Into It Lyrics - Shehyee

Into It Lyrics - Shehyee

Verse 1:

After listening to this rap track you'd give me mad props.

You'd clearly see the difference between me and other punk bitches who claim they're sick emcees..

who suck cock.

Self-proclaimed rap Gods. Who boast about their so-called fame, but when you hear their songs, mad flops.

Many wallows on their shallow raps, fronts like a roaring lion but in fact they're just hollow cats.

I wanna smash a hollow block on their airy heads which is filled with "I'm lyrically insane!"

But their lyrics are practically plain, combine all of their brains, it's just a teenie weenie small fraction of mine.

I'm lyrically sublime, I look like a friendly child but there's a demon inside me that will devour you alive,

you'd be like, running from teasing a beehive ; face is swollen before you arrive to your destination.

Hook:

I'm sick with it.

'cause I'm into it.

Bars and verses are infinite.

'cause I'm into it.

Verse 2:

Hello, (Hi) I'm Shehyee, an emcee who's witty. Who would be a cause of a lot of envy from emcees that I pity

but at the same time irritated to their songs that are more girly than hello kitty.

Yeah, some of you folks have made an album or mixtape, but you've just wasted CD's.

Bitches just eat milk and cookies while you ejaculate on action movies' construction ladies.

Microphone babies, monotonous pussies, die please!

Please include Jejemons into the death spree, I will be glad to gladly host a ceremonial activity.

Don't be offended with the curses on rap verses that pertain to you bitches, ya'll the reason these curses exist.

Ya'll are pests don't expect hugs and kisses. You will be all killed by angered thugs, and disses.

[Hook]

Verse 3:

Face a mirror and reflect, look at yourself (don't get scared)

what have you felt? do you detect something? is that a human being who gives the world a new meaning?

or just a whiner who can't stand up properly, always tilted? always bullied always gets a beating?

a human being who doesn't have anything?--not even a small dream, goals are not to cross your tiny apartment's ceiling?

then die bitch. You can't do shit? then try, bitch. Try anything, any shit, be hybrid.

Your iris can't see anything 'cause you've got shut eyelids. Listen closely to the words spitted by my lips.

If you don't wanna be cursed or shitted on, be beyond words at what you do.

Be sick with it, if you're into it, shits will be infinite. Be into it, be.