PHZ-Sicks Lyrics
"Tabula Rasa"

[Verse 1: PHZ-Sicks]
They said I couldn't make it
If you want success then youre gonna have to take it
Grabbed it, threw it in the trunk after I duct taped it
Then drove over the cliff and pray I make it, I made it
How can I ever give this shit up
When there babies in Chicago getting lit up
If you wannna start something now then nigga speak up
Cause the dead's gonna rise even when they hear me hiccup
Trayvon, you better get up
Nigga
Since I lost family friends to cancer
The devil became my private dancer
Then I came up with the answer
To the questions whose gonna be man enough
To give enough of a fuck to not give a fuck
Of who's gonna make that change huh?
Looked in the mirror and noticed I was the only one with fucking my hand's up

[Hook: PHZ-Sicks]
You popping bottles?
You popping molly? (Woo)
You popping molly? (Woo)
Well, I guess that's good for you
Cause we do, whenever we stand
Is start revolutions, once we put our hands up
Like

Buck, buck, buck, buck
Brr, clack, clack clack clack
X repeat 3

[Verse 2: PHZ-Sicks]
See my gun is never jamming
Singing the Black National anthem
Lifting every voice when I sing
Cause In VA, you got to balance the beams
Like Gabby Douglas or Pusha T to pursue a dream
Everything you see isn't what it seems
Chain Figaro row row row down the mainstream
Life is but a dream
Tabula Rasa, my slate clean
Moment in the making
5th month reign for the May King
Now I'm on my King shit
Martin, Luther, 95 thesis
Break up to make up, pick up the pieces
And I mean this, my third eye has its own Versailles
I long ago put death to the rest, just so I wouldn't have to live a lie
I've got two tools, one on my hip, one between my shoulders
You need to pick which one that'll get you to your moment before its over

[Hook]

[Verse 3: PHZ-Sicks]
A million fans that ain't enough
The DMVs some outsiders so pony up
Them Socs better get the money up
Cause they quick to go the broad way so tony up
Danza, who's the boss of these George Constanzas
References hitting you from every angle like they off the random
If your girl's in the pale moon light, then baby let's mingle
Cause I can fuck the devil out of a woman from Christian Single
Beat it from the back like Ringo
Last three lines, quite a contradiction
Me not giving a shit, must've been that feeling that was missing
Trying not to paint over what I'm facing to make over
Cause now I'm easily turning all of my obstacles to step overs
When my life flashes before my eyes
I want to be able to hold my head up high
All in my fiber cause I chose to live instead of just being alive, uh