Ken-Rock - Illa Than (feat. DatniccaJay) Lyrics

I'm a microphone murderer
Baseline assassin jump into the booth, ride the rhythm like a Aston
Late night escapades, champagne splashes
Cashmere cardigan, marijuana ashes
Interlocking G's don the frame of my glasses
Japanese selvage denim, feet classic
Flow so Reservoir Dawg remastered
Beat by Funkworm, speech is Jurassic
Shit I'm so sick that I cough up phlegm and spit acid
Lyrical gymnastic, rip bastards
Walk through the valley of death, grip ratchets
30 shot shit just in case it gets drastic
But still keep it dopeboy fresh out the plastic
Give a mic check, then I'll let your ass have it
Had some heat stored away that I wrote in an old tablet
Like a jab in a drought devoted to old addicts, uh

Look, nigga, you ain't iller than me Ain't no motherf*cker iller than me
You can go and search coast to coast from sea to shiny sea
You won't find a nigga iller than me
Straight from the city of the Chi
Where them skinny niggas die Best protect where you shit and you pee
Just a little word of advice on this mechanical device
Ain't nan nigga iller than me

Look, ain't nan nigga iller Said by the man in the mirror
Man, I done shook hands with some killers
And I done cooked yams for some dealers
From the land of the drillers
Where they'll have you dancing like Thriller
Been saying I'm that nigga Now they saying I'm that nigga
And that nigga might snitch
Watch what you saying to that nigga
I don't trust a soul, they'll cut your throat
And have you cuffed up and thrown and shipped up the road
Nowadays, you don't even see little girls jumping rope
They know somebody out there slump they folks
Man, I don't f*ck with folks
Is that wrong to say?
I just smoke and choke
Then I hope and pray that they don't provoke me
Cause they know that Jay quit to blow the toast
And you'll get blown away, It's noodles!
I'm f*cking up the game,
No safe sex and ain't a spitter iller worth a Cayex

Look, nigga, you ain't iller than me Ain't no motherf*cker iller than me
You can go and search coast to coast or from sea to shiny sea
You won't find a nigga iller than me Straight from the city of the Chi
Where them skinny niggas die young
Best protect where you shit and you pee
Just a little word of advice On this mechanical device
Ain't near a nigga iller than me

Okay, lay low, Irene and Anejo
Lamping in the corner like Fredo
Shining like a diamond, got a pocket full of pesos
Looking like a ki of that shit hustlers pray for
Nigga, how you wanna do it? Go ahead and say so
I body vocal booths, motherf*cker, call me Maeco
This is that 38 Special
Blue steel snub-nosed crown with the Idaho potato
The game is Silly Puddy Buddy, but I never play, though
I'm eating niggas food, calling rappers Alfredo
Rap style's wild as f*cking Lyle Alzado
The game is Beat Street, and I am motherf*cking Ramo
Blowing on the KD of wax, taking sips of the Jamo
Got a chip on my shoulder, full clip in the Draco
Riding with my unit, 5th, Buck, Banks, and Yayo
Looking to bash brothers like McGuire and Canseco

Look, nigga, you ain't iller than me
Ain't no motherf*cker iller than me
You can go and search coast to coast
From sea to shiny sea
You won't find a nigga iller than me
Straight from the city of the Chi
Where them skinny niggas die
Best protect where you shit and you pee
Just a little word of advice
On this mechanical device
Ain't no nigga iller than me