So SICK!

[Verse 1]
L-l-l-l-lots of rhymes got my mind imagine pain
So many murdered by my name, I'm nearly finished the game
Been in the frame since '96 kissing the dreams
Of pry long pain the wait of spitting insane
Gains over the years most folks know me in fear
But only come near if forced to face the flow I appear
To be the greatest since I made it from controlling the sphere
To being the latest capable of poking holes in your ear
You don't deserve this fakeness hundreds of words escaped this
Microphone would light you dome with herds of great hits
Nobody ever in this mind like the front in the sign
Nothing like mine spitting intensely punches of rhymes
When I'm touching this fine point pen with no intentions to stop
Capable of moving crowds without the mention of clocks
With a weapon or not these kids would question my thoughts
Due to my past battle records simply wrecking the spot I'm high

[Chorus]
How many rhymes do I got to spin? (Yo, yo)
How many rhymes do I got to spin? (C'mon, yo)
How many rhymes do I got to spin?
Someone just looking into my eyes isn't it obvious, I'm sick!
How many rhymes do I got to spin? (Yo, yo)
How many rhymes do I got to spin? (C'mon, yo)
How many rhymes do I got to spin?
Someone just looking into my eyes isn't it obvious, I'm sick!

[Verse 2]
And full of respiration no others dedicating
This life of this using the mic for his medication
Interested in meditation beyond this universe
Majestic a lyrical weapon defined by two numbers
12's the limit, now's the minute to spit free
Keep disposing the posing as if my method's a mystery
Never again never should I ever defend thee
Only by accident not by dissin' music defend thee
But, yo, I ain't the only MC on this fucking planet
So don't blame your mistakes on me, cause I've taken enough for granted
And I ain't about to trust your managers with all that stuff you managed to touch again
Give me the mic and watch me crush this planet
This entire globe with one forceful blow to the stomach
Kids consider Emmecks an asshole but know that they love it
They can't get enough of it, been grippin' since '96
Genesis my inspiration without love that I equipped, what?

[Chorus]
How many rhymes do I got to spin? (Yo, yo)
How many rhymes do I got to spin? (C'mon, yo)
How many rhymes do I got to spin?
Someone just looking into my eyes isn't it obvious, I'm sick!
How many rhymes do I got to spin? (Yo, yo)
How many rhymes do I got to spin? (C'mon, yo)
How many rhymes do I got to spin?
Someone just looking into my eyes isn't it obvious, I'm sick!

[Outro]
I'm sick...
Majestic...