I'm I.L.L. (Intelligent Lyrical Legend)

Intro: It's the A-B-S-T-R-A-C-T King! Verse 1: Fiya's back to write a rap for dial's that you turn up cause my verses keep me working like inertia The energy's kinetic when I get a beat and wreck it; my affinity for blessing mics a curse, huh? Obviously you got to be an awfully moronic beez cause honestly I'm constantly demolishing And I would teach you pawns a thing by chronicling the awesome theme remarkably but ya'll would leave the way you came cause I'm the Abstract King Over your heads, just like the feds in the chopper Off with they heads, because they're harder than Pez They can't grasp it like amputees Plus I off the hook so the point ain't received (Uh) Sharpen up, wear your tux for the occasion Casket sharp, just for carbon dating Hope you brought the bouquet, want to leave her impressed You ain't the first one to kiss death Sucker, I'm ILL Chorus: I am ill, ill I am ill, ill I-L-L ill I-I am ill, ill I am ill, ill (Intelligent Lyrical Legend) I am ill, ill (Intelligent Lyrical Legend) I-L-L ill (Intelligent Lyrical Legend) I-I am ill, ill (Intelligent Lyrical Legend) Verse 2: Intelligent Lyrical Legend, another epithet Irrelevant pitiful peasant present me petty threats But they can't handle the stamina Try not to damage amateurs, but I can't adjust And dumb down like layman's terms cause I earned Something termed education my determination Is blatant termination of ignoramus fakers Who want their anus kicked and I came asphyxiating Microphones when the pen is out of ink Grinding through the night and working through the day without a wink So don't think I'll put the gloves up, man; I Everlast Eight bars in the octagon with my punchlines, you'll never last Admit submission because your writtens, I twist em And got you hitting yourself and I'm getting your wealth In my pockets cause failure's not an option. I got this! You know you're dealing with a problem I told you I'm ILL Chorus Verse 3: Told me they were looking for a vaccine; they can't find it that means they're all hiding No one wants to fight what they can't touch and they ain't that tough I run amok, cause when I bust I swear it's such a rush But all them other suckers see me coming and start shutting up them shutters up And take a blind eye like they don't see me flying by Like hurricane winds and bury them trends with hot rhymes that I write They see brainstorming up tornado warnings with the flow I'm forming; When I reign, it's pouring Stacks and songs and cats and dogs that tried to rap along But they can't hang with, so they feel pain and anguish Stomping around upset, but this Fiya they can't extinguish I'm too hot, a melting pot of the whole game The no name grew up to the dragon who blew flames Not smoke, no joke, no folks can say it's simply mythical That there's a dude making bangers in your stereo typical And consistent and that makes me gain green And never get cut off like gangrene Now homie I'm ILL Chorus