Pete Flux & Parental - Illness lyrics

[Intro: Rob-O] The Illness, Pete Flux, DJ Parental, for your mental, you know the style [Verse 1: Rob-O] [Verse 2: Pete Flux] This cut is old school like a Cutla** Mitch Martin swag boy, catch me on the uptick Plan is to bust this, hands on your muskets But they're too slow, flow bland and it's rustic This is a must hit, rhyming quintuplets Got these rappers screaming it's a social injustice And I got soul so my vocals never lustless Haven't found yours? Let me help you get in touch with It [Hook: Pete Flux & Rob-O] We the illest in here Gonna spit some boss flows on these consiglieres Prick up ya ears, Pete Flux sick and severe Homie cla** is in session get cha syllabus clear Rob-O and Pete Flux hip-hop survivalist [Verse 3: Pete Flux] Name ain't Tito, but I make my mama proud I share with the people, never bring the drama loud Plotting on the sequel sitting in my domicile An eagle to these seagulls, but I'm covered by a shroud Of society's malaise, a maze of low standards Plethora of food that's made to grow cancers But it's just a phase, the brain gets so hampered Smashing on these slaves that's paid with no answers [Verse 4: Rob-O] [Hook] [Verse 5: Rob-O] Can you see what we see ? Feel what we feel ? New York, Atlanta to Paris the sh** is ill Dj Parental, instrumental for the streets Shout to Pete Rock, Heavy D, rest in peace [Verse 6: Pete Flux] Aiming for the top spot saying I'm a hot shot Buzz cooking slow like I threw it in a crockpot Getting the respect of a samurai's top knot Taking you apart like I'm working in a chop shop I am good press, you're an actress with a crotch shot Skipping on the track so my lyrics playing hopscotch Now it's going down, I'm glad you discovered it This is how ill sounds if you were to double it