Lyrics
(Yea) Now from the time that I was born 'til I'm lying in the morgue
I'ma be proving how the pen can be as mighty as the sword
While the fans keep rewinding every rhyme that I record
Some of the illest in the game, you'll never find them in the stores
A lyrical outlaw, everything that comes out my mouth's raw
But y'all don't wanna see me, unorthodox like a southpaw
That fact I'm not commercial could be my ultimate downfall
'Cause I ain't in the clubs, y'all be thinking my style's flawed
It's the Illest Lyricist, verses sick as Syphilis
Ammunition is limitless, every sentence ridiculous
I'm built for this, flow's tight as an innocent clitoris
The mission is to get the album on the children's Christmas list
Midwest collaborated, it's sad to say
It's almost too late to salvage, the game's contaminated
Saturated with these fake ass rappers, it be them same back stabbers
That changed it up and made the game ass-backwards
It's a shame, what these rappers doing just to get some fame
Hit the mainstream to gain green, not to entertain
Spend some change on these whips and dames and expensive chains
Then complain, 'cause we don't like it when they spit they same
Sounding like the last garbage artist, just a different name
Y'all managed to cause enough damage
so now the illest came to fix the game
The true image is bigger than the picture frame
For all them doubters thinking it's insane to go against the grain
I eat rappers, I'm an mc cannibal
Spit these flammable 16s against these animals
Trying to battle R.I.P. Squad, but you just ain't able
They keep coming back for more like a buffet table
Trying to knock me off the top, but I remain on the pedestal
Say my name in vain, you'll hang like a testicle
Leave these haters laying up in medical facilities
Killing spree, hit you 'til your face isn't legible
Better find cover 'cause my aim is incredible
Suckers want beef, I'll turn their brains into vegetables
And I'm getting bread, so you fruits can chill
If you don't come off of the cheese, I'ma shoot the steel
That's the whole food pyramid, yes, The Illest Lyricist
The best out the Midwest ever to spit as clear as this
'Bout as mischievous as a million Dennis the Menaces
The sickest coming up with inventions to end my sentences
I'm warning ya, you don't want to clash with the warrior
Them 44s will make h- warmer than California
Hip Hop is dead, but please don't call the coroner
I've got the formula to resurrect it like a sorcerer
It's a shame, what these rappers doing just to get some fame
Hit the mainstream to gain green, not to entertain
Spend some change on these whips and dames and expensive chains
Then complain, 'cause we don't like it when they spit they same
Sounding like the last garbage artist, just a different name
Y'all managed to cause enough damage
so now the illest came to fix the game
The true image is bigger than the picture frame
For all them doubters thinking it's insane to go against the grain
It's a shame, what these rappers doing just to get some fame
Hit the mainstream to gain green, not to entertain
Spend some change on these whips and dames and expensive chains
Then complain, 'cause we don't like it when they spit they same
Sounding like the last garbage artist, just a different name
Y'all managed to cause enough damage
so now the illest came to fix the game
The true image is bigger than the picture frame
For all them doubters thinking it's insane to go against the grain