[Intro - DJ Be iLL]
Too ill
Got my nigga Swala Row in here with me
And these niggas on too much fucking bullshit
[Verse 1 - DJ Be iLL]
Uh, Keep talking bullshit they gon catch halitosis
Standing out from them is my main focus
If the mic was drugs then we finna be overdosing
Hashtag Too ILL nigga put the plan in motion
Row, bro, they don't know that we flow though? (Nah)
They got us bent like kneecaps touching elbows
I'm so ill, and I'm not looking for a cure
I'm on my second mixtape I guess that makes me a sophmore
We do this shit right here, with no fucking script
They say relationships are hard work easy button press I finish the shit
I'm not a fan of the sarcasm
The beat dead you can tell by the way the speakers spasm
If you not rocking with me then you need to play catch up B
Everything got to have coordination flow OCD
Constantly hating on me, seriously what is you acheiving?
The award for biggest ass blocker is what you'll be receiving
[Hook]
Niggas talking cheap because they mouthing off for free
They ain't bringing that to me I'm from that 7-7-3
And I put that 3-1-2 into everything I do
Fucking up your whole clique it's just me and my crew see
This right here is for you niggas on that bullshit
This right here is for you bitches talking bullshi
All you haters, man I swear you smell like bullshit
Bitch I'm spitting bullets and them niggas catching full clips
[Verse 2 - Swala Row]
Bitch it's Row, yeah you know I'm from that do or die
See the top just like a bull's eye so tryna fuck with me is suicide
Ho
Got a couple songs and you on now?
Ya'll muslim niggas ya'll dried out
And I'm the red dot between that eyebrow
Ya'll broke niggas couldn't buy a vowel
Wash ya'll dirt that Tide style
This Swala nation we ride out
Was from the block but it's miles now
Bitch you wanna go?
You can grab a plummer you can bring the doctor
You can call a copper with a couple choppers
And you still couldn't stop the flow
Dime pieces to ya'll 9 hoes, D Rose to ya'll Rondos
Ya'll talking charts we climb those, we from the Chi can't rhyme slow
Everybody and your ho know we rap giants fee fye fo
Start me up no keys though and I'll kill these niggas like a 4-4
How sick I spit? Swine Flu I'm the illest nigga up out the crew
I take a 16 and spit a 32 now what the fuck you niggas trying to do?
Went butt naked to the Antartic, still ain't shit as cold as me
Ain't nobody even close to me now who the fuck is you supposed to be?
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Swala Row]
Yeah there he go going HAM again
Going Jean Claude Van Dam again
So on point like a camera man nigga
(Ah)
Around you they run that mouth, around me they cut that out
Cause these niggas know what the fuck I'm about
Chi-town, Drill-a-noise
Where them boys go crazy with them toys
Can't hang with us you ain't got the poise
We the cream of the crop that real Macoy
That 3-1-2 that 6-0-6 , that 7-7-3 where the illest spit
Man the Chi got to feel this shit because the Midwest has been chill as shit
But never that we can never nap, I'm here to bring that fire back
I'm the face of everything you lack, that's why your boy is running rap
That's why you niggas envy me, I'm MVP on MP3
Scared of me like CPD, you got every reason to be
When I spit ya'll know what's up, New Mill signed and you fucked up
Some gon say that I lucked up but I don't really give a fuck
Got DJ with me on the beat, that's when I become a beast
So when we see ya'll in the street, just chill that bullshit that you speak
[Hook]
