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ILL
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#105 today
Peak #80
#56 in subgenre
Peak #44
Author
dub
Rights
E.S.L.
Uploaded
November 07, 2003
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
ill ish, dissin commercial cats
Lyrics
yo yo fuck it ill prove it, im the craziest showman
crushin ja's , cause rules are made to be broken"
(its murda , murda),word so off killin we go
u a midget with a big head and its not ur ego
i be the first to swing, with words that sting
ill drop lethal penmanship on some murder inc,
u r&b thug, man forget a fight song
ill fuckin have ya head ghotti deaded like john
ill attack ya camp, i swear im servin them
cause ill make u parish like eric sermons friend
i devour all beef, from bone to the gristle
hey snoop dizzle, blizzle the dizzle like a whistle
(this shizzle) straight heat, maybe im crazy
cause i drop notorious rhymes like jay z..
the game gets deaded when them two shots land
they swearin they still alive like tupacs fans
yo find whats in store, from rhyme to the lore
these rappers got signed, aint on the grind anymore
once im in the door, they lyin on the floor
aint got what it take when its time for the war
yo find whats in store, from rhyme to the lore
these rappers got signed, aint on the grind anymore
once im in the door, they lyin on the floor
aint got what it take when its time for the war
it wont stop with u, ill never stop the fueds
go to the qb and rechip nas's tooth
the human noise filter, known to kill static
have him fallin off like ya albums since illmatic
stillmatic got 5 mics but i didnt cop it
cause i think the prophet was here for the proffit
glock spit it toxic, and now they cant stop it
kicked the door of the game entered in locked it
let fredros man know that i got a plan yo
imma give sticky fingaz a bar of hand soap
im slammin onyx,and if any of them herbs enter
then theyl be forgot about like the third member
shoot chingy (((right thurr))), i can tell hes fake
cover the wound with band aids stole from nellys face
roll out like ludacris on saint lunatics
talkin stupid shit , iller than u could spit
yo find whats in store, from rhyme to the lore
these rappers got signed, aint on the grind anymore
once im in the door, they lyin on the floor
aint got what it take when its time for the war
yo find whats in store, from rhyme to the lore
these rappers got signed, aint on the grind anymore
once im in the door, they lyin on the floor
aint got what it take when its time for the war
confused candy rappers get disolved in riddles,
eminem so fruity we should call him skittles..
sit down slim, before they see the kid thats shady,
find me tryin to help r kelly kidnap hailey
how the fuck u blow up, but still not show guts..
now i knoe eminem is plain, with no nuts
then ill move to your crew the second ya dome falls
fuck ill even drop 50 cent like makin phone calls
a bizarre con kanives, the earth be buzzin
drop proof swiftly and kill the dirty dozen
bring the aftermath and i reckon there schooled
ill even teach obie trice the second snare rule
ill grab the glocks and fuckin pull till its empty
cause i got a sixth sense like bullets in fifty
i came bringin scripture, and i stay swingin quicker
kid ill get in a cent like abe lincolns picture
