The Illest

Ayo, I burn my bridges with a blow torch

a rebel born from verbal holocaust

dirty and never try to clense to get the drama off

the swiftest stealth assassin snipe you

from balcony shots of terrorist position

professional from the opera box

rhyme documents infamous like the

Bill of Right, illa tight, having niggaz

open like the thrill of dykes Jean Grae

ya koo's a mass murderer, friends who got

the dirt on her, foes who never heard of her

wild style, my mouth gone to train up, I spit

Krolyon in five colours, when I speak I spray my

name up, split your wig up like Denny and Bruce

splash your remains and brains out on the street

like Henny and juice, noose your neck and loosen

your spine from back shift your spleen, rip till it's

just obscene, from down town spilling it, New York

illest who rip it ever, flow like a river fuck a girl

like a nigga what?

I've been through Hell and back, scars swell

on my back, I spit bars, y'all spit repetative

raps, I'm a street dude, who decided to rhyme

with lines that'll crack the disc between your mind

and your spine, that's why, y'all wanna bite my design

and that's why, usually I hold the mic like a nine

pistol whip you on the side of your eye, watch it

pop out, we knock out cats, with the floors when

it rocks out, shocked out, like you driving in

a lightning storm, with the top down, we got

this locked down, like convicts on the run

getting shot down, we four times

gaining yards in the whole line, see me

and Tech we steadily building, and we about

to blow like the Oklahoma Federal Building

and all them niggaz get mad when we step in

the building, cause we make the crowd jump

and hit they heads on the ceiling, what?

I spit heat like the deserts of Saudi Arabia

bury competition like Mesopotamia, emanating

radiation pissing liquid uranium, I bring the rock

like European drunks in soccer stadiums, I'll

split your cranium with perfect symmetry lyrically

if your not the illest, then you don't deserve to

spit with me, OBS obliverating bastards

sacrilegiously, I sacrifice niggaz who

talk shit ritualistically, meticulously making

all my rivals suicidal like white suburban

kids on acid reading the Satanic Bible

my arrival is genocidal, like Christopher

Columbus, exterminating racism of whack

MC's that walk among us, I've just begun to bust

I'll make this place, open gondela

these racist cops wanna lock me longer then

Nelson Mandela, pissed off, I'm making hella

paper, East to West coast, and I treat the law in this

country like a mother fucking joke, cause if I'm

willing to smoke the president, while he's sniffing his

Coke, you know it don't mean shit to me

to cut a fucking cops throat

Yea, Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal Technique

DP-one, tell 'em what the fuck we about to do

sh..sh..sh..shit on the whole industry