Only the Illest 2

Ill rappers only

Real spitters no phonies

All I see is clowns and cronies

That labels scoop up trying to clone me

They say they'll destroy me

Like my shin, that's below knee

I go ham on beats like Porky

Giving knuckle sandwiches like a deli

Tell the omegas Alphas ready

Spit the alphabet like Alf a bit

Gone crazy and tipsy off a molly and henny

Go against me

You got no sense like you lost a penny

Aaahh

You don't want these problems

Choz and I be the illest

Top to bottom

Make a checklist

We fill up

All the columns

Back on my shit again

Terrorizing rappers

Life is a movie

But we are not actors

We stay winning

Now and later

Before and after's

Whatever us losing is weird

Like licorice and rice

She always complain that I don't treat her right

I try to be progressive

And let her name her price

But this bitch wants ice

Instead of large McDonald's fries

Yeah right

She better get in line

Trying to be a wife

The knowledge of words is so perverse

It makes each verse worse

Puts the beat in a hearse

Becomes the eulogy just to make sure it hurts

I told you that I kill beats

You act like you ain't heard

This just drum kicks

And piano riffs

The beat in your chest is what I'm killing next

No remorse

This of course

Goes to show

I'm the illest bro

Tongue infection

Lava saliva

Every verse is like a volcanic eruption

Creating an island

That is paradise to me

Just gimme an infinite beat

Shut up and let me speak

I'm the illest at this rapping thing

Why the hell you think Choz and I link

Beats are food and we gone eat

Till the end of time cuz we agree

Ill rappers only

Real spitters no phonies

All I see is clowns and cronies

That labels scoop up tryna clone me

They say they'll destroy me

Like my shin, that's below knee

I go ham on beats like Porky

Giving knuckle sandwiches like a deli

No pork on my fork but of course

If it's beef I resort to a corpse

Send em to the lord

Trip to the morgue

With the rhymes I retort

I could extort a whole drug field or

Cause newborns to

Morph into a buff

**** with black Air Force and a sword

Boss when it come to ill shit

I'm the source

Lost every bit my lungs

One cough

Dead **** walk like he got taught

How to take anything he want no cost

Cholley Mack the sauce

Come equipped with the drip similar to

Alkaline

Fiji

Voss

Fresh as fuck

You better duck

Into this ring

Your hat better not be tossed

Or you get the same treatment

As a man who owe 6, 7

A bunch of loan sharks

Warning

Your whole militia stands stiff to my trigger

A jaw dropping **** ain't on nothing but these figures

Ain't on nothing just got richer

But my flow just getting sicker

Coughing up these ill lyrics

While y'all flatline on this swisher

Smoke

Ill rappers only

Real spitters no phonies

All I see is clowns and cronies

That labels scoop up tryna clone me

They say they'll destroy me

Like my shin, that's below knee

I go ham on beats like Porky

Giving knuckle sandwiches like a deli

Mm

Cash Flow where we at with it

I'm in the cut trying to get it

Mm

That's no cap no fitted

I stay chillin

Tryna cut these beats like Krillin

Android smashing

Outfitted

Dappered down

New sickness

I'm down with it

Like the system down

And the computer crashing

Like potato mashing

Any competition that wanna take action

I become a giant

To a peon lacking

Under my boot you'll see them splat then

I run up with the mac 10

Lookin like what the fuck happened

Clear to see that y'all didn't listen

To anything we were rapping

We the 2 illest

And like a lung cancer asthmatic

This smoke you ain't want it