The Infamous Ill (Prod. LeftField)

 

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Tip’s ice so you know the fucker’s frosty

Hah — Atheist alright so don’t you try to cross me

You think I’m skipping beef with all you sheep but I’m just watching

Step on my toe then I’m involved dictate the flow like collie

Don’t invade the borderline you will get mortified to poppy

I’m macrophage so name your state you’re still a foreign body

I’ll eat you up that’s what’s up or I’ll slit your slimy throats

Jello tryna act hard writing bars — and these just the liner notes

Oops — you’re tryna step in my shoes

Except you’re finding them loose

Run in circles tryna catch up to me but just accept you’re a goose

Call me mace whether spray or ball and chain your face

Is what I’m aiming for it would look better off this way for sure

I kill like Shaquille call it art of the steal

Paint a picture with a bullet my neck might get some chills

Lobby as the necromancer cause when I appear

Body moves like a dancer on its own like automobiles

 

I’m a 4D being in 3D space

Means I’ll appear at your door just to shoot your face

I’m moving weight, lips distort when I rotate face

Cause I’m on a one way ticket to catch a case

You’re reppin ribbits, I’m reppin physics

Means I got the big brain dick and the digits

Means from from my angle you look like fucking midgets

So get the fuck out my face or you’ll be more numbers on my wrist like a fitbit

I talked to your brother and told him that he can ride this

I talked to your mother and now she’s another side bitch

So step aside or I’ll stick my dick in you like knives

Into hot pies and find that your cherry’s redder than stop signs

Tread lightly cause I got more power combined

Than a black man on a doberman on a landmine

I’m a mix of Prince Atticus Finch and David Lynch

So if you step to me today’s the day you haven’t been seen since

 

Not afraid of a style switch

I’ll be underground bitch you’ll be under the ground bitch

Take me to court and I’ll take you to ground bitch

Well fought but you’ll be knocked out fore the end of the round bitch

So you wanna talk motherfucker

Show me your mettle or here’s the wooden door motherfucker

I’m winning fights battles and wars motherfucker

Give me your lane or I’ll take it choice is yours motherfucker