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Sick Lyrics
[Intro]
Jarren Benton
[Verse]
Yeah, sick of pain, I'm sick of losing, sick of boozing
Sick of pussy ass niggas, man, I'm sick of music
Sick of radio gypping us out of airtime
Sick of this fucking barber that's bringing back my hairline
Sick of niggas saying, "J, you need a sicker single
You know, something for the club, with a catchy jingle"
Sick of skinny jeans, I'm sipping promethazine
I throw this molotov cocktail at your limousine
Sick of being broke, sick of rappers saying
"If I weren't rapping I'd prolly be out selling coke"
Sick of republicans hating on Obama
Yet I'm sick of Obama, sick of fucking your mama, nigga
Sick of jerkin' off, sick of ramen noodles
This is fight back music, get your moms approval
[?] beautiful, nervous, biting my cuticles
Body these fucking rappers and have a seat at their funeral
Sick of MTV not playing videos
Sick of niggas getting on with bullshit material
I'm sick of hating on niggas that's getting on
By the time I'm done writing I'm fucking sick of the song
I'm sick of flicking this needle inside my palm
To get me that quick fix, I stick the shit in my arm
I'm a bomb getting ready to detonate
Got my hand on a razor blade and I'm coming right for your face
Uh, I'm sick of worrying, sick of stressing
Sick of bill collectors saying "We're sending you to collections"
Jarren Benton, sick as an infection
Sick of being lost with no direction
Sick of fucking hoes with no protection, sick as Riggs on Lethal Weapon
Damien, eat 'em up for breakfast
Evil presence, 9 milli', MAC-10, MAC-11
Pack a weapon, crack his melon, faggots yellin', tattle tellin'
You niggas pussy as Ellen
I'm illy, still at it, nah, nigga, I'm Illmatic
Fiendin' for microphones, I'm a real addict
Sick of trippin', brains missing
Stick the clip in, fuck this shit, nigga, I'm sick of living
Jarren Benton
[Verse]
Yeah, sick of pain, I'm sick of losing, sick of boozing
Sick of pussy ass niggas, man, I'm sick of music
Sick of radio gypping us out of airtime
Sick of this fucking barber that's bringing back my hairline
Sick of niggas saying, "J, you need a sicker single
You know, something for the club, with a catchy jingle"
Sick of skinny jeans, I'm sipping promethazine
I throw this molotov cocktail at your limousine
Sick of being broke, sick of rappers saying
"If I weren't rapping I'd prolly be out selling coke"
Sick of republicans hating on Obama
Yet I'm sick of Obama, sick of fucking your mama, nigga
Sick of jerkin' off, sick of ramen noodles
This is fight back music, get your moms approval
[?] beautiful, nervous, biting my cuticles
Body these fucking rappers and have a seat at their funeral
Sick of MTV not playing videos
Sick of niggas getting on with bullshit material
I'm sick of hating on niggas that's getting on
By the time I'm done writing I'm fucking sick of the song
I'm sick of flicking this needle inside my palm
To get me that quick fix, I stick the shit in my arm
I'm a bomb getting ready to detonate
Got my hand on a razor blade and I'm coming right for your face
Uh, I'm sick of worrying, sick of stressing
Sick of bill collectors saying "We're sending you to collections"
Jarren Benton, sick as an infection
Sick of being lost with no direction
Sick of fucking hoes with no protection, sick as Riggs on Lethal Weapon
Damien, eat 'em up for breakfast
Evil presence, 9 milli', MAC-10, MAC-11
Pack a weapon, crack his melon, faggots yellin', tattle tellin'
You niggas pussy as Ellen
I'm illy, still at it, nah, nigga, I'm Illmatic
Fiendin' for microphones, I'm a real addict
Sick of trippin', brains missing
Stick the clip in, fuck this shit, nigga, I'm sick of living
[Outro]
"You know, I—I said a lot of stuff about where I was gonna go, what I was gonna be and [?]—I just wanted you to know that, uh, I wasn't giving you some kind of line, you know, that I meant it."
"I never wanted to be famous, I just, uh... I didn't expect to be so... wow... ordinary."
"No, this is not about me, this is about us. We always said we would change the world, now is our chance. You don't make history by following the rules, you make it by seizing the moment."
"I'll see you... in a few."
"You know, I—I said a lot of stuff about where I was gonna go, what I was gonna be and [?]—I just wanted you to know that, uh, I wasn't giving you some kind of line, you know, that I meant it."
"I never wanted to be famous, I just, uh... I didn't expect to be so... wow... ordinary."
"No, this is not about me, this is about us. We always said we would change the world, now is our chance. You don't make history by following the rules, you make it by seizing the moment."
"I'll see you... in a few."
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- 1.Freebasing
- 3.Skitzo
- 5.Fuck You Too
- 6.Lean
- 9.Lord Knows
- 10.G.E.D.
- 13.Turbo Ozone
- 14.Problem
- 15.Nothing Remains
- 16.Sick
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Release Date
June 28, 2012
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