they aint want it tho... x here it come in with thunder that 100 truth / 100 proof, ha like pun on a juice / notion, go slow son, bun on a roof / blow some, on the low plus rum on a cruise / with my girl she my world plus one on the life / Put in 1 in her son, done right be a wife / Done nightly, the light shine nice for a lifetime / Might be the wine, but this might be the right time / - Do told me, know that you shinin' a north star / European route like we drivin a sports car / - report card for all artist is four stars / But your farther like prolly out where the war stars / star wars - jus beef resonatin from haters / Im labourin so late, I want bacon potatos / And heads crackin on some wackness, Im great cause I made it / These egg salad ass crackers who act like I paid in / 16 - But with iLLy the money go one way / 20 to 1, funny the fuck is they gone say / After this one - better badder with bigger biz / fuck that Im the one who showed em what bigger is / And I aint even need that hook that you thought that Id go to / A real artist supposed to hop boxes or blow through / or hotbox, till i' pops from the 02 / Non stop - Im on top - like a old dude / Im oldschool like a school house rocks / But still I hit it, they like illy ya that new style drops / I do my own shit, fuck it rockin 2 style socks / Fuck Actin like a baller buyin 2 pound stocks / My new found flow / is somethin like a new sound yo / So put the gun up to ya head or put the noose down low / Cause we killin it ourselves and let the news drown slow / On that little shit, feel it when I move crowds MO / 32 On my fiddle shit rooftop shootin at the youth cop / videos about it youtube like a juke box / Drummin like Im culture, Big Casp on the juice box / Kehmak, same track / where the truth rocks / Where it lerks prolly philly where they move shit / Or in the windy city, I aint been but dig the music / And now Im out in Cali where they took it and improved it / Next up NY, mecca for this true shit / Ask Napz body bags for wack fakes / body buzz from the buds boy my ass baked / body break my body been on the beach / my mind a been on the game, and left a body on beats / been layin low as the heat pass / we LA in it on higher layers of weed grass / we annihalated off the haze and a steep glass / by the way we aint even hate at yo a weak ass / 48 The strong willed I bomb villages armed villain / The chron dealer, the bong fillin Im long livin / Like im the king, vibe feelin like two in a million / aaliyah had 1, and its proof that these movies a kill ya Of course iLLy a just do what he do, he Sicillian / And gettin pussy, I aint pushy as smooth as brazillian / And even haters of the music know movement is brilliant / Cause I could put them on the top, in the newest pavillion / Im just a - wop, wigger, wack rapper, waste man / funny thing is the dude said it's a waste man / literally takin trash up out the waste can picturin me backup on vacatiann / I never hate man, sometimes Im dissapointed / You missed the point I been livin go out and get a point in / -- And already i feel em spinnen truths / Hear em droppin my name in random interviews / 64 But I refuse to give a moment of time / a moment of mine is 9 in the normalest mind / the formulas prime times few orient signs / try addin it all together add a 4 and a 5 / Imm on that 123 but a whole different size / Im on that uh, bruce lee from the home of the rise / - high, sky scrapin 6am to pm / - They hatin but lately been payin to see em / waitin to see, Im jus excited to eat / A mic, a crowd, emcees, then Im right up the street / On my my Mic Jack way I light up a beat / the tightest in reciters, d-sisive but sweet / See I disagree, cause derek is very nice / clerical error, lyracist, parent a pair a nikes / Plus we bangin on burgers and talkin biz / But I only want that ketchup and onions ontop of this / 80 You gimme mayo, its murder Ill take ya kids / And one by one all your neighbours, Im hungry waitin for chips / You hatin a star but look up and it still in the sky / Jealousy gon fill you, and that feelin is why / winnin off a bull shit, Like I live in the Chi / Thats word to Rynn D, skill the way that pippen applied / kill it in a similar style winnin the prize / On that MJ, 6 done been on the rise / When the beat goes, jumpin from the freethrow line / Im on at east coast, runnin on down beach no sign / of stoppin or no slackin that defeats yo time / So back off it, back up and go and ease yo spine / Im on that maestro flow, to let ya backbone slide / Im tryna stick to the vision I been maxed on high / So I aint payin no attention to attacks on vibe / Because the love so loud and the wacks gon die / Free fallin, fuckin paved the way / Like that underground rail that they made for slaves / People wanna sound real while they say the fake / & I dont work with anybody if theys a snake / 100