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]