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Candi And The Backbeat - The Plague lyrics
Yo, yo, yo (sick intentions)
 Word up Yak Skywalker (sick intentions)
 Balls (sick intentions)
 (Verse 1)
 I blast a page from thoughts cast away
 Lettin off like a AK, equiped wit a full clip
 but hollow tip bullets sent my finga on the trigga
 sicka than tom green and a sinna god dressed as Hitler
 It's Yak the Ripper, pay your respects or get dealt wit
 but I ain't playin witta full deck
 Sort of a prodigy, emcees drop quietly
 Found wit espestice in they nose after the autopsy
 Yo don't get vexed cause your whore jocks me
 Coppin pleas for detox trynna xerox the raw copy
 Step to the master and peace god it's over bee
 If on an instrumental I see the bitch in you
 Gimme a second and I'll tear out your ovaries
 This is the code of the beat from the low key
 scientist with the iron fist, who acts strange
 Got a monkey in my lab witta virus that attacks brains
 But I'm immune to it, see mine's polluted
 to the point where sunnin kids ain't enough rappers get executed
 Few understand the character behind the music
 let alone try to meet my skill halfway
 I'll cremate your little rap in a ashtray
 Yo to all you muh'fuckers feminine like ballet
 Yo take this as I dictate the script
 You wanna battle? Don't take the risk just bear witness
 and listen to the God as he blaze the shit
 (chorus)
 Sick intentions (3x)
 Leave most MC's lost in my sentence
 ..
 Fuck a four five you know how I'm rollin
 Trip six rock and leave the mic smokin
 Balls caroded disease and unleashin the demons
 poses your frame you stop breathin
 till the air is pleasin but softly killin ya
 No mercy god, you given up
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 It makes you sick, the plague's in your area
 (Berse 2)
 I spit a verse and the earth tilts in all
 cause I twist the sinister add a beautiful metaphor
 Watch how I manipulate the raw, sing along or bring it on
 I write ya future till the ink is gone, word bond
 Life is like growed tech scenes, operation stress cream
 Worn out Guess jeans, hope flow and joke cluts
 A million and one kids rhyme
 and they all tryna sound like gold fronts
 but they all tarnish they all garbage
 I'm so dope you should go into comatose
 cause too much of the voice will lead to overdose
 It's heartless consider the issue wit ya conscious
 twice before my squadron strikes embalms the mic
 causing conflict crucially, cause musically
 you just can't take the abuse, the juice is loose like Starburst
 I flood ya brain witta million ball verse
 and I demand your attention man
 This is eons beyond your simple level of comprehension mind bendin, I'm sendin,
 infects ya straight to your cranium quick
 It makes you sick, it makes you sick
 Duns get lit like indiglo
 It's Yak Ballz your neighborhoods Deuce Bigalow
 I leave em breathless like death kiss under the mistletoe
 For real who think they seein me?
 Better get a eye examination, so ill there is no vaxination
 It's like masterbatin when I take off
 load of stress out on paper
 Just play the drum track and I'll slaughter it
 Hold up first let me snatch the M-I
 like it was helpless still kiddie in the orphanage
 and make the hottest act on ya label feel subordinate
 Have your dome pourest ya mind singing my chorus
 Fuck a audience gods like this muh'fuckers on some shit
 Yo it's about to pour just don't get caught in it
 All you faggot deejay's, if you ain't got me on ya playlist
 Incorporate this, shit is dangerous, contagious
 My voice effects your cranium quick, it makes ya sick
(chorus 1x)











