Now why you all up in my shit lookin “hard” go head with that shit before I kick my “hit squad”
Chrit let me tell you whats really “going on” I spit them Lyrical tornados, hurned and “brainstormed”
But I’ll flow for now, and gunfire “later” X beat ya so bad, I Leave a hole in you the size of “a crater”
No matter what you bring X will “step up“ my wild side, will have to “abrupt”
My collection of rhymes has you all combined like “compounds” I'm Crushin ya this is a knockout in the “first round”
Im comin equipped with the loaded “Bronx Bomber” Ya wanna step up better wear a “suit of armor” and the bulletproof vest if you want to “see me” You wanna win? where’s “ya magic genie”
Nigga i spit that Food for the “mind” when I rhyme you rewind Like your Cyndi Lauper, "Time After Time"
Check the program, you sho wont “escape” X Committin verbal crimes like when “ear drums break”
My rhymes are so fresh, there “crisp and clean” My punchlines stick to your ribs like “Christ to Al Green”
Im the I.L.L. nigga with the “tauntin lyrics“ Imma keep comin back at you like “haunted spirits”
Just because your records better you think you a “real nigga” X run up with my gat and pull the “steel trigga”
You better quit it with all that “shit talk” X take ya down so hard ill have the east coast doin the “crip walk.”



*edited for spelling errors*