this skilled drop, its still hot
not the rhymes, this clip filled glock
your show off – its canceled
stopped using punches cuz my hands killed
get thrown in a landfill
on top of an anvil, head on top of my mantle
blood dripping off of my lamp post
name an emcee I cant toast
thats everybody from the champs to ghost
its time I enhance my posts
we need to up the anti folks
just call me Katie Holmes, I’m anti-smoke
I hope I’m heard like an antelope
cuz these aren’t just antidotes
“where I stand” is dope, “I Stand Heres” a joke
at the bottom of the list,swallowing my piss
don’t hate cuz the man is broke
but micz punches like his hand is broke
its time I sent all of them a diss
the devil has been calling me to spit
I spit bars n watch the planet roast
I honestly didn’t plan to boast
but my styles universal I can span the globe
good to go, you can scan the code
look at all the propaganda sold
multi king? and…ah…so?
don’t get me wrong I’m a fan of flow
but when you gonna let the grammar-go
you ain’t heading down no glamor road
lets switch the flow..its time we get physical..
get literal, so technical, and lyrical
complex the flow until the lyrics illegible
its inevitable, I would be this impeccable
embedded in your head, its an epidemic
of massive proportions, Ill wreck your credit
with forces of electric, magnetic distortions
reinforcements are shredded like abortions
you still insist your the best?
am I missing the rest, Ill put your spit to the test
the paradox lies; on the boundaries of sound n science
search the depths of my soul, and all I found was violence
destined to be the best in this profession
I’m the Stinger, but this ain’t pro wrestling
i spit a freestyle and record the whole session
these rhymes aren’t for fun its my whole essence
a boy stuck alone in an unknown depression
see I zone to hold the microphone to death and
catch a breath n I’m back to hold the crown
its like fireworks motherfucker you know the sound
i don’t drop a mic, I throw it down
you got skill, you better show it now
before your mouth is closed with duck tape
your house is sold, everyone knows I’m up late
cuz like windows I give you the whole update
writing rhymes, Ive now wrote enough great
that I’m considered good, enough, eh?
nah, I take the hood; the rough way
Ill write rhymes until I’m really colder then ice
with icicles hanging over my mic
what causes a soldier to fight
I’m an auto-pilot, I ain’t even controlling the flight
you know it when I write, the twilight
I might, die right? i don’t care about my life so “why write”
good question, like Dmx I’m hood destined
hood destined with a good message
I only wish someone would test it
got ten albums of rhymes if I only could press it
every line I write is put epic, nobody’s touching me
I’m the Rakim of Illest, I say that reluctantly
what must it be, dont fuck with me
why ain’t I the best? nobodies crushing me
just joking, I’m just freestyling; throwing rhymes
emcees be on the block holding nines
until they are old n die, never mature
reminiscing of his wife n why he weren’t better to her
did you ever, sit back and wonder
why your rap has plundered
I have, so back to the sluts, I hate to use the word
usually, I refuse, to do the dirt
and insult women who screw at work
its ok, if I can see through your shirt
you know the saying; it takes two to flirt
it all depends on who you hurt
I don’t give a fuck who knew you first
these bitches drive dudes berserk
why do you think I turn into a jerk
these rhymes go to diverse
and all those who have been thru the worse
pain, so sluts put back on your shoes n skirt
rob her blind; awh, did you lose your purse
trust me, thats all this losers worth
I wont view her hearse
I’m on cue like pool sticks
don’t be foolish and battle me stupid
I know idiots who will happily do it
I will tactically school kids
i ain’t hating though…I’m just telling the truth…
these emcees couldn’t drop hard in the studio, if they *Fell In The Booth*
I resurrect the supreme being
the extreme Ian the lean machine fiend Ian
the mean Ian,the unseen demon, make you scream Ian
off your face is where you clean semen
the genius is back
so fast I’m like the cheetah of rap
you on crack, what kinda cheeba is that
you couldn’t beat me if you cheat in the match
I’m so calm, I’m even relaxed
I turned into heathen at last
spitting heat from my past
I ain’t even seeking the gatz
cuz like Lawgix Im fucking sleeping with macz
you ain’t beefing with that
you so wack I ain’t even peeping the track
flow so steady its crazy the way keep it intact
I’m jacked up like Batista in fact
I’m biting off every piece of your ass
teaching the class, while your leaking blood
you’ll are Big P you keep it thug
I ain’t breaking news, I’m making front page articles
hate faggot, cuz I got art to show
i got rhymes your not ready to prepare for
so wreckless I’m dropping bombs on a bare shore
what the fuck am I on a tear for
cuz I shoot for the stars like the airforce
in my airforces, I’m the airboard kid
you can just assume I have airborne sickness
born with it, hip-hop, Im bored with it
still spit it, with every metaphor wicked
this is ain’t for bitches like diverse n shit
I’m hurting kids, with some sort of urgence
all I have left is perseverance
and certain lyrics, aimed at the church n spirits
my verse is the combination of hatred
and abomination of fakeness
we have an incompetent nation of fascists
confident they constantly be racist
emcees ain’t got concentration to make it
thats why the conversation is basic
sending your demo; trying to get a corporation to take it
or even better giving one compensation to rate it
cuz you cant get a radio station to play it
I ain’t hating, I’m stating information with phrases
I’m just making a statement
I ain’t venting my frustration in pages
but you upset like I’m breaking arrangements
don’t make me break n your basement
I have no problem taking your savings
i ain’t any good with facing persuasions
you don’t want your neck cut straight with blade end
waking up late in a craze n facing a blazing
array of matrix like display, superman cant save the day
you have a kid? oh…I raise a blade
to your face like a razor blade
i promise, ill make you hurt like labor pain
and they say your strange?
I’m the reason the majors changed
cuz like Coin star I brought major change
i killed emcees, I only have stage to blame
how the fuck cant you praise my game
like Michael J Fox, I have to stay away from fame
or gatz get sprayed in vain
05 I was on fire, and I still amaze the same
your face getting grazed with flames
what about religion views, its like solving a crime
honestly, it goes beyond all of the shine
the formation of all creations, begin evolving with time
see being a racist was never a problem of mine
the first time I said it, you didn’t follow the rhyme
I want you to try to use all of your mind
emcees ain’t developing, so call it a lie
give me a shot of Vodca and Ill swallow my pride
if I used my hardest punches like apollo you’d die
look at all the big fish that Ive swallowed alive
so what haven’t I taught you about religion
< br />theres nothing I doubt your missing
ok, I got one, there was this one missionary
at my church, I would listen to him rarely
but I had him forgive my sins
cuz sins ain’t something I liked living in
so I was giving him
my deepest sins, when I was sitting in
this room, he was hidden
and told me; god is with him
and with me, he loves without condition
even at nine, I knew this was a contradiction
cuz five minutes before; it was something different
now I diss him, and religion
I try to send a vision to your mind
it ain’t easy spitting it with rhymes
so I read your drops cuz your listening to mine
I respect all of the emcees who rap on Illest
thats why back with skill kids
collab with me on a track, Ill half to kill it
cuz I have a prophecy, and I hafta to fill it
casket closed; i have a true addiction
through spitting, 2pac the new edition
I’m what judas isn’t
I’m the killer of jews tradition
bound to be breaking boundaries
winning battles insurmountably
emcees run from the sound of me
but like paper nobody wants to count on me
on the count of three, Ill return to my birth right
the worse night of my first life
im fucking dim like a church light, bye