Wikispeaks

(album: Wiki93 - 2012)

I got ya eyes glued open
You got a eye itch, you wanna blink
What you think? That ain't a wise pick
That's why my friends only got like three guys left
Ends only got like three five cents
You wanna blow my head off? Be my guest
Breathe out my soul, like in the cold you can see my breath
On some next shit, you just see my death
Take the train everyday it's like a break from the pain
Subway cars keep my heart at bay
Single ride paid, they start to raise
I go under, I gotta tell you I ain't got the change
I got a boy play ball, he go hard in the paint
I got another that write, he go hard with the paint
All this shit got me starting to think, starting to drink
Gulp, gulp, starting to sink
A drunk mutt, that's my pedigree, it's meant to be
Hennessy's the only thing that's friendly to me
I'm straight New York, what a lot of y'all pretending to be
Ya'll cats will feel the cuts eventually
Smoke the blunts consecutively
Fuck dogs disrespecting to me
Explain the words so we can let it just be
Yeah baby, let it just be
I let the evil enter my soul to get that legal tender
To get that tender illegal booty, seeing splendor
Too much shit on my mind, no time for Jesus' agenda
Beating my dick's the only way of beating my temper
I just leave it to pleasure to relieve all my pressure
I'm just a shitty toy, can't put the pieces together
Check, check, just a shitty toy

Niggas gotta peep the way I speak
I hit my peak, hitting L's 'til I sleep
Sipping 40's 'til shorties forget that Wiki's sweet
Kicked out the crib, roam the city streets
Think I'm pretty weak cause I've seen some shitty weeks
It's about time Wiki speaks
It's about time Wiki freaks

I'm just trying to spit, can I, can I, can I?
Damn I feel like Jay-Z in '96
Man I feel like ODB in '93
Am I even an '04 Ye?
Girlies ain't my forte, sip 40s for days
All day find me walking down Broadway
Broads hate on my broad ways
Everything I do they call fake
Everything I do dope they call fate
Pause, wait, chill
Me, myself, and I go in on everything that the God makes
But God's fake, I gotta say
I caught a break
If hell was real, I'd be on my way
I don't bag bitches, I drag bitches and bag critics
Tie 'em up and then spit it
Smack any piglet that gives me a damn ticket
Get it?
Seen wrecking every seen section's C section
Any bitch that seems pregnant
Just a teen getting
Some shit out his head and
Some shit out his chest
And his face, ugh, pop pimples
Clumsy kid, drop cymbals
Drop symbols every time I got a pencil
Every time I rock simple, sling shot's to cops' temple
Cop temple's off the devil
Sold my soul, at least I've still got the mental

Niggas gotta peep the way I speak
I hit my peak, hitting L's 'til I sleep
Sipping 40's 'til shorties forget that Wiki's sweet
Kicked out the crib, roam the city streets
Think I'm pretty weak cause I've seen some shitty weeks
It's about time Wiki speaks
It's about time Wiki freaks

Manhattan
Africans' with Gucci, kufis matching
Truly rapping to ruggishly bootie's Giuli's bagging
Clean up the city? Need to clean up Wiki's act then
Clean up Wiki's ass and I'll let then you catch him
That shit ain't hapenning, nah
Motherfucker do you realize what a crafting... fuck it
Massacre the public, ain't a master of the subject
But I go in hard though, I ain't flaccid when I'm fucking
Raw, I ain't masking up the munchkin
MSG Carmelo, now we dapping when he dunking
MSG, that's the shit that they package in my dumplings
Said I'm stuck in New York, stuck rapping in a dungeon
Well I'm really loving all the action in this dungeon
Ain't leaving 'til I'm running every faction of this dungeon
Five boroughs my boroughs, laughing at assumptions
Feel like four or five 'bout to get assed out in corruption
Getting paid, but can't get me nothing except to get my nut in
There ain't no way in hell that a paper can get me blunted
Keep budging, keep pushing
Pencils and pennies down under my cushion, while niggas keep looking
Over my head, they sure ain't heard the shit that I said
I go to bed thinking about the shit that I dread
Wake up sticky, at least I didn't shit in my bed
Wiki speaks though Wiki sleeps, I flipped it instead

Niggas gotta peep the way I speak
I hit my peak, hitting L's 'til I sleep
Sipping 40's 'til shorties forget that Wiki's sweet
Kicked out the crib, roam the city streets
Think I'm pretty weak cause I've seen some shitty weeks
It's about time Wiki speaks
It's about time Wiki freaks