Illmatic - Still Ill lyrics

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Illmatic - Still Ill lyrics

Ey yo I'm still wicked like Ice cube I get loose can't stop till I get 6 crowns in the juicewho am I iz the ill muthaf**a do or die we gives a f** muthaf**erspittin' fire gimme that mic so I can rock it I got a million rhymes in my pocket till I stop itI drop it for the love of it I'm in it 2 win it my rapstyle techniques k** yo azz inna minutecan I kick it yes you can you f**ing with the wrong crew f**ing with the wrong mangoddamn I swear you smell MC aroma leave yo azz in the Koma when I come around the cornerwhat the f** I rock yo block no question the last thing you see in yo life is my reflectionyou can't stand my action my perfection is godless 'cause when I'm on the mic muthaf**a you're jobless Hook: Lemme hear you yo yo (yo,yo) blaze sh** iz all up in my flow and a pop pop (pop, pop) 4 the hits I drop up in yo block and what, what 4 the lyrics that I'm gonna shock and woo, woo (woo, woo) what you gonna do Lemme hear you hoho (ho, ho) 4 the illest rhymes up in my show and a pump pump (pump, pump) 4 the funk I got up in my trunk and a yes yes (yes, yes) 4 my cla** that nobody can mess and woo woo (woo, woo) what you wanna do II I'm the illest muthaf**a a live stormin your area the ill ma**aker lyrically blastin yatestin ya smokin yo azz like weed I feed microphones with words till yo eyes bleedf**ed up no criminal straight up physicalIllmatic is my name call me lyrical originaltime 4 open fire the mic iz my desire takin you higher 2 my own empiremy entire family is blessed wid da gift I don't give a f** what the hell you sniffback 2 the essence get your lessons so come near so I can f** your flow and stick my dick in your careerI'm here wid lyrical fitness hit this wid a witness don't touch dat mic b**h rap iz my businessI'm serious you betta call the cops f**in Dummy 'cause I can't stop till I see my a** swim in money Hook III Ey yo I come thru to check me out 1-2 out the jungle here he comes Double Trouble Personal ready 2 rumblethe Ill lyricist tung twist hyperactive my style's interactive ma**ive radioactivewhat the deal son ready to run up on a MC Life Poet Society k** my enemies verballythe prophecy it's on the bomb Ill the capricorn transform like spawn come over you like a k**a swarmon your marks get set go it's time 2 set it sk**z you never get it cause you smell like a f*gottdamned Illmatic bringin the drama 2 yo mama invincible karma eat yo azz like Jeffrey Dahmershine like crystal unstoppable like pistol what the f** you want b**h I'm unpredictablelisten I destroy fake ones like King Kong so lemme hear you yo yo just for my kingdom Hook