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That's 2011 shit, hip hop is still alive in the flesh
MC's, yeah, the fuck man
I like that old bullshit, came to live out the dream
And to perform, some had to snort cocaine to act insane
You wild son, you wild, you wild
I was sorta sicko, I'm psycho, slightly insane
Stick a nickel bag right in the pipe, lighting the flame
Ditch your motherfucking cap, steal a bike in the rain
Wipe it out on the train tracks, I ain't right in my brain
Put the skull in the skully, put the bully in boulevard
Smoke ghoulies with Julie, suck me off 'til I'm fully hard
Blow a load and wipe it off then give it to Janet
She can suck it soft for me, bust a nut with the cement
Any occasion, I'm staying for days in the Days Inn
Cocaine and liquor and a bunch of caucasian
Women who on food stamps and raising children
In project buildings, they know my rhymes is amazing
The white trash king of the corner, the block bastard
You fucking has-been, you been dead, you got blasted
I'm still alive, I'm making history, Bill
Black these bitches in the media, they're pissed at me still
I blacked out a couple years and ended up in the flicks
I ain't catch a case, I bought mad new kicks and whips
Got two bank accounts and them shits is fat
Now I'm the mouse with the cheese 'cause I tricked the trap
I'm in the tub stroking bitches like Fritz the Cat
Then the pigs busted in and tried to frisk me, black
Like MC's is jumping out shoes and socks
Crowbars up the block, giving niggas speed knots
Now you're bleeding, leaking on your new outfit
Bragging 'bout your new kicks that ain't come out yet
You're just a fraud, frying up swine in lard
You probably sin all week then go praise your lord
Good luck, I hope you wash away your sins and such
Or make it through your bid without getting fucked up
Studio session, wrote an ill verse and I'm out
Human Centipede shittle in your girlfriend's mouth, what
The earth maker, the earthquaker
The doctor kill patient, it's urgent, the nurse paged ya
My fifth fire first, motherfucker, the verse blazer
Asiatic black man, fan of Fantasia
Boot Camp Clik, Nike all of my life
Might ball up my fist, hit you with all of my might
The story of Ricky
Wanted a dick and a fifth and it's horny as shit be
I might smack something for rapping your raps fronting
Goodnight nap something when clapping the gat hunting
Good will but I'm still the janitor
Smarter than all the rest but the scanner damage ya
I'm still insane, Bill and Slaine
Party over here bitch, pills and 'caine
You a frat boy nigga in your dorm with keggers
I'm a gat boy nigga, when it's drawn I dead ya
P, body degrade, three shotties to shake
Your foundation down in the first fucking place
Worst case scenario
Gun burst, break face, make you aerial
Yo, I'm Ill Bill AKA Illmatic
Walking conspiracy like the HIV that didn't kill Magic
Bricks and Glocks, snort white, bottles is broken
Same shit that got Sean Price kicked out of La Coka
I be the next one to over-relapse
Growing weed plants, we weed champs, LSE stamps, felony grams
Thousand dollar lesbians dance, catch me in France
Showtime counting plenty of cash, mentally amped
Politic like the Kennedy clan
Whether we're in a tour bus or a van, we'll forever be fam
They said work makes you free on the gates of Auschwitz
Same way ninety-nine percent of y'all ain't about shit
I pull cards and call things as I see 'em
Fuck a glass house, put you in a glass mausoleum
Then jump in the mosh pit
My presence is like when Satan is conjured
Or better yet like Slayer in concert
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