[SuperTanzi]
I be that kind of Ill Kid
Really I just feel shit
To the Ill tip so explore that
Son its Ill Kid Format
Ready to bring the peace to any place there be a war at
As in the nobel or better yet the laurate
I chill with mad girls doing yoga on the floor mat
Plus I just don't give a, like I was Borat
Yo that status of the record industry it be uphorant
Ignore it
(Why?)
Cause independent be the real shit
Everyday I steal shit
Auzerus revealed it and dope tracks yielded
And beats too
The type of shit I speak to but people
Are mad fucking see through
So stand back son I got the verbal traction
I need to beam to the hollow deck
Cause everyday kid is when I want to wreck
Instrumentals, and implement the pencil
An Ill directive to conjure up the mental is paramount
It's something that I care about
But now I gotta bounce cause I'm wearing out
What the word is...
[BMAN]
Woke up on a Saturday
After a long night
Just in time to eat a bit and get in the stage light
Bathing me from head to toe it felt so real
Even though I know my flow is not for mass appeal
But those in the audience
Knew what I was up against
Knew that I should get my chance
And knew that I would make them dance
But never knew that I had grew
From such unlikely circumstance
Pissing my pants with nerves
When I was just a squirt
But now I'm pissing on the dirt that covers this hurt
And I'm hurting on the haters
Cause they're losing their worth
And from birth
Which is from the day since I been around
It's been this up and down
It's been this smile frown
I don't want a crown
I just want a truck
So I can stop at any block and step up my stuff
Mic juiced to the maximum power
Just loud enough, that a whisper feels like a shower
So when I stop in your town
And take over your soundscape
You'll be feeling clean
Cause I washed you down with my tape
[SuperTanzi]
True dat
We be them blue cats from the blue states
The modus opporonde that group papes
Is mad cruc.., sitting back in the caboose
You know we got the down time to really let it loose
[BMAN]
Yeah the proof is in the pudding
Peaches in the pie
Power in the pen when I bring my words to life
A life of their own is what they take upon
I feel like a father that's sending them along
[SuperTanzi]
Sending them along kid
We do the bomb shit
Never on the fake tip
You know we keep it honest
So put me on a spaceship and send me to where God is
[BMAN]
The creator of the most intricate rhyme
Right now we're only living the first line
Word to word, year to year
Steering through this poetry that is from a divine ear
[SuperTanzi]
So where it all at
Like Keenan and all that
My man Kel, drinking orange soda with the ball bat
Used to be a mall rat
Now I'm a rebel
And any fucking brand shit is gonna be disheveled
[BMAN]
Chill Tanz, I hear you dealing like a devil
But now we gotta take it to another level
I be that kind of Ill Kid
Really I just feel shit
To the Ill tip so explore that
Son its Ill Kid Format
Ready to bring the peace to any place there be a war at
As in the nobel or better yet the laurate
I chill with mad girls doing yoga on the floor mat
Plus I just don't give a, like I was Borat
Yo that status of the record industry it be uphorant
Ignore it
(Why?)
Cause independent be the real shit
Everyday I steal shit
Auzerus revealed it and dope tracks yielded
And beats too
The type of shit I speak to but people
Are mad fucking see through
So stand back son I got the verbal traction
I need to beam to the hollow deck
Cause everyday kid is when I want to wreck
Instrumentals, and implement the pencil
An Ill directive to conjure up the mental is paramount
It's something that I care about
But now I gotta bounce cause I'm wearing out
What the word is...
[BMAN]
Woke up on a Saturday
After a long night
Just in time to eat a bit and get in the stage light
Bathing me from head to toe it felt so real
Even though I know my flow is not for mass appeal
But those in the audience
Knew what I was up against
Knew that I should get my chance
And knew that I would make them dance
But never knew that I had grew
From such unlikely circumstance
Pissing my pants with nerves
When I was just a squirt
But now I'm pissing on the dirt that covers this hurt
And I'm hurting on the haters
Cause they're losing their worth
And from birth
Which is from the day since I been around
It's been this up and down
It's been this smile frown
I don't want a crown
I just want a truck
So I can stop at any block and step up my stuff
Mic juiced to the maximum power
Just loud enough, that a whisper feels like a shower
So when I stop in your town
And take over your soundscape
You'll be feeling clean
Cause I washed you down with my tape
[SuperTanzi]
True dat
We be them blue cats from the blue states
The modus opporonde that group papes
Is mad cruc.., sitting back in the caboose
You know we got the down time to really let it loose
[BMAN]
Yeah the proof is in the pudding
Peaches in the pie
Power in the pen when I bring my words to life
A life of their own is what they take upon
I feel like a father that's sending them along
[SuperTanzi]
Sending them along kid
We do the bomb shit
Never on the fake tip
You know we keep it honest
So put me on a spaceship and send me to where God is
[BMAN]
The creator of the most intricate rhyme
Right now we're only living the first line
Word to word, year to year
Steering through this poetry that is from a divine ear
[SuperTanzi]
So where it all at
Like Keenan and all that
My man Kel, drinking orange soda with the ball bat
Used to be a mall rat
Now I'm a rebel
And any fucking brand shit is gonna be disheveled
[BMAN]
Chill Tanz, I hear you dealing like a devil
But now we gotta take it to another level
( Ill Kid Format )
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