Beastly Flow
• Written by Ill_Product
Opposites by similes we are not similar
don't get it twisted this is not familiar
Marvel at my game I'm a fuckin punisher
beast from the east burnin keef in the streets
when my boys from the Burg while the woods sizzle greens
hungry is the theme money is the motto
I be grindin everyday playin like the lotto
rainin gold, better get a poncho
souls cold callin satan for a condo
white boy with the lines give assistance like I'm Rondo
cut em like #Machete dagger hands like freddy
mask on my face cause this world isn't ready
feelin like a king treading on water
crucify your marks and then check em like Marauders
Familia is key until I lock the door behind ya
me I am a monster horror land author
feelin kinda strange makin blades a little sharper
stayin higher than the sky I'm more flier than a saucer
eatin rappers like a Dahmer, boutta take the dollars farther
married to that shit and to my change I'm the father
only cause I make it aint no need to fake it
give me just a inch and a mile ill be takin
vile in this pile with style from the basement
in the underground what ya thinkin now?
I see you lookin over here, heres a finger and a smile
Yo I'm a fuckin beast crashin towers like the Taliban
runnin through the streets exiled from the other lands
a demon in the flesh all I do is Tally-bangs
all I feel pain, inside the blood is stained
damn I'm feelin blue cross the brain waves
like a translucent view from the ground in a grave
where the people walk above and the skys turning grey
kinda Ill with the chills that kill like Uma to Bill
pop it like a #Pill with a #Rozay feel
On the pedal I'm still reckless with my wheels
rat tat tat-tat tat the chrome I spill
fully automatic rounds hittin the field
this is what happens when the beast wants a mil.
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Ill_Product
Member since February 23 2016