Wikispeaks - RATKING

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 startin' to think, startin' to drink

Gulp, gulp, startin' 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, hittin' L’s 'til I sleep

Sippin' 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 tryin' 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 walkin' 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 wreckin' 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

Manhattan

Africans' with Gucci, kufis matchin'

Truly rappin' to ruggishly bootie’s Giuli’s baggin'

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 hapennin', nah

Motherfucker do you realize what a craftin'…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 fuckin'

Raw, I ain’t maskin' up the munchkin

MSG Carmelo, now we dappin' when he dunkin'

MSG, that’s the shit that they package in my dumplings

Said I’m stuck in New York, stuck rappin' in a dungeon

Well I’m really lovin' all the action in this dungeon

Ain’t leavin' 'til I’m runnin' every faction of this dungeon

Five boroughs my boroughs, laughin' at assumptions

Feel like four or five 'bout to get assed out in corruption

Gettin' paid, but can’t get me nothin' except to get my nut in

There ain’t no way in hell that a paper can get me blunted

Keep 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 said

I go to bed thinkin' 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