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

 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] to handling feelings 
Couldn't even tell my girl I wanted her
Now my fever's reaching up the top notch on the thermometer 

 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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, [bad word] landscape
I penetrate the red tape, who force beyond imagination
Simplify sophistication, it needs [bad word] 
It takes deeps concentration, in this situation
Free consultation, within this [bad word] 
Daily meditation, prescribed medication
 [bad word] 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 

 [bad word] 2x]

[Verse 3: Promoe]
S,S,S,P my landlord disses me 
Cold radiators and no hot water [bad word] me off
Not to mention the stench of garbage 
In the stairway, leaking into my apartment 
Scratch [bad word]  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
 [bad word] cops”, they follow my lead like buckshots
Want my [bad word] to pose for polaroid mugshots 
And I ain't did jack [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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, [bad word] down to Gothenburg in October
Stay til November, drop a LP around December
classic, for hiphoppers to remember 

 [bad word] 2x]

You give me fever