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The Illest

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The Illest

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Rusty 9 gettin’ gully on the roof

This so rough, I left my skully on in the booth

I drag my tin boots through the gutter with the troops

Gotta fire at you while you with your mother on the stoop

Ain't nothing nice, filling 5 cent cups with ice

Ass crack stuffed with the stuff that the custie’s like

My flow inspired by po-po ridin’ by

Cause lil jojo let the fo’ fo’ iron fly

So expect nothing but heat from me

When the beat ugly, I sour dollar spit

Ain't nothing sweet money

So whoever say ortiz hungry is lying

I’m starving, I’m famine, man I act like I never eat sonny

I keep ya head nodding, when the bass pumpin’

And you can hate cousin, but don’t say something

And no face muggin’, I’m s-h-a-d-y

Slaughterhouse all day

Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable

Ask your friends, who’s the illest?

Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable

Ask your friends, who’s the illest?

Yeah, rap is in danger, crooked I was born in a california manger

God of the west caost, know the flow

Nice when you’re signed to shady aftermath

And used to be on death row

What am I, gun in eye, sing you a lullaby

Nullify your skull in 5 seconds by putting a slug inside

Run and hide, I’m on some money goon shit

Married to the streets, honeymoon shit

Yeah, fuck a bride

I’m ’bout to go van gogh and I have to reach for slavery guns

That mean I draw a masterpiece

I spit bars quick as a spliff sparks

Writtens’ll kick start, split you in 6 parts

Which part if I’m the shit and you a skid mark did you not get?

Put you in a ditch when it’s pitch dark

Make your bitch suck my dick, clark?

That's what you get, heard that you a snitch

Now get that tattoo that say life, cause you a bitch

Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable

Ask your friends, who’s the illest?

Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable

Ask your friends, who’s the illest?

Joey,

I left the mask on, bury something, no disguise

It couldn't get more official if it was notarized

I want the pen on the jeweler for you to know whats fly

Top of the chain of command if I’m playing my game

I better not overide, who think they over I

Hoping it vocalise, this ain't even a group

Just one real nigga multiplied

Listen in brutally if you tryna get fast

I put my life on it like it was mast

Better pray that this vicodin last

If not rappers are in danger

Niggas is in a box, I’m tired of rappers in a wrangler

Will clap and rearrange ya, but I hate to make my pyschiatrist right

And it’s exactly what she said will happen with my anger

You can’t relate to it, how you gon’ measure it, broke

Can’t treasure it, jokers just embezel it

It’s time to seperate the realness from the rhetoric

I think one statement from b.I should settle this…

Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable

Ask your friends, who’s the illest?

Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable

Ask your friends, who’s the illest?

I said I’m gunning for the muthafuckin’ king like a historical terror shot

I’m sittin’ in a hilton rich like paris pops

Spread money around the whole town like [?]

Compare us not, I’m a terrible terrorist plot

You the character carrot top, while I’m stomping on barriers til my? Stops

Like a tricerotops when I’m done roaming this earth

Bury my bones in mariah or carey’s box

Who you know answer with gun

Shady’s our home, we live with the

Goat like julio from sanford and son

Problem with a problem, got no love for my foes

Ya’ll just wearing red bottoms, I got blood on my sole

We are dope we are postal, we not social

On twitter we block oprah and deepak chopra

Y’all niggas think ya’ll fucking with us cause people quote ya singles

Yeah right, you making ya fucking point with broken fingers

My dreams fulfilled like this cup full of potent tequila

And I’m bout to raise up and toast to dreamers

Get your writing crew, get your writing crew

And they dopest rhymes, I get up in that ass everytime

Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable

Ask your friends, who’s the illest?

Get your writing crew, get your writing crew

And they dopest rhymes, I get up in that ass everytime

Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable

Ask your friends, who’s the illest?

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