Sick Rat & Cedric Till - What I Want Lyrics

THAT IS JUST WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO
Jump in that alligator trap, fade to black
Another feather in my cap, scratch your cringeworthy face
Off the map, you ain't a Battle Cat now, pussy
THAT IS JUST WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO
When in Rome, do as the Romans, I'm roaming
The Collosseum, while screaming "13th!"
Axe throwing, heads rolling, grand open, grand closing, f*cker
THAT IS JUST WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO
Underestimate the great, featherweights get razed
Like cities, a pity you really were talented, mate
Now watch the Cerberus salivate

As the prey approaches, a hungry leer
A hunter never veers from his target, patient
As a summoned golem of stone, now what's a shonen to a ronin, boy?

A man without a master, yet a code of his own
Knowing for some, tragedy is coming faster
Well-aware of the snakes in the senate
Bodyguards might as well carry fasces like a fascist

Assassins ain't fooled by other facets
We just want access to assets and your ass hit
Wreak chaos and havoc, and keep the hash lit
Girls pass as ships in the night

THAT IS JUST WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO
Keep trying to put rubies on my forehead
Make my night stretch into eternal darkness
You're all blessed to buy sand for your hourglass
THAT IS JUST WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO
Bait-and-switch scheming just to pay your guardsmen
Like I don't know the hidden entrance to your Trajan market
Go pray to Concordia, you're getting conquered, though
THAT IS JUST WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO
I'll have this sad story posted in the forum
Did you try to get acknowledged as king?
Bragging 'bout your whips and chains
You're about to get flogged with a scorpion

Overlooking the harbour, on the shoulders of Colossus
Seeing farther than the sordor, pouring Porters
Schooling novices on renaissance artists

Behind venetian blinds, dining with a diva
She knows the inner workings of the clergymen
Who moved funds for underworld bosses that have murdered the culture
Ears perked up when she told me something pertinent

"To recover the eagle and boost morale
We need to get rid of Birdman", bold assertion
Not without merit though, agreed and proceeded
To bed her then covered my tracks, left in a quiet manner

Hammer clangs rang through the streets from the smithy
Kids playing with stray cats, courtesans bare titties
From the windows to the passing menfolk
Some succumb to temptations from morality's sinkhole

Everybody got a hustle, all they ask is "did you bring dough?"
You can't think slow in a lane faster than news travel
Posted up in the chapel, with goons
He thinks he's safe, 'bout as safe as a compromised panic room

Five deep, yet about to be six, soon
Forsake all you cherish cause you can't take it with you
See, all that mattered was the craft you betrayed
With that sweatshop of writers you contract like slaves

Every hit they ever wrote has been attached to your name
And tacitly they stay, within lines
Cause if they stray, then the contracts they signed
Will remind everyone who holds the reins on the purse strings

Then the buzz fades and the well runs dry
Buyer's market, 'stead of songs they sell pride
So who the f*ck am I? Number one with a bullet train of thought
The machine's broke, unplug the cord

So I depart, you either win the game by
Rigging it in your favor or you will die
Abort the mission for a tactical retreat
But the trap'll still spring if any rapper deems to step to me

Just what I want you to do