Yo!
Yeah, what's up muthafuckers,
Yo! where my Clik-O-Sick niggas at?
Yo,! June, Chris, Nick, Yo, what up yo?
127, Lynden, what's the deal?
Yo! Dplanet, Charl, Spook.
Yo all my real niggas, Rams, what up?
Yo Hurt 'em.
It's Clik-O-Sick the first chapter,
Trusenz the lone actor,
The raptor that snaps more backs than chiropractors,
Now to the hereafter,
The sole benefactor of laughter at malefactors who lack practice,
Keep it moving along and singing a song,
The underground where you must prove to be strong,
No mercy for the feint hearted and straight-edged,
And those expelled have let the love go straight to their heads,
I exist in the form of the futuristic norm,
December 18th, born in the middle of a storm,
Niggas were hatin', my coming meant MCs weren't safe,
We ain't debatin' son, the battle means I'm up in your face,
Come get a taste of the flavour that explains my wild behaviour,
The way I rage on every page, nothing can save you,
The aftershock of my words, rush of my venom,
Clik-O-Sickos, the real deal, come and get some!
Yo it's the real deal Clik-O-Sick,
Real shit nigga, What's up?!
And yo son, I'm not giving a fuck!
So then tell 'em (what!)
Get 'em (what!)
Rip 'em (what!)
Yeah baby, what's up,
The first to move be the first gettin' touched.
Yo it's the real deal Clik-O-Sick,
Real shit nigga, What's up?!
And yo son, I'm not giving a fuck!
So then tell 'em (what!)
Get 'em (what!)
Rip 'em (what!)
Yeah baby, what's up,
The first to move be the first gettin' touched.
After the storm comes the calm,
After the riot comes the change,
That's why we steady tryin' to get paid,
Stay rockin' shows liver, ideas like McGuyver,
This is real life, there's no immunity for survivors,
Hard times is what you facing, gotta deal with the stress,
And put it all together, you can feel it get tense,
Love your neighbour like your brother,
Keeps your enemies informed,
Tears coming out your mother isn't why you were born,
After the days come the weeks and the months to follow,
After triumph, the challenges that love to follow,
After loss comes depression then a time to come back,
Once bitten, twice shy, kid, it's time to react,
After me comes another, let me get it while I can,
I got problems, but can't keep blaming the lighter man,
Reconcile my inner being with the strength of my team,
And resurrect my ancestors with the message I bring.
Yo it's the real deal Clik-O-Sick,
Real shit nigga, What's up?!
And yo son, I'm not giving a fuck!
So then tell 'em (what!)
Get 'em (what!)
Rip 'em (what!)
Yeah baby, what's up,
The first to move be the first gettin' touched.
Yo it's the real deal Clik-O-Sick,
Real shit nigga, What's up?!
And yo son, I'm not giving a fuck!
So then tell 'em (what!)
Get 'em (what!)
Rip 'em (what!)
Yeah baby, what's up,
The first to move be the first gettin' touched.
Before music there was silence, the heart was the beat,
Ready to change itself to rhythm to be partly complete,
And poetry was what we saw, it was visibly raw,
So it was up to us to put it together like never before,
The pioneers did it in the pioneer spirit,
It was beauty, created so the world could hear it,
Then the snakes and fakes began to make the mistake,
Of duplicating, not acceptable, no matter the stake,
The real hated it, how can you mess with somebody's favourite,
Flavour of music and think you'll clean get away with it,
Immitation is weak and really incomplete,
Relying on true artists for a voice to speak,
There's a war without a title, music fights for her survival,
It used to be tribal but now we caught up in a spiral,
Headed down to the core, so what we bringing is raw,
And I'mma shine my light on this game like never before.
Yo it's the real deal Clik-O-Sick,
Real shit nigga, What's up?!
And yo son, I'm not giving a fuck!
So then tell 'em (what!)
Get 'em (what!)
Rip 'em (what!)
Yeah baby, what's up,
The first to move be the first gettin' touched.
Yo it's the real deal Clik-O-Sick,
Real shit nigga, What's up?!
And yo son, I'm not giving a fuck!
So then tell 'em (what!)
Get 'em (what!)
Rip 'em (what!)
Yeah baby, what's up,
The first to move be the first gettin' touched.
Yo, Yo, A-Dub,
My nigga Javier, Carlos, what's up!
Yo, all my real niggas, Solo, Jay, What up!
Yo, all my niggas, hold it down,
It's Clik-O-Sickos, we ain't no clowns,
Niggas know son, Yo! We ain't fucking around,
This is for all y'all real muthafuckers,
Hear me!
What!