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Still Ill

Ey yo I'm still wicked like Ice cube I get loose
can't stop till I get 6 crowns in the juice
who am I iz the ill muthafucka
do or die we gives a fuck muthafucker
spittin' fire gimme that mic so I can rock it
I got a million rhymes in my pocket till I stop it
I drop it for the love of it I'm in it 2 win it
my rapstyle techniques kill yo azz inna minute
can I kick it yes you can
you fucking with the wrong crew fucking with the wrong man
goddamn I swear you smell MC aroma
leave yo azz in the Koma when I come around the corner
what the fuck I rock yo block no question
the last thing you see in yo life is my reflection
you can't stand my action my perfection is godless
cuz when I'm on the mic muthafucka you're jobless


Lemme hear you yo yo (yo,yo)
blaze shit iz all up in my flow
and a pop pop (pop, pop)
4 the hits I drop up in yo block
and what, what
4 the lyrics that I'm gonna shock
and woo, woo (woo, woo)
what you gonna do
Lemme hear you hoho (ho, ho)
4 the illest rhymes up in my show
and a pump pump (pump, pump)
4 the funk I got up in my trunk
and a yes yes (yes, yes)
4 my class that nobody can mess
and woo woo (woo, woo)
what you wanna do


I'm the illest muthafucka a live stormin your area
the ill massaker lyrically blastin ya
testin ya smokin yo azz like weed
I feed microphones with words till yo eyes bleed
fucked up no criminal straight up physical
Illmatic is my name call me lyrical original
time 4 open fire the mic iz my desire
takin you higher 2 my own empire
my entire family is blessed wid da gift
I don't give a fuck what the hell you sniff
back 2 the essence get your lessons so come near
so I can fuck your flow and stick my dick in your career
I'm here wid lyrical fitness hit this wid a witness
don't touch dat mic bitch rap iz my business
I'm serious you betta call the cops fuckin Dummy
cuz I can't stop till I see my azz swim in money



Ey yo I come thru to check me out 1-2 out the jungle
here he comes Double Trouble Personal ready 2 rumble
the Ill lyricist tung twist hyperactive
my style's interactive massive radioactive
what the deal son ready to run up on a MC
Life Poet Society kill my enemies verbally
the prophecy it's on the bomb Ill the capricorn
transform like spawn come over you like a killa swarm
on your marks get set go it's time 2 set it
skillz you never get it cause you smell like a fagott
damned Illmatic bringin the drama 2 yo mama
invincible karma eat yo azz like Jeffrey Dahmer
shine like crystal unstoppable like pistol
what the fuck you want bitch I'm unpredictable
listen I destroy fake ones like King Kong
so lemme hear you yo yo just for my kingdom


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