I'm Ill

This the type of ill that can't be fixed by a pill

This the type of ill that don't need a medical bill

I got my mind to represent me, got no ink or grills

I got a mind with many thoughts that can't be distilled

I be on my grind and fresh like a coffee mill

Just need a mic, and you know I'm dressed to kill

I might be mean, but I'm a man of goodwill

If I got obstacles I'll push through like a drill

 

Life's harsh but without bumps there would be no thrill

I live cuz I got dreams that I want to fulfill

It's easy to go down, but I'm going uphill

Everyone wanna be ill cuz it's high appeal

 

Music's my medicine, it's got the power to heal

But life in the present is backwards and evil

I gotta message in life that needs to be instilled

I hope you know that the message is I'm ill

 

*Chorus*

 

I be going past all my short and tall life hurdles

I be all defensive, like a shell over turtle

All ninja like teenage mutant ninja turtles

I'm a youngen my mind still fresh and fertile

 

I'm soft like fluff, and hard like a kernel

Yes I'm ill better get your pencil and your journal

Love for music's eternal like fire that's infernal

Fight against the cold world, better wear my thermals

 

 

Ya I'm in the spotlight, better raise them red curtains

Optimistic me never see life as a burden

You never know what the future brings for certain

Life is always feeding my passion that's burning

 

I live not only for the sake of it, but for a purpose

Sometimes I'm sweating but. I never look nervous

Cuz I gotta keep cool, stay calm on the surface

Like Spartans kicking down what's in front, cuz I'm determined

 

*Chorus*

 

I've had rough times but I know how to carry on

I be sparking and sizzling like Dom Perignon (Perinyan)

And if you don't catch my drift just carry on

Cuz I ain't forcing you to stay, go where you belong

 

Don't want fakes near me don't try to play along

Your thoughts are back and forth like ping pong

I'm going HAM like this is my swan song

If you feel what I'm feeling feel free to sing along

 

I wanna be king, I'm tired of being a pawn

The new throne is coming, pass the baton

No throne for you, the floor is what you sit on

Cuz I can be sweet or sour, or even hot like Sichuan

 

I'm taking over fast like Genghis Khan

And I'm staying like a stain that's never gone

Don't mess with me or I'll slip my cap on

Tell me I'm ill, C'mon