Real Prophecy - Get Well(I'm Ill) lyrics

[Hook 1: Real Prophecy] These n***as are hatin' cuz even they b**hes sayin' I spit well (I'm Ill) None of my true fans tell me to get well Put my CD in stores, will it sell? (I'm Ill) These n***as are hatin' cuz even they b**hes sayin' I spit well (I'm Ill) None of my true fans tell me to get well Put my CD in stores, will it sell? (I'm Ill) None of my true fans tell me to get well [Verse 1: Real Prophecy] Yo I don't give a mother f' u' c' k' Cuz C-Jay don't give a f** what he or she say I'm iller than ill, sicker than sick A female photographer couldn't even picture this dick It's ridiculous, why? cuz my dick you lust How did it taste? Cum oozing down the side of your face Give me a break, the only way that I could take five Is if I jack nickels, you Jack Nicholson, joker I'm an ace I'll annihilate, try and violate dying wide awake Find the time or place for rhyming, my mind is in outer space You whack rappin'? I'm the master of a rapper See him, give him 666 back lashings Mark of the beast, scriptures of leviathan If you don't abide by the bible, be quiet then Always got his hoes wit him, I heard he's a fireman Emcee for life, never reach an retirement so try again [Hook 2: Real Prophecy] These n***as are hatin' cuz even they b**hes sayin' I spit well (I'm Ill) None of my true fans tell me to get well Put my CD in stores, will it sell? (I'm Ill) These n***as are hatin' cuz even they b**hes sayin' I spit well (I'm Ill) None of my true fans tell me to get well Put my CD in stores, will it sell? (I'm Ill) None of my true fans tell me to get well [Verse 2: Real Prophecy] Now that I'm on the rise, all of a sudden we the best of homies But I'm the type to show love if you gets to know me I used to forcibly take the respect you owe me (Haaa) this n***a vex, reachin' like he got a tech to show me Like it's my fault your b**h wanna have s** and blow me Your ex is Nosey and now she's bout to Eskimo me Right above the nostril Bumpin' DMX that Ruff Rider love is hostile Love Sustains but hate expresses dominance Rappers don't have a lot of sense, I'm the prophecy so I'm the future Read the messages God has sent, this is astonishing Since you are aware of this knowledge then you are cognizant Bet you the type to downplay Respected and viewed for giving credit where credit is due Wanna leave hell but right now I can't be in heaven Fans I shouldn't have to die for you to rank me a legend I'm sayin' [Hook 3: Real Prophecy] These n***as are hatin' cuz even they b**hes sayin' I spit well (I'm Ill) None of my true fans tell me to get well Put my CD in stores, will it sell? (I'm Ill) These n***as are hatin' cuz even they b**hes sayin' I spit well (I'm Ill) None of my true fans tell me to get well Put my CD in stores, will it sell? (I'm Ill) None of my true fans tell me to get well [Verse 3: Real Prophecy] I hold it down for my peeps Untouchable Syllabalistic Shout outs to my n***a Pat for makin' this beat Reppin' Jamaica, Broward County is where I reside I'm occupied, me and Noex is trynna keep Hip Hop alive Zen Eleven ridin' wit us, old school to these modern n***as God forgive us, we only trynna bring change to maintain In this dirty game, as a student acting foolish Going back to school for music, research the data of rap acoustics And co*ky is something I don't know how to be But I put the ill in Iliad and Odd in the Odyssey Ha I gotta be trippin', I'm different, guess I'm a man now Don't need a handout, outstanding I stand out f** Swag, Steelo replace it in your vocab (Steeeez) Now how you like the sound of that Rewind it back, I'm ill, I'll tell you the same if you remind me Naw, I'm sick cuz ill is for Illuminati [Hook 4: Real Prophecy] These n***as are hatin' cuz even they b**hes sayin' I spit well (I'm Ill) None of my true fans tell me to get well Put my CD in stores, will it sell? (I'm Ill) These n***as are hatin' cuz even they b**hes sayin' I spit well (I'm Ill) None of my true fans tell me to get well Put my CD in stores, will it sell? (I'm Ill) None of my true fans tell me to get well