Wiki - Wikispeaks Lyrics
I gotcha eyes glued openYou got a eye itch, you wanna blinkWhat you think? That ain't a wise pickThat's why my friends only got like three guys leftAnd only got like three five centsYou wanna blow my head off? Be my guestBreathe out my soul, I give you cold and you can see my breathOn some next shit, you should see my debtTake the train everyday it's like a break from the painSubway cars keep my heart at baySingle ride paid, they start to raiseI go under, I gotta tell you I ain't got the changeI got a boy play ball, he go hard in the paintI got another that write, he go hard with the paintAll this shit got me startin' to deck, startin' to drinkGulp, gulp, startin' to stinkA drunk mutt, that's my pedigree, it's meant to beHennessy's the only thing that's friendly to meI'm straight New York, what a lot of y'all pretending to beThe cash will feel the cuts eventuallySmoke the blunts consecutively***** dogs disrespecting to meExplain the words so we can let it just beYeah baby, let it just beI let the evil enter my soul to get that legal tenderTaking that tender illegal pooty, seeing splendorToo much into my mind, no time for Jesus' agendaBeating my dick's the only way of beating my temperI just leave it to pleasure to relieve all my pressureI'm just a shitty toy, can't put the pieces togetherCheck, check, just a shitty toy[Hook]Niggas gotta peep the way I speakI hit my peak, hittin' L's 'til I sleepSippin' 40's 'til shorties forget that Wiki's sweetKicked out the crib, roam the city streetsThink I'm pretty weak cause I've seen some shitty weeksIt's about time Wiki speaksIt's about time Wiki freaks[Verse 2]I'm just tryin' to spit, can I, can I, can I?Damn I feel like Jay-Z in '96Man I feel like ODB in '93Am I even an '04 Ye?Girlies ain't my forte's in 40's for daysAll day find me walkin' down BroadwayBroads hate on my broad waysEverything I do they call fakeEverything I do don't they call fatePause, wait, chillMe, myself, and I go in on everything that the God makesBut God's fake, I gotta sayI caught a breakIf hell was real, I'd be on my wayI don't bag *****es, I drag *****es and bag criticsTire mark and then spit itSmack any pin head that give me a damn ticketGet it?See wrecks in every C section's C sectionAny ***** that seems pregnantJust a teen gettingSome shit out his head andSome shit out his chestAnd his face, ugh, pop pimplesClumsy kid, drop cymbalsDrop symbols every time I got a pencilEvery time I rock simple, sling shot's to cops' templeCop temple's off the devilSold my soul, at least I've still got the mental[Hook][Verse 3]ManhattanAfricans' with Gucci, coofie's matchin'Truly rappin' to ruggishly bootie's Giuli's baggin'Clean up the city? Need to clean up Wiki's act thenClean up Wiki's ass and I'll let then you catch himThat shit ain't hapennin', nahMother*****er do you realize what a craftin'...***** itMassacre the public, ain't a master of the subjectBut I go in hard though, I ain't flashin' when I'm *****in'Raw, I ain't maskin' up the munchkinMSG Carmello, now we dappin' when he dunkin'MSG, that's the shit that they package in my dumplingsSaid I'm stuck in New York, stuck rappin' in a dungeonWell I'm really lovin' all the action in this dungeonAin't leavin' 'til I'm runnin' every faction of this dungeonFive boroughs my boroughs, laughin' at assumptionsFeel like four or five 'bout to get assed out in corruptionGettin' paid, but can't get me nothin' except to get my nut inThere ain't no way in hell that a paper can get me bluntedKeep budgin', keep pushin'Pencils and pennies down under my cushion, while niggas keep lookin'Over my head, they sure ain't heard the shit that I saidI go to bed thinkin' about the shit that I dreadWake up sticky, at least I didn't shit in my bedWiki speaks though Wiki sleeps, I flipped it instead[Hook]
