Keep It Ill

[Hook x2] It's like everywhere I go, it's the same old shit Rappers still getting rich off the same old shit It's not skills, you ain't real, so just kill that shit I keep it ill, you ain't gotta say I killed that shit [Verse 1: O] Beats drop, when I speak stop or you'll meet Pac Tell biz he ain't just a friend if he can beat box I'm the devil and I'm back from Connecticut So go ahead and get offended yeah I said it bitch If I'm being watched, then the lines being crossed Life's hard and I ain't got no fucking time to be soft so If I offend you, then fuck you, I meant to My pencil, will never dumb it down on instrumentals No Biggie when they tell me that I'm wack because they're Dead Wrong Ring to your pacquiao fight, slept on Headstrong, but you're all scared just to fight me You'll suffocate, I'll even take the air from your Nike's Tell me where the fucks God? I ain't spoke to him Two chains, and I'm gonna rob you for both of 'em See me spitting punches until your face hits the asphalt If he ain't got bars, he's getting dropped, it's a bad call [Hook x2] [Verse 2: O] You want me gone then you cats gotta put in work I'm the gym, getting jacked like a woman's purse This is my game when I'm finished ima kill them Give them my grains like the Indians and Pilgrims Sharp rhymes, ain't a moment is dull Punch lines knock your fucking brain up outta your skull My shit's as hot as Nevada deserts it's outta control Fucking neurotic what I got in my head is about to explode Check it, I'm you times two infected with swine flu Injected with some viruses you would never survive through Advise you to keep it low, and stick to what you people know Beef with O and I can promise you you'll never leave the show Once more I think your whole team's fake You want war better down a couple protein shakes I put the nail in the coffin, offin' his head with my skill Let's keep it real, fuck keeping it gangster just keep it ill [Hook x2] [Verse 3: O] Sandy Hook, V-Tech, Columbine, this shit is cool Now the next child I kill is gonna be in middle school I'm tryna catch a body in every grade, until every grave Holds a school student or child who's fucking head is caved Thinking out the box and I'm putting bodies inside it First rule, break every fucking rule you decided Torture? I'll cut your eyelids, force you to watch the violence Then fucking strangle with the pulley Benoit died with I'd suffocate my child and strangle my own wife Before I hit the weight room and try taking my own life If the frog don't splash, then it's probably gonna croak Double murder suicide I left a bible as a note Come and face me, bath salts make your face tasty I'm the lost child of Casey and John Gacy So hate me, it fuels me to do this shit I keep it ill, even outside this music shit [Hook x2]