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Download Single Song Or Whole Album On Itunes: https://itunes.apple.com/bb/album/515... Download Single Song Or Whole Album On Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/5150-Psychovill... Artist: Ese 40'z Ft. Lil Sicko & Lazy Blue Devil Song: Everything Except For What I Need Album: 5150 Psychoville Ink Year: 2014 Lyrics "Everything Except For What I Need" (Lil Sicko - Verse One) (Ese 40'z Verse Two) The devil gives me... every thang Except... for what I need to gain A peace of my mind, up in my wicked brain I'm on the mothafuckin grind, when I spit that flame Up out my mouth, I rep the south... I tell um N-B-G... that's what I'm all about I'm dwelling in the ghetto lands and floating through the clouds And in the cipher... with the plans to move the crowds I'm rollin one-one-three... percent with love Of Chicano reppin, always in my blood I'm on a mission for the green, like if it's a drug I need some money on team... don't wanna kick it rough I'm on a one way ticket, to a destined grave So little time I have to visit, while I have my stay Stuck in this life, where we gotta pay The motherfucking price, living day by day Up in this world... but I know survival Tatted on my neck, so fuck a rival Had it on my left and my right where I go Tucked on my waist... for the homicidal Fucking... with my inner voices Trying to make a move, with no more choices None to get next to, no "Rose Royces" Dealing with the stress fool, I deploy this Psycho villain... from the gutta Staring at the ceiling... while I strap a rubber On my dick, bout a tap a mother Fuck a bad bitch, on a satin cover All my days and all my nights Spitting... getting fucked up... to the songs I write I tell a mothafuckin mutt, who wanna catch light Up out the gutta with no love and I'm a blast um right I be that foe oh swigga... iron liver Drinking up an ocean, then I piss uh river Land full of meth, where the snakes go slither Winds full of death, about uh send a shiver Down my spine, while I crack the bottle "All Doing Time" Yeah that's my motto... Driftin on a rhyme, pull it fully auto As I kick another line, out my wicked barrio (Lazy Blue Devil - Verse Three) Lazy on the track, black gun on the lap Blue rag... Sick laugh... Who wanna see that? I'm a loko on a mission, the devil gave me everything But something is missin... I stay in suspicion What else can I say, my vida don't play I grew up a soldier, a nine to a kay Take to my grave, expecting whatever Giving me back, whatever I gave I'm looking for better, but vida don't change The mind of the sick, we mental insane With 40'z and Sicko, these lokos ain't playing No testing a "G", I know you can't see He gave and he gave, except what I need I take me a drink, I'm walking the street From Riverside, to the N-B-G We all lokos on a mission, to chase for the green... (Ese 40'z -- Verse Four) Ese 40'z on the scene, bout uh drop another rhyme While I put another oldie, on the track and then I climb With the pisto and the soda, up my nostril by the dime Bout to pour another vaso, of tequila with a lime Going down into a bottomless pit, got me thinkin Listen to the oldies... every night and when I'm drinking Hit another blunt and got a mothafucka singing Somebody please... Try me... Cuz I'm bringing Nothing but the illest of the realest... I'm a psycho Feel this on the level... I'm a devil with a rifle Poppin at the wind... to hit a mothafuckin rival Knock um off to win, I'm on a mission for survival The devil gives me everything thang And then a whole lot more, so I could kill my brain I see my life and all my love... is going down the drain Go hit a pipe and take a chug, just to drown the pain I'm in the calles with the homies... downin forties in the barrio Loadin up a shottie... with a vala... make yuh body glow Bust a devil and a demon, psycho on the audio Trying to find the meaning to addiction... with a lot of snow Flowing like a villain in the night and I go lyrical Hittin on reflecting... when I spit another mirror flow Far from a curse, but really couldn't call a miracle Distillin all my vocals, getting shot up in to spirits slow Devil really want my soul, to make it all look glamorous Burn a mothafucka, like a stoner burn the cannabis Out of my mind, how many times can I risk Doubt of me dying, fuck another psycho analyst Trying to profile... all these thoughts up in my mente Stackin um in a pile, with the skitz up in the frente Fifty One Fifty, Psychoville up for my jente Reppin... for a mothafuckin label independent Out of the ghetto and through the slums I'm on another vocal rip it, push it through my lungs I'm just another loco kick it, with a brew and tons Of mothafuckin ideas... and the truest ones Off in a mental vortex, whirlpool in my mind All these thoughts spin around... bout to drop another line Just another grain of sand, off in the hour glass of time Mothafuckas wanna hate, but I'm a use um all to climb...