Ill
• Written by Croc
I spit the shit you struggle to comprehend
Hitting this game with force, I intend to transcend
Ain't nobody can hold me down, don't even pretend
You depend on your fucking sob stories or you'll descend
Yeah we know your childhood was shit, we don't care
That's all anyone raps about, you ain't getting no there there
So wallow in despair, but if you don't learn you best beware
I'll ensnare you and ruin your career beyond repair
See, that's the problem with the game these days
Money or shit childhood, it never sways
Rap about something else, the topic decays
Quit with the delays, we're all sick of the replays
Get a new subject, seriously, ain't that hard
Discard all this old bullshit and bombard
Just say fuck it, don't worry, just disregard
The masses, don't follow blindly like a retard
The game badly yearns for something new
I am that thing, here to bring the freshness to you
I am one of the only ones capable enough to spew
The lyrical shit that has been long long overdue
Fuckin' shit up, there ain't no way to stop me
Disagree feel free, but don't bitch when I decree
You to be ended, little fake ass emcee
And I guarantee no one will miss you, fuckin' wannabe
This shit is mine, got it in the palm of my hand
Don't try to stand against me or you'll witness firsthand
How destructive I can really be, then you'll understand
Like bombs over Japan, you won't be able to withstand
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Croc
Member since March 26 2015