Nyck Caution - Wicked Lyrics

Nyck Caution – Wicked Lyrics

Yeah, Yeah
I don’t give a f*ck, I don’t give a f*ck
Back in it, I don’t give a f*ck

Check!
Why you actin’ up?
I throw you in the acura,
& Tell the cops that you were just a passenger
Gas mask thrown over your head
The fumes leave you covered up,
In 47 swaastikas or swastikas, I’m popular
Time to get my profit up, Open up these chakras
Rockin’ out in Arkansaw, Tore down in Florida
So if you take my capitol, I’m cappin’ you
An axe’ll do me swell, put a slash in you
I got that backwards cat, caskets
For you a*ses, and put acid on your flacid tracks
You not in Kansas anymore & my stance is metaphors
I be rippin’ through the can,
Land you on the floor,
Take that cancer through your pores
Then inhale it cause I’m ill
Dangerous, enflamin’ shit
An artist who’s an arsonist,
Restrainin’ him is prolly gonna be…
Somethin’ that you want, but when arrow flow like im katniss
Madlib, my tracklist
I swear to gotti, feels like I got it
Mills have funk, come & chill on this island,
Alright, you fronters lacerated
All my people tax evadin’,
So they makin’ balance statements,
Balances decapitated,
Im goin’ in
It’s apparent, im apparent
Cause I’m yeti to you ferrets,
While you battlein and swearin’,
& I’ll casually inherit, these casualties that I’m sparin’
We must be at the top, cause clarity dissappearin’ ah! (Nah!)

This is practice, I’m wicked at this
This is practice, I’m wicked at this
This is practice, I’m wicked at this

I survive with my tactics, the fact is

This is practice, I’m wicked at this
This is practice, I’m wicked at this
This is practice, I’m wicked at this

We pick the atlas up & kill the bastards

I don’t give a f*ck, I don’t give a f*ck
Back in it, I don’t give a f*ck