Intro Its the ABSTRACT King! Verse 1 Fiyas back to write a rap for dials that you turn up cause my verses keep me working like inertia The energys kinetic when I get a beat and wreck it my affinity for blessing mics a curse, huh? Obviously you got to be an awfully moronic beez cause honestly Im constantly demolishing And I would teach you pawns a thing by chronicling the awesome theme remarkably but yall would leave the way you came cause Im the Abstract King Over your heads, just like the feds in the chopper Off with they heads, because theyre harder than Pez They cant grasp it like amputees Plus I off the hook so the point aint received Uh Sharpen up, wear your tux for the occasion Casket sharp, just for carbon dating Hope you brought the bouquet, want to leave her impressed You aint the first one to kiss death Sucker, Im ILL Chorus I am ill, ill I am ill, ill ILL ill II am ill, ill I am ill, ill Intelligent Lyrical Legend I am ill, ill Intelligent Lyrical Legend ILL ill Intelligent Lyrical Legend II am ill, ill Intelligent Lyrical Legend Verse 2 Intelligent Lyrical Legend, another epithet Irrelevant pitiful peasant present me petty threats But they cant handle the stamina Try not to damage amateurs, but I cant adjust And dumb down like laymans terms cause I earned Something termed education my determination Is blatant termination of ignoramus fakers Who want their anus kicked and I came asphyxiating Microphones when the pen is out of ink Grinding through the night and working through the day without a wink So dont think Ill put the gloves up, man I Everlast Eight bars in the octagon with my punchlines, youll never last Admit submission because your writtens, I twist em And got you hitting yourself and Im getting your wealth In my pockets cause failures not an option. I got this! You know youre dealing with a problem I told you Im ILL Chorus Verse 3 Told me they were looking for a vaccine they cant find it that means theyre all hiding No one wants to fight what they cant touch and they aint that tough I run amok, cause when I bust I swear its such a rush But all them other suckers see me coming and start shutting up them shutters up And take a blind eye like they dont see me flying by Like hurricane winds and bury them trends with hot rhymes that I write They see brainstorming up tornado warnings with the flow Im forming When I reign, its pouring Stacks and songs and cats and dogs that tried to rap along But they cant hang with, so they feel pain and anguish Stomping around upset, but this Fiya they cant extinguish Im too hot, a melting pot of the whole game The no name grew up to the dragon who blew flames Not smoke, no joke, no folks can say its simply mythical That theres a dude making bangers in your stereo typical And consistent and that makes me gain green And never get cut off like gangrene Now homie Im ILL Chorus
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