[ill nik-A]

spell-check…
coulda helped with most ur DQs & by now mediocrity woulda had u on top of their polls
how u stop? cold turkey? rehab? or just woke up 1 day & was like yup got that editing problem under control!
u champ? c’mon bro! hold ya horses, this won’t be ya first major get-lucky tourney
ur style needs addressin... cuz it’s so corny it’s like u got ya concepts at the Kentucky Derby
ya verses are dull, boy... u another one of those depressed fucked-up in the head dudes
from infiltrating, infiltration to now infiltrate... yo we get it, u finally sneaked into a community that accepts u
u test who? killed u plenty datin back to the days of graffiti cuz I’ve sprayed longest
but realized guns in text must shoot paintballs... cuz I just finished a RIP mural with ur face on it
I stay honest, u proved regular season ain’t shit & made it hangin by a string
damn, u did ya thing BUT this is ya last second-shot... cuz I’m Lebron bankin on a win
see, I go from good to beast-mode in the playoffs as u secretly hope for some help
I’d tell u to pull the switch… but that requires signing off & logging-in as Satima to vote for yaself
all u hear’s a whistle after putting the muzzle, I grab the 9 & pull the trigger
u wont know what hit ya, ur girl thinks it’s a catcall… u think she’s surprising u for dinner
I’ma killer, quick to make u history while ya last girl thinks u’re so lame
but fuck ya ex… I’m from that generation where the chrome’ll crush ya heart without old flames
I got barc hating 1st rd loss, blue hating 2nd rd loss, plus Aero & muff whose won nothing
& now I’m supposed to lose to the guy who couldn’t defend his first championship win like he’s done something
Stop fronting. I’m the defending-champ teaching this little Asian dude honor
I feel like a true father cuz I’m going back to back like u tryin to see whose taller