ILL_FAM
08-06-07, 11:04 PM
most cats, rhymin' wit no facts. insult the listener, lying on most tracks.
i got the **** to make the side of ya dome crack!
it's ya boy, Illy...bringing timing and flow back, So cOOl!
blessed with flows to respect the old school
like I'm buying a throwback, so peep...emcees on the beat just sheep rollin deep,
disguised as a wolf pack!
why lie? It's Ill, Truth Spittin.real hip-hop is rare; most is bull ****tin.
"toasts" with full clips in? nope....
only "toasts" y'all know is those that's spoke befo sippin! (cheers!)
so listen, loud and stern. wanna speak the truth? I found the nerve.
ladies..love the way that I sound the words and my rhymes "stay fly" like clouds and birds, uh!
undefeated in the streets, the boy is dope. used to be so young, just a boy with hope.
it took a lotta pain for this boy to grow, so, life's spilled on the page. enjoy the show.
there's not one "bar" in 'Downtown Hell" that's 'hotter' than mine when I'm droppin a rhyme.
quick with the spits, the drop of a dime, I can write it or recite it of tha top of the mind!
part of it shines, part of it's grime...styles transform like Optomis Prime.
the day my little brother got shot with a .nine was the day the clouds came and it darkened the sky.
so, the harder the rhymes, the larger the eyes, and they jaws hit the ground when they drop in suprise
you talk ****? you'll get socked in the eye. True story, Illus Rated got the heart of a lion!
in the booth the Monster's alive. I never....bull****! like the popular kind
i do waht I do cuz, i ogtta survive, and stay true till the day my body parts from the mind, yo.
i got the **** to make the side of ya dome crack!
it's ya boy, Illy...bringing timing and flow back, So cOOl!
blessed with flows to respect the old school
like I'm buying a throwback, so peep...emcees on the beat just sheep rollin deep,
disguised as a wolf pack!
why lie? It's Ill, Truth Spittin.real hip-hop is rare; most is bull ****tin.
"toasts" with full clips in? nope....
only "toasts" y'all know is those that's spoke befo sippin! (cheers!)
so listen, loud and stern. wanna speak the truth? I found the nerve.
ladies..love the way that I sound the words and my rhymes "stay fly" like clouds and birds, uh!
undefeated in the streets, the boy is dope. used to be so young, just a boy with hope.
it took a lotta pain for this boy to grow, so, life's spilled on the page. enjoy the show.
there's not one "bar" in 'Downtown Hell" that's 'hotter' than mine when I'm droppin a rhyme.
quick with the spits, the drop of a dime, I can write it or recite it of tha top of the mind!
part of it shines, part of it's grime...styles transform like Optomis Prime.
the day my little brother got shot with a .nine was the day the clouds came and it darkened the sky.
so, the harder the rhymes, the larger the eyes, and they jaws hit the ground when they drop in suprise
you talk ****? you'll get socked in the eye. True story, Illus Rated got the heart of a lion!
in the booth the Monster's alive. I never....bull****! like the popular kind
i do waht I do cuz, i ogtta survive, and stay true till the day my body parts from the mind, yo.