Ill-It Beatz - Final Fantasy lyrics

[Intro] I am Little Boy [Verse 1] I, I, I am Little Boy, my limelight'll bake ya Drop on an emcee's head, f** his whole day up Radiation merc you from a distance Godzilla n***a, Mead notebooks, the illest in detention Bag a PYT, baby hair, the flyest Her skin was like charcoal, her eyes was like diamonds Peace to the Kieatias, Delores and Anitras They cherokee designs got me hooked on fair features Quick with the premium, too wide Quicker with the cesium, light speed, too fly....science Why I gotta beat on these muthaf**as to reach them Flow holy water, they shy away from the preacher Madame Marie Curie, b**h died from being curio-us Move with the tool, throw school on Bob Villa My inventory's a different story, Legend of Zelda Brunhilde is zealous, there ain't sh** that you could tell her And how my city go from Carnegie the Rockafella To god bodies knocking off WAMO to block a fella? Ride for my negro, die for my negro Dig a grave for n***as that my negro done just bodied Swipe got the gat, Buck 50 cut em softly Stevie got the silencer, sing to the shawtys Gift Money Murder hold the double pump shotty Scooby snacks my jam, turned Velma into a bouty J-Man the glocc, B-Loc the 4-5 1st and last time you'll hear a gun in my rhyme The Lord is merciful, not me I slaughter lamb long as she beautiful, knock kneed Yeah, she had a stint where she popped E But now she high on B.O.B.C., pop in P....righteous Success got ya tearing up, I'm not feeling ya I got material, plus materia Limit breaks for the malboro savage Burghtown, knights of the round, quadra magic My love backstabbed by the law Jenova I move golden birds fore double cd is over I k** the messenger on Motorola Spell check's a blessing, I'm bligg, never catch me sober [Monologue Outro} It's Burghtown sh**, it's Ceiling Fan sh** It's Loudpack sh** Yeah...Little Boy was the bomb That they dropped on the Japanese in Hiroshima You feel me? And f**ed up all they sh** f**ed up all they sh** Final Fantasy b**h