Syndrome - The disease Kommer att spelas in nu i veckan, tänkte höra vad ni tycker om texten först :)In my life there is no champagneno shame some painToo poor for the bubblesA magnet for the troublesCock you gun and try pullThe trigga, call the grave diggaWont matter cuz this is one wiggabigga, than life on this planetToo ill, radio will ban itFans demand it, they expand itThrough the cyberspaceIll get to first place at my own paceState my case to the basslinetalk about fury you will have to face mine!It takes time, but I will go for the topNo stop, while you flip flopand sing pop, get your record in the shopThe lyrics i drop, gets attention from a copCuz what i spit is hip hop!Enter my domain and sustainthe main frame of my reignwill remain - ill spit it plainYou aint old school - just in need of rogainmuthafucka shame!Put the mic in my hand, rhymes get slainDisgusting and dirty, like the hair in your drainBack up gramps, or ill kick of your cainDont give a fuck if your olderGot more tracks in your folderCuz too me, you fuckin dirt on my shoulderSyndrome has grown, and gotten bolderI got more allies, wise guys, get between thighsnominated for the nobel prize, which impliesThat im about to arise, grow in sizeaim for the skies and jah suppliesa surprise so I shout: DecriminalizeRed eyes - well disguised behind shadesIm sick of playin charadesTell me what the fuck is up with kids throwing grenadesCorrupt police making raidsWhen the cameras are off, public interest fadesNow noone gives a fuck about a kid with aidsBut ima make you look, me and two sharp bladesMake you cross the river styx to hadesMake you see faces of innocent babiesWatch out when i bite, im infected by rabiesYeah mothafucka, one more versemore than one curse,On a straight course while you in reverseI used to be extravagant e, but seeI dont feel that to be real anymoretimes have changed, life feels more rawThe things I saw, altered my brainLike that night in the rainA young girl about to leapEnd her life so cheapI swayed her not toShe asked "who are you?"I said im syndrome, the world is my homeI got freakish powers up in my domeI spit a diseace, i fear if you come nearYou'll be infected by it dearShe said "it cant be, from the words that I hear"I said, that's the infection,like a spearPenetrates like an erectionIts natural selectionThe survival of syndrome the fittestSyndrome the illestOut with the old in with the newIma make the whole industry beg by my shoesucka, what!? what!? Fuck you!Hope you enjoyed that, look out for the finished track! :)