Infamuss D

Infamuss D

 Omaha, Nebraska, USA
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Sickness

Written By: Infamuss D

Sick of waiting patient for my day to shine
They telling me that its a waist of time for me to try
To make it with the way I rhyme
I don't think you realize
It’s a way to find my way
Through this terrain
All in this game of life

Sick of waiting patient for my day to shine,
I’m sick of waiting, I’m sick of waiting,
I’m sick (sick)
Sick of waiting patient for my day to shine, I’m sick of waiting,
I’m sick of waiting...

Sharper than a razor knife, hey yo!
I concentrate on keeping a proper state of mind
Steady staying on a grind
To really say what’s on my mind
Stepping up in the game of mics
Very soon in time
Yes indeed, I'll take what mine

It’s more to me than writing lyrics
its for real my way of life
I don't give a fuck if you don't want to hear it
I'll continue blowing up the stage and I've
Committed arson
Every time I blaze a mic down...

Listen to the words I've orchestrated as they intertwine
Formulated artistry of broken syllables
I masterminded
It emerges from the one who lived through such a crazy time,
Of violence, drug addiction, mental institutions, didn't make it right
Mixed with suicidal tendencies, havin’ thoughts to take my life,
What I really need
Is a way to hypnotize my mind to silence the conflicted pedal
This delusion in my mind, release it,
Speak it through the mic but I'm..

Sick of waiting patient for my day to shine
They telling me that its a waist of time for me to try
To make it with the way I rhyme
I don't think you realize
It’s a way to find my way
Through this terrain
All in this game of life

Sick of waiting patient for my day to shine,
I’m sick of waiting, I’m sick of waiting,
I’m sick (sick)
Sick of waiting patient for my day to shine, I’m sick of waiting,
I’m sick of waiting...

Don't gotta explanation
Why my rhyme’s so complicated
Maybe when I write sedated
While my eyes are dilated
Trapped up in a catatonic state of this hallucination
Of early fascination, mapped up in ironic fate
Of obligation in order to ruin future reputations
Delivered by manipulation
This my definition of a way
To demonstrate elimination of the fakeness muthafucka
By use of strangulation
Like to make them suffer!

Just so I can wipe the smirk up off they raggedy faces
After making 'em fell the wrath
Of my verbal assassination
Laughing over the fact that I’m kind of glad that you hate it
It was lyrical defibrillation that kickstarted
My imperial hypnotic
Which further occurred with word
Murderous asphyxiation I premeditated
But first
Listen to the verse
Serving the curse of this here laceration
Leaving you aggravated
But I’m sick!

Sick of waiting patient for my day to shine
They telling me that its a waist of time for me to try
To make it with the way I rhyme
I don't think you realize
It’s a way to find my way
Through this terrain
All in this game of life

Sick of waiting patient for my day to shine,
I’m sick of waiting, I’m sick of waiting,
I’m sick (sick)
Sick of waiting patient for my day to shine, I’m sick of waiting,
I’m sick of waiting...

Definitely I’m
Already ahead of your’s with this
I’m making you feel the force of this
Head-on collision course of which
A lethal lyrical bonafide contortionist
Has brought a hell of a storm with his
Mystical metamorphosis
The goal to get is killing the competition like an abortionist
With my performances
Havin’ the rest of them on life support you bitch
You sit there wondering why you falling short to this
Next time you better be putting just a little more torque in it
I never consort with non-rhetorical sort of shit
So I gotta retort
With the metaphors I flip
Resort to put the order in the court with this
But now
You
Better go sit back on the bench you was warming kid
As you looking around they talking about you
As if you had been stuck with a hideous deformative
Then I’m gonna be making you forfeit quick
I’m breaking them off with this
I’m shaking them off and split
By the end of my song
I’m gonna be the one victorious
I’m sick, sick, sick, Sick!

Sick of waiting patient for my day to shine
They telling me that its a waist of time for me to try
To make it with the way I rhyme
I don't think you realize its a way to find my way
Through this terrain all in this game of life

Sick of waiting patient for my day to shine,
I’m sick of waiting, I’m sick of waiting
I’m sick (sick)
Sick of waiting patient for my day to shine, I’m sick of waiting
I’m sick of waiting.

Discography

I'm Warnin' Ya - Single
Curse of my Life - The EP
Sickness - Single