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

[Geno]

Pop pop line was fav from first section

This shit was fire from second..

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

Fun read

Really enjoyed the fodora and peacoat line a lot. Swaggy

[ACTIVATE SELF]

The flex king lives. Dope shit iLL. The flow was smooth as hell and the lingo was my type of shit. The imagery was crazy too. I'll come back later with quotes.

[iLL ScriptureZ]

Gen, Self... appreciate the feedback. I been quiet on feed lately here. I'll get to that today.

[dull boy]

Cool

[2tripple0]

Didnt like this sorry.... but good for you for dropping i guess... dont know just seemed a bit fake to me too many like complex concepts and shit just didnt read like nothing captivating was really happenong here sorry man but good for you for dropping...

[PancakeBrah]

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

Math center was a bit of a reach/awkward. Some of the soft rhymes were nice. Very repetitive. Every rhyme a two word combo, non-stop. Nothing too complex. It's cool that you said Rathskeller idk what that is. The non-rhyme end to line five was good.

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

Battle rap lines to start. Idk if these are played out or not? Appreciate the attempt at wordplay. Devils dwell there was cool. Pretty generic hellscape descriptions. Spanish.

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...

Coffin that's deserted is a weird phrase. The wire thing is played out I'm pretty sure. Pedestal line was solid enough. Reginald rhyme was pretty forced and awkwardly worded.

...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

Best part of the piece. Hanger was out of place in piece with a tone like this. Last two lines were the highlight.

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

Cain and Abel referencing drugs. Needs to be retired.

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

First three lines were fine. Last rhyme/line was really forced.

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

S P A N I S H

2003/10

Thanks!

[Malevolent]

Yeah, you know how i feel about this piece. Its grimey, nasty and straight flex. Alot of bars in this were fire.

Quality is pure, if you're Abel to get a kilo of this Cain
NASTY

Mob style, a fedora with a peacoat in the rain
Thompson 1928 speak like a keynote to the brain
NASTY