I try to deal on an emotional level This is real hard, it feels, the shit is hard, like Expressing your feelings, feeling's is a bitch
[Chorus] You give me fever, you give me cold sweat Walking down the street, people see me as a threat See them feds start staring, kids telling their parents Cops swarm me for hearings, just for my appearance
[Verse 1: Cos M.I.C] When my adrenaline's pumping like baseline played by Robbie Feel like cops want to mug me, and cats want to rob me Ho-he, I don't know, I'm paranoia personified I try to stay on point, but it seems so bonafide Yo, I try and wipe the sweat on my forehead again Some day I know this shit will end, but I don't know exactly when Until then I just depend on my friends Sometimes I feel like a newborn child, ready for world entrance My sense is playing hide and seek for hours Doing yoga in the shower, just to gather my body powers But still my strength and my faith is fading Cause in written times, when days pass without consideration Defacing public buildings, for some kind of healing Cause I ain't the greatest one, when it comes to handling feelings Couldn't even tell my girl I wanted her Now my fever's reaching up the top notch on the thermometer
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[Verse 2: Freestyle] Whenever lustful for the flesh, I embrace success Massage the back of my carrier, to relieve my stress I grab the mic, and release, I'm asking this beyond belief On my belief, I excommunicate myself from life's beef And pork is hogging up my arteries, it bothers me now I'm miss the depth of all this pondering, I'm wondering how Do I survive, am I alive, or is this all a dream scape I hope it is, I need to escape, this common landscape I penetrate the red tape, who force beyond imagination Simplify sophistication, it needs two complications It takes deeps concentration, in this situation Free consultation, within this lying compilation Daily meditation, prescribed medication Recommended by doctors and hospitals, throughout the nation Courtesy the arsonist and LoopTroop, all of the achievers And relievers of the fever, changing victims to believers
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[Verse 3: Promoe] S,S,S,P my landlord disses me Cold radiators and no hot water pisses me off Not to mention the stench of garbage In the stairway, leaking into my apartment Scratch that rule, 271, second floor Somebody caught the death threat in my door Now you know where I stay at, knock, knock, who that “Open up, it's the police”, get off my doormat “Fuck cops”, they follow my lead like buckshots Want my ass to pose for polaroid mugshots And I ain't did jack shit At least nothing they can prove, plus I pay my taxes Mad stress, bad breath, no student loans This semester, see you sensei, kid, you're on your own Not one krone, but yo, I got a microphone Maybe I can make this hot and get a beat on the telephone I feel alone, a feverish heat “Hey, it's way past midnight”, I know, I need a beat I can't sleep, this rhyming shit haunts me Should I sign this contract or not, nobody points me In the right direction, yo, what's right, what's gonna be left For me in a deal, is it fair or pure theft I feel like I'm gonna burst What the fuck, I can't even express myself without a curse Why do I even use this foreign language I don't speak English with the ones I hang with “Men att flowa på svenska är jävligt svårt För det är alldeles för enkelt, och inte många förstår” And I want to reach heads all over EmBee, I'm coming down to Gothenburg in October Stay til November, drop a LP around December A classic, for hiphoppers to remember