سوف

[iLL ScriptureZ]

Tired of these rap fellas underground rat dwellers
At an unknown location givin' shots at the Rathskeller
......to count up the bodies you need a math center
Mad killer, mass terror, spoiled child with a bad temper
Rap iLLer, cash spender, top of the class
iLL seasoned like Mrs. Dash pepper
This aint a fairytale book Scriptz a fuckin’ monster
The 19 pop pop like my mother’s father…
Never stay with in-laws like a husband’s momma
Rather stay in hell with my Russian mobsters
The devils dwell there & they summons slaughter
Demon folks with evil souls that suffer constant
iLL with horns, kick in the door to ya fuckin’ casa
Troubled with never-ending hunger, mangia!
......Battlin' ya'll is Edible Arrangements
Have you talkin' through a wire not Federal engagement
Don't talk to me about the pedestal, I paved it
Put my hands round ya neck, this Reginald playin' Knicks
.....Why do I put long pauses in my verses?!
So you can hear the silence of a coffin that's deserted
It's all symbolic with a purpose...

...watch me work, look...

Bring the beef to ya face Uncle Rico with the steak
Have you wrapped at the coroner, burrito on a plate
Steady with the tooly Home Depot with the hammer
My ego got the hanger of a starvin' leo in a cage
Mob style, a fedora with a peacoat in the rain
Thompson 1928 speak like a keynote to the brain
Channelin' my numbers, remote with the change
Asylum as my studio, here's a peephole to insane
Scriptz a white bol but Creole with the flame
Quality is pure, if you're Abel to get a kilo of this Cain
Blood is as thick as water if they don't love you
...Here's my fuck you, I'm Cee-Low with the shade(s)
This shark-infested waters that Nemo's can't escape
Plottin' for a week inside of a casino with some rage
Timin' up my reload, iLL Beast Mode run the plays
Demonio blanco, this gringo triple seis
Havin' latinos sayin' "me no speak Inglés"
Just ay dios mio... peakin' from the grave
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iLL = سوف