Fever

I try to deal on an emotional level
This is real hard, it feels, the shit is hard, like 
Expressing your feelings, feeling's is a bitch 

[Chorus]
You give me fever, you give me cold sweat 
Walking down the street, people see me as a threat
See them feds start staring, kids telling their parents 
Cops swarm me for hearings, just for my appearance 

[Verse 1: Cos M.I.C]
When my adrenaline's pumping like baseline played by Robbie
Feel like cops want to mug me, and cats want to rob me
Ho-he, I don't know, I'm paranoia personified 
I try to stay on point, but it seems so bonafide
Yo, I try and wipe the sweat on my forehead again
Some day I know this shit will end, but I don't know exactly when
Until then I just depend on my friends 
Sometimes I feel like a newborn child, ready for world entrance 
My sense is playing hide and seek for hours 
Doing yoga in the shower, just to gather my body powers
But still my strength and my faith is fading 
Cause in written times, when days pass without consideration 
Defacing public buildings, for some kind of healing
Cause I ain't the greatest one, when it comes to handling feelings 
Couldn't even tell my girl I wanted her
Now my fever's reaching up the top notch on the thermometer 

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2: Freestyle]
Whenever lustful for the flesh, I embrace success 
Massage the back of my carrier, to relieve my stress
I grab the mic, and release, I'm asking this beyond belief 
On my belief, I excommunicate myself from life's beef 
And pork is hogging up my arteries, it bothers me now
I'm miss the depth of all this pondering, I'm wondering how
Do I survive, am I alive, or is this all a dream scape 
I hope it is, I need to escape, this common landscape
I penetrate the red tape, who force beyond imagination
Simplify sophistication, it needs two complications 
It takes deeps concentration, in this situation
Free consultation, within this lying compilation 
Daily meditation, prescribed medication
Recommended by doctors and hospitals, throughout the nation
Courtesy the arsonist and LoopTroop, all of the achievers
And relievers of the fever, changing victims to believers 

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3: Promoe]
S,S,S,P my landlord disses me 
Cold radiators and no hot water pisses me off
Not to mention the stench of garbage 
In the stairway, leaking into my apartment 
Scratch that rule, 271, second floor
Somebody caught the death threat in my door
Now you know where I stay at, knock, knock, who that
“Open up, it's the police”, get off my doormat
“Fuck cops”, they follow my lead like buckshots
Want my ass to pose for polaroid mugshots 
And I ain't did jack shit
At least nothing they can prove, plus I pay my taxes 
Mad stress, bad breath, no student loans
This semester, see you sensei, kid, you're on your own
Not one krone, but yo, I got a microphone
Maybe I can make this hot and get a beat on the telephone
I feel alone, a feverish heat 
“Hey, it's way past midnight”, I know, I need a beat 
I can't sleep, this rhyming shit haunts me
Should I sign this contract or not, nobody points me 
In the right direction, yo, what's right, what's gonna be left 
For me in a deal, is it fair or pure theft 
I feel like I'm gonna burst
What the fuck, I can't even express myself without a curse 
Why do I even use this foreign language
I don't speak English with the ones I hang with 
“Men att flowa på svenska är jävligt svårt
För det är alldeles för enkelt, och inte många förstår”
And I want to reach heads all over 
EmBee, I'm coming down to Gothenburg in October
Stay til November, drop a LP around December
A classic, for hiphoppers to remember 

[Chorus 2x]

You give me fever