DJ Skizz - Salute the General lyrics

[Intro] Illa Ghee Skizz Brooklyn [Verse 1-Illa Ghee] Direct, dialect, dialysis Rap like a chemical unbalanced that balances The street life challenged by peace between balance Their all from the norm, loud between silence Nocturnal with the power of knock-outs My flow makes you nervous like a cop with a Glock out n***as talk sh** 'till its on, then they cop out So either get the crack or the band and we rock out Animal-like hood, the jungle is in your face And since I am a gorilla, this is the rise of the apes The sun may rise, but I can rise above space I rise like an eagle, my eyes is on snakes This thing called rap, I [?] all that And whoever push forward, get their brain pushed back So if y'all a DJ, homie don't play me You're watchin my throne like you Kayne or Jay-Z [Hook-Fame] I got the illest flow on the planet, goddammit n***as don't understand it, cause the game's underhanded So, I spit it from the ghetto with a k**er beat You should pay attention and listen (to who?) Illa Ghee [Verse 2-Illa Ghee] My grace is what I'm repping and tearing down shows[?] My flow is five 9/11's in a row (boom) Black Mac-11's in the 9/11 door News at 11, I done k**ed nine fools n***as sip [?], I'm high now Shorty wanna put her pretty lips on my eye now I now, flow like the wind in of the Chi-town Lowercase B, see the Capitol's eye now See I rhyme like a bomb in the bay, with no limits I'm about to do a show in the tank [?] Chicks love me, they see the boy flow and they faint I catch bodies, the blood is on the wall like paint I'm so raw, you never see me wearing the meat though Catch the wife who*es, I call them ocho cinco Sink slow[?], copycat n***as is Kinko's Illa is a pro, homie click on the link yo [Hook-Fame] [Verse 2-Illa Ghee] Ghetto nine's iller Ghee spits pesticides [?] give Dre a new Aftermath Mathematic, supreme magnetic Exercise the rhythm, cause the flow athletic Deeper, murder any rapper on the feature Smoking out of Wiz Khalifa I keep the [?] and high, tolerance is on zero Lost, so how I keep winning like I'm Tebow? I'm all about green, call me Cee Lo Flow is nince kilos Stack 'em in chips like it's Doritos The illest And I don't give a f** what you think Cause I'm a street king and I don't mean the energy drink See the drug tough guys copping fiends when they sober My beef is like a long time bib, it's never over Move quietly, like a B-M-Dub Motor Shooting every bullet at the skinny-jean culture [Hook-Fame](x2)