O - Keep It Ill lyrics

[Hook x2] It's like everywhere I go, it's the same old sh** Rappers still getting rich off the same old sh** It's not sk**s, you ain't real, so just k** that sh** I keep it ill, you ain't gotta say I k**ed that sh** [Verse 1: O] Beats drop, when I speak stop or you'll meet Pac Tell biz he ain't just a friend if he can beat box I'm the devil and I'm back from Connecticut So go ahead and get offended yeah I said it b**h If I'm being watched, then the lines being crossed Life's hard and I ain't got no f**ing time to be soft so If I offend you, then f** you, I meant to My pencil, will never dumb it down on instrumentals No Biggie when they tell me that I'm wack because they're Dead Wrong Ring to your pacquiao fight, slept on Headstrong, but you're all scared just to fight me You'll suffocate, I'll even take the air from your Nike's Tell me where the f**s God? I ain't spoke to him Two chains, and I'm gonna rob you for both of 'em See me spitting punches until your face hits the asphalt If he ain't got bars, he's getting dropped, it's a bad call [Hook x2] [Verse 2: O] You want me gone then you cats gotta put in work I'm the gym, getting jacked like a woman's purse This is my game when I'm finished ima k** them Give them my grains like the Indians and Pilgrims Sharp rhymes, ain't a moment is dull Punch lines knock your f**ing brain up outta your skull My sh**'s as hot as Nevada deserts it's outta control f**ing neurotic what I got in my head is about to explode Check it, I'm you times two infected with swine flu Injected with some viruses you would never survive through Advise you to keep it low, and stick to what you people know Beef with O and I can promise you you'll never leave the show Once more I think your whole team's fake You want war better down a couple protein shakes I put the nail in the coffin, offin' his head with my sk** Let's keep it real, f** keeping it gangster just keep it ill [Hook x2] [Verse 3: O] Sandy Hook, V-Tech, Columbine, this sh** is cool Now the next child I k** is gonna be in middle school I'm tryna catch a body in every grade, until every grave Holds a school student or child who's f**ing head is caved Thinking out the box and I'm putting bodies inside it First rule, break every f**ing rule you decided Torture? I'll cut your eyelids, force you to watch the violence Then f**ing strangle with the pulley Benoit died with I'd suffocate my child and strangle my own wife Before I hit the weight room and try taking my own life If the frog don't splash, then it's probably gonna croak Double murder suicide I left a bible as a note Come and face me, bath salts make your face tasty I'm the lost child of Casey and John Gacy So hate me, it fuels me to do this sh** I keep it ill, even outside this music sh** [Hook x2]