Super ill

 

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But my energy's a rental

Need more stitches to finish displayed mental

Cause the rhythm is the method

Cause she more heavy than metal

Every verse got a score to settle

eat gingerbread like Hansel and Gretel

And I got the pedal to the metal

The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle

Armed in the ghetto, palm in my metal

Cause the rhythm is the method

I rap gritty, cuz the city's infested

See a playa po' trippin, pimpin's the method

Step your depth, wishing then, watch you laying there breathless

dropped him maimed him dead, now thank the stainless

Spray automatics reckless, leave your brains leakin headless

Cuz coming against Chox is just brainless

I keep getting my paper regardless

Kamikaze attacks, out the darkness

Move heartless, Fuck how you feel regardless

West Coast junkyard convict from darkness

But don't think it's time for weakness

With the quickness, I bring the sickness

The light plus the darkness

One-times want me dead, the judge wants me strapless

Half dead close to ghost, yo you heartless

C'mon, my unlimited time-limited rhyme limitless

Liver cirrhosis, living is hopeless

 

I'm super ill and I spit raps like fire call me Hawaiian

You know when I walk in I'm control because I can be

In the streets where or in jail lock up bitch u ain't holding my pocket and i

aint droppin the soap cause who the duck u think I am

 

Count mo', lean back

All that attack

I show it right back

A black jack

Even the fatigues are black

Matter fact, him and Mac

I rhyme like we under attack

When the lights went black

Cause Oakland niggas be prepared to jack

From the wrong side of the track

You bust you neen, I bust my nena back

Seen my peoples caught up in the mix Black

Mickey Mouse ho step back,

Kick ya Prada shoes up and lay back

We even rode skateboards downtown and back

In fact, I can feel my skin crack

I bust caps, snaps niggas and head back

Reach for they gats and twist they caps back

I don't know, I lost my mind a couple years back

Holdin in thoughts deep in my mind bout a carjack.

Cause I can make that nigga Jigga hit verse sound wack

Magnolia Shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shack

A blue Privea pulls up, my man hops out the back

Seen work rule my life but it never broke my back

 

I'm ill ill ill said it I'm ill yea what up now motherfucker i'm ill