I Roll a Route - Illah Dayz, Bronze Nazareth

Yo, i roll ah route, pickin my snout, breakin some crumbs

Sicknin, another chicken in these the one’s

Shine on’em ultraviolet light yo, see the sun

I stroll wit the wise, one killah bee who stung

Broke ah tooth, lung in the booth, truth has brung

Yo, the heavy rapper, hand clap ya, hard smack ya

Cardiac attack ya, back up, then car jack ya

Wit ah cane, im goin insane, loosin my brain

My pain deep, hurtin my back, chest, im vexed

Stressed, nights ah mess, plus im not gettin rest

Im wide open like the skies open, in ah ride

Wit ah vibe that i tried coping, im tired soakin

Dressin in the flyest coatings, holdin trees thats

Poten, i ski slopin up and down hills its real

Feelin sick bro, sittin isnt what i wish for

Feelin sick bro, sittin isnt what i wish for

Pull ah kick door, mission only meant to get dough

Its hot and heat scorch ya, ya die when heat scorch ya

Outside smokin out the ride, the dope choke ya

Sweat shirt sweatin, need ah squirt of super soakah

Double barrel, trouble in the air and i can smell it

Inhale it deep, jumpin out the jeep but dont sweat it

Apparel match, chain swingin, chattin on my nextale

Next tale major, life savior let me exhale

Mighty joe youngs, large whales wit big guns

Posted, while sex and drug sales flood the slums

Black gums, dirty mouth bums that max lungs

Hosted, relay son, i rollah coasted

Chef in the kitchen glazed the oven roasted chicken

Boom box beat, preheat ya lovin while im spittin

Bomb ticking drama, streets everyday trauma

Honor O Dhama, life thoughts, daily karma

Feelin sick bro, sittin isnt what i wish for

Feelin sick bro, sittin isnt what i wish for

Pull ah kick door, mission only meant to get dough