Scary Thoughts (Clean Edit)

Shazam X ft. Sick Lyrical Damager - “Scary Thoughts”
[Emcee(s): Sick Lyrical Damager (AKA Lazy-I)]
[Producer(s): Shazam X]

[Hook: Sick Lyrical Damager (AKA Lazy-I)] (x5)
Scary thoughts, scary thoughts
Scary thoughts, scary thoughts

[Verse 1: Sick Lyrical Damager (AKA Lazy-I)]
Throw your hands up, surrender ‘cause I’m about to hinder
Any male contender. Who’s next for me to injure?
So bring the drama and I’ma leave your drama homo-
-cide. Supplied the scama, now I’m selling trauma
So roll my raps in a philly, inhale
Exhale, and watch how my words have you acting silly
My shit is lethal. Compared to weed, it’s equal
But not for the type that like I’ve (killed four people)
I’m underground like subways, hot like
Sunrays, hitting hard like Willie Mays with every phrase
I got an image that’s appealing. I don’t sell
Drugs or bust slugs, but, under my rug, I stack a million
Guaranteed I’ll flow like blood without a body
I’ll raid just like a blind man in the night with a shottie
So listen and understand the shit that I be dishing
They’re fishing your body out the river if you’re dissing
Me? I get a G for everybody that be missing
Ten G’s a night—yeah, right—plus commission
Rod Swift, I’m known for packing lyrics, not the toast
The nightmare from the project on the mic like a ghost
Back like Patrick Swayze, crazy like a patient
My shit is so hot that the cops give me complications
I get “Respect” like Aretha Franklin
Coming through your speaker, speaking, words are leaking
Huh, through the mind faucet. You got a 9? Toss it
Then get a piece of paper—see how the lines cross it
Now that’s a mental thought, but hold your fort. When you
Attack, I’ll react ‘cause I’m strapped with some scary thoughts

[Hook: Sick Lyrical Damager (AKA Lazy-I)] (x3)
Scary thoughts, scary thoughts
Scary thoughts, scary thoughts

[Verse 2: Sick Lyrical Damager (AKA Lazy-I)]
I’m the Sick Lyrical Damager. Ghetto sickness
Attract, hitting hard like bats in any business
I’m Odd like the Couple, sick like a Huckle, buck
And hit hard like I’m Brickface & Stucco
I’ll drink brews. I bring news like I’m [?]
I’m rough with the tongue, drop flame like I dropped a ton
(Bang!) I got more questions than Jeopardy
Who killed the deputy, then stole my recipe?
But you can’t cook what I’m hooking up. I’m underground
Looking up and laughing. You won’t “Breathe Again” like Toni Braxton
Dudes shooken up by earthquake, wait on my
Birthdate, state that I was bound to drop lyrics on tape
Now that’s a scary thought going pop. So I
Stopped, then took a deep-ass breath and said, “Hip hop
Hooray,” so bring the mayhem and watch me just slay him
And play him like a track in the studio, and lay him
Out. I’m versatile—you know that shit, so crack a smile
Or crack a 40, then tap it like I tapped shorty
Pow! I got more style than Ralph Lauren on the
Rough tip ‘cause what I design is some rough shit
So look for the logo—my mic hooked up to a
Life support ‘cause what I brought is some scary thoughts

[Hook: Sick Lyrical Damager (AKA Lazy-I)] (x4)
Scary thoughts, scary thoughts
Scary thoughts, scary thoughts

[Verse 3: Sick Lyrical Damager (AKA Lazy-I)]
SLD is my initials. I’m official, got pulled like
A pistol. Unlike Janet, I'm not gonna “Miss You”
Much. My beats can’t be touched. My mic is the
NBA, and my rhymes be coming through in the clutch
Styles are automatic, leaving vital signs erratic
‘Cause I’m an addict with dramatic sporadic
Such actions’ll leave mad niggas in fractions, and if
You try to drop math, then I’ma catch it with subtraction
So bring a challenger. I never lost a fight against
An amateur—(Why?)—I’m the Sick Lyrical Damager
Who’s on my level? A rap rebel, I never packed
Metal or backpedaled from living in the ghetto (True)
My mic is on life support, my brain carry thoughts like
A sick patient hype off lyrical medication
Now that’s scary, but don’t fear me. And if
I get too deep, then go to sleep so you can hear me

[Hook: Sick Lyrical Damager (AKA Lazy-I)] (x2)
Scary thoughts, scary thoughts
Scary thoughts, scary thoughts