wannabe's hang on my nuts like they learned gang slang from sluts//
females turn bitch from sexual grunts like they tryin to transform wrists with cuts//
"ur multis really suck and ur internals are off//
ur flow is fucked up, and ur punchlines are soft"//
fuck rapbattle critics i turn em fans in a minute//
they diggin for real rap but wouldnt see it even if they struck oil when they hit it, shit..//
tryin to slash my ass, for laying down raps that clash with society perception//
recollection of meshin rap patterns in session, make me wonder wheres the affection?//
correction, most mc's just tryin to get the Source to quote em//
their weak ass shit got me hypothesizing if they got balls in they scrotums//
dangle u from ur feet with this beat, so discreet but sweet//
i'm ill when i spill, u wanna listen? take a seat//
i wanna go to the top and i gotta clear coast//
i kno when u read this u gonna type up ur lil post//
put it under my rhymes, trying to convince urself u kno the most//
people boast about their skills, while i toast to poppin pills//
gangsta's down for robbin bills, while this superman is hoppin hills//
been granted to kill mc's, when they are the weakest link//
i sink ur battle ship and move mountains when i speak//
in Greek, German. Spanish or in afghanistanian//
u people must think my ideas are a piggy bank cause u beggin to put 2 cents in//
if i had a dollar for ev'ry holla i've earned, i'd be richer than stock brokers//
i'm elevating so hating, will decrease and decease of any cock jokers//
i'm tired of kids tryin to speak with no dicks//
but fuck it, i'm done, have fun critiquin my shit//

one word describes it...ILL!!! ~1~