker or crouchin' in a fuckin' tree
Can't tell if a TED Talk or blood on the streets suits better for my commentary
Awake the rodent within, I'm gnawing through your shoestrings also the hair on your chin
Three tapes in a row, we on a binge
I relate to nothin' better than my own fuckin' kin
What does it take to posses all the clout?
How many tapes can Soundcloud allow?
How many fakes can blend in with the crowd?
Willing to risk everything that you're about?
Stick to your jazz roots while I got a leak roof
All my skin is see-through so you all can peep through
I've always had this habit of saying shit too soon
Ya'll know is Khada Rat, he's back from the tomb
( Sickly Rats )
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