(Mr. Ill)
I’m causing unforced errors
Balls get hung up like they mirrors, instantly
Walls get sprung up, defending men from terrorist
Send in the pallbearers, shakin’ and wake the forest
Taking no snakes, fake styles bow before this
Even before hits, more shit will get unfolded
Dreamin and I’m seein men, but leave a nine unloaded
Breath in when I tote it, oh shit, get your whole clique
Be sho for sho, watch my whole flow it ummm
Emcees like a thumbtack, get they ass hooked over drum tracks
Cause I bash it when I come back
When I blast it, better run back
Gun ‘tacks, for asking who done that
Running these amps like laps
Honey bees making wax
Give me one of these vacant tracks
For Mcs faking jacks they get smacked
For lacking fast tactics, and acting ass backwards they get blasted
For testing my lessons graphic
(Chorus)
I done had it up to here with fake niggas
Run up and you’ll get done up all it takes is one trigger
Shaking when I deliver
Making bitches quiver, giving stitches
Taking riches, praying day to day to stay vicious
2x
(Rappin Ron)
It’s Ron time, I design rhymes
Then combine minds with defined lines
That go from here to beyond ‘99
Bombs like Russia, the 9 might bust ya
I rhyme tight sucker, Rappin Ron might crush ya
Ducking motherfucker, see you tussling with a hustler
What’s the use a, trying to have a future, when yousa busta
It’s just the ways it sure amazes, bustin like four gauges
More pages of metaphoric phrases
Abrasions left him stucked fucked
Better get back, I’m wit that, click-clack, BUCK BUCK
I grab his nappy do like Scrappy Doo
Scatter, run, you get toe' up, when I show up and blow up like an Atom Bomb
Dumb like here’s an magic wand
And here’s a magic trick, that tight nigga Rappin Ron
Finna cause some tragic shit
Let Ron spit the bomb shit to keep your mind lit
When the Ron kick the content, leave them despondent
The bomb hit your clique, the omnipotent
The Almighty, high taken, y’all lightly, I’m rippin shit
The nine awake, you’ll find your faith
Cause Ron’ll break and strike your dome
Concentrate to contemplate then confiscate your microphone
See it’s particular, styles is perpendicular
Leave in captivity, activity, extra-curricular
Texture is rippin ya, the tec will distribute the
Bullets when I pull it, you’re full it, cause I’m diggin ya
So get your Glock, Rappin Ron is rippin shop
This straight old Mac, done made mo’ scratch than chicken pox
I’m bumpin bitches, making riches
Don’t forget this, it’s the nigga down with Misters and I always look suspicious
(Chorus)
I done had it up to here with fake niggas
Run up and you’ll get done up all it takes is one trigger
Shaking when I deliver
Making bitches quiver, giving stitches
Taking riches, praying day to day to stay vicious
2x
(Mr. Il)
They say I’m vicious, the way I live is trife and quite malicious
I pray and give advice on, nighttime expeditions
These tight lines make you listen
I’ll shake your whole position
Reciting and binding your mind up, end up with cold visions
(Rappin Ron)
I’m wolfing at snitches, and looking suspicious I’m vicious
Hooking up bitches and cooking up chickens for riches
This is spiticious, and you’ll miss it like it’s nutritious
Begging and pleading and grieving won’t even make a difference
(Mr. Ill)
With persistence is the way we play and plan to stay in existence
Ever since this, heaven sent kid could dribble on his bib
No soliciting, cause I’ll be back for stacks at my christening
End up missing when, cause my rap stacks from Sac back to Michigan
(Rappin Ron)
Now this is an effect with intellect I hope you’re listening
I’m wishin and hopin and loc’in, and laying down some discipline
Smoking all them niggas in my motherfuckin way
I rush and duck and buck and spray
It’s just another day
(Mr. Ill)
What the fuck you got to say
Get your ass up out my way
Glock shots, hot rocks, yo don’t play not today
Sending souls to hide away
Total those who minds may lay
Like Pac I’ll die today, watch my Glock provide the way
(Rappin Ron)
I bust shots in violent ways
Giving fools no time to pray
For no hope or redemption, I smoke them and lynch em
You need to pay attention when me and Ill spit
Cause we’ll split your grill wit this, and we known to kill snitches
Cause we...
(Chorus)
I done had it up to here with fake niggas
Run up and you’ll get done up all it takes is one trigger
Shaking when I deliver
Making bitches quiver, giving stitches
Taking riches, praying day to day to stay vicious
2x
