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Ey yo I'm still wicked like Ice cube I get loose
can't stop till I get 6 crowns in the juicewho am I iz the ill muthafucka
do or die we gives a fuck muthafuckerspittin' fire gimme that mic so I can rock it
I got a million rhymes in my pocket till I stop itI drop it for the love of it I'm in it 2 win it
my rapstyle techniques kill yo azz inna minutecan I kick it yes you can
you fucking with the wrong crew fucking with the wrong mangoddamn I swear you smell MC aroma
leave yo azz in the Koma when I come around the cornerwhat the fuck I rock yo block no question
the last thing you see in yo life is my reflectionyou can't stand my action my perfection is godless
cuz when I'm on the mic muthafucka you're jobless
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Lemme hear you yo yo (yo,yo)
blaze shit iz all up in my flow
and a pop pop (pop, pop)
4 the hits I drop up in yo block
and what, what
4 the lyrics that I'm gonna shock
and woo, woo (woo, woo)
what you gonna do
Lemme hear you hoho (ho, ho)
4 the illest rhymes up in my show
and a pump pump (pump, pump)
4 the funk I got up in my trunk
and a yes yes (yes, yes)
4 my class that nobody can mess
and woo woo (woo, woo)
what you wanna do
II
I'm the illest muthafucka a live stormin your area
the ill massaker lyrically blastin yatestin ya smokin yo azz like weed
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I feed microphones with words till yo eyes bleedfucked up no criminal straight up physicalIllmatic is my name call me lyrical originaltime 4 open fire the mic iz my desire
takin you higher 2 my own empiremy entire family is blessed wid da gift
I don't give a fuck what the hell you sniffback 2 the essence get your lessons so come near
so I can fuck your flow and stick my dick in your careerI'm here wid lyrical fitness hit this wid a witness
don't touch dat mic bitch rap iz my businessI'm serious you betta call the cops fuckin Dummy
cuz I can't stop till I see my ass swim in money
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III
Ey yo I come thru to check me out 1-2 out the jungle
here he comes Double Trouble Personal ready 2 rumblethe Ill lyricist tung twist hyperactive
my style's interactive massive radioactivewhat the deal son ready to run up on a MC
Life Poet Society kill my enemies verballythe prophecy it's on the bomb Ill the capricorn
transform like spawn come over you like a killa swarmon your marks get set go it's time 2 set it
skillz you never get it cause you smell like a fagottdamned Illmatic bringin the drama 2 yo mama
invincible karma eat yo azz like Jeffrey Dahmershine like crystal unstoppable like pistol
what the fuck you want bitch I'm unpredictablelisten I destroy fake ones like King Kong
so lemme hear you yo yo just for my kingdom
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