Sicklake

(Intro)
(Keep the beat out for the first two lines, then drop the heaviest 808 you got)
Yeah.
From the shadow of the Wasatch to the valley floor.
SLC to the 435...
Keep talking your shit.
Middle fingers up.
(Verse 1)
I’m hitting I-80, speedometer pinned to the right
Leaving the skyline, disappearing in the night
Through the canyon, past the stacks, where the air gets cold
Tooele Valley grit, yeah, that story’s never told.
I see you haters in my rearview, looking like ants
Talking big on your keyboard, pissing your pants
You wouldn’t last a minute where the sagebrush grows
Where the wind bites hard and the real blood flows.
Stansbury Park to the Grantsville line
Every homie in the valley says the crown is mine
You're a city boy acting like you know the struggle
But you’re just a bubble waiting for me to come and burst you.
(Chorus)
ALL YOU HATERS OUT THERE, BETTER LISTEN UP!
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK, SO TEST YOUR LUCK!
I’M THROWIN' MY MIDDLE FINGER IN THE AIR!
YEAH, I’M THROWIN' MY MIDDLE FINGER IN THE AIR!
From the SLC blocks to the Tooele grime
The 435 is taking over, it’s about damn time!
(Verse 2)
They think the desert’s quiet? Nah, it’s loud as hell
The sound of a hundred homies who would never tell
We’re the outcasts, the rejects, the ones you ignore
Until we’re kicking down your motherfuckin' front door.
I’m repping Erda, Stockton, and the city streets too
A Salt Lake syndicate coming for your whole crew
Keep that same energy when you see me in the flesh
I’m the king of the valley, nothing more, nothing less.
So keep my name out your mouth 'til you've walked in my boots
I’m deep in the dirt, yeah, I’ve got the roots
The bass is the heartbeat, the lyrics are the lead
In the land of the salt, it’s the lions who feed!
(Chorus)
ALL YOU HATERS OUT THERE, BETTER LISTEN UP!
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK, SO TEST YOUR LUCK!
I’M THROWIN' MY MIDDLE FINGER IN THE AIR!
YEAH, I’M THROWIN' MY MIDDLE FINGER IN THE AIR!
From the SLC blocks to the Tooele grime
The 435 is taking over, it’s about damn time!
(Outro)
(Slow the flow down, real menacing)
Yeah.
Tooele County.
Salt Lake City.
We don't see you.
We don't hear you.
We just keep it moving.
435 till I'm under the dirt.
(Middle finger up)
(Sound of a heavy bass tail fading out)

Hardcore gangsta rap, male, rap