Neighbahood Sickness

Now look me in my eyes and tell me what you see [A.G.]

The neighbahood sickness (You know my ************t is hot)

So bear witness (Repeat 2x) [Party Arty]

Yo! You step to me with a style that's good, miss

Battle me around, ******* when

I'm finished they say "Oh my goodness!"

I grab the jack and shank the ******* with a knife

The last ******* that fought me ended up fighting for his life

WHAT? I'm quick to leave a ******* comatose

I'm putting *******s to rest from the

East or the

West Coast

A crazy mother******* if you've never seen one

Always pack the heat and

I sleep with a machine gun

Now you know you can't see this

Where I come from, many die, you'll get crucified like

Jesus Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Seventeen in the clip, so ******* put your ************ in the dirt [A.G.]

The best that ever did it, so back up and maintain

I manifest who

I be on your chest just like a name chain

They think they know of me because of my poetry

You think you're nice, right?

Then grab the mic and try to flow with me

It's a shakedown, no ends when

I'm in town

Wear my fake smiles since

I put them corny

Tims down

I was still cool when it comes to the lyrical

You want to get physical?

That's a Goodfella ritual

Get with you?

Yeah, I can get with ya

Step to me,

A.G., it's got to be for my signature [Party Arty]

Yo, you know my style, gimme yours since

I got mines

Step up and get done with a gun, call the crack line

I get the nappy heads blowing

I get wreck with a

Tec under my

Woolridge, when it's snowy

Ayo, I gots to keep it real,

G I get crazy, so please don't please me, ******* chill,

B I'm running wild like a gang from

L.A. Telling "Don't think, give me your link and your Pelle Pelle" [A.G.]

Look me in my eyes and tell me what you see [Party Arty]

I see the

A to the G-

I (Rolling with)

Show B-I (Repeat 2x) [A.G.]

It's the A to the

G so don't sleep

My second

LP and I'm in too deep

Always keep a low so you know

I'm going to creep

Always had to rumble in the jungles of the concrete

Now a ******* try to set it?

He'll regret it

If he's the crowd favorite, then he'll just get upsetted

Brothers have a fit when

I get into my ************t

Today, tomorrow, hollow fever order it

I'm the nicest, like almighty

Isis You want my flow?

No, it's priceless

Got to set it,

G, to let 'em know my pedigree

If your skills ain't rap, then perhaps you should let it be [Party Arty]

Yo, I'm not

Cypress Hill but

I'm still insane

I come with this ruggedness that be ******g with your brain

*******s always talking about how hot they are

But I got that boom bap, orginal rap like the

KRS-One The 6'4" wrecking team is killing crews ******* around and get broke down like syllables It's Party Arty and the ******* that you've heard of Son, my rhymes are like Tech 9's, my techniques are murder, what? [A.G.] I'm strange, deranged, mentally disturbed A lunatic that's soon to flip on any ******* (Word) Chill in my rest 24-7, no less Don't test cause I'm so def (Oh yes) My brother's keeper with the flow like Aretha Like the Grim Reaper, my murder weapon is a speaker If a sucker steps he'll get ate up Cash for the blast, I'm smoking White Owls straight up And I'm a leave it on that note ******* T, L.D., and Wally World pass the smoke [A.G.] Look us in our eyes and tell us what you see [Party Arty] Some real brothers from the gutter, that's word to mother (Repeat 4x)