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Illest Of Our Time

๐Ÿ‘ค Ren โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Sick Boi โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:11
๐ŸŽต 3140 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:11 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 3922043

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

One, two, three, spitting bullets on the beat
I'm a sick little puppy who gets lucky when he speaks
Blessed with a silver tongue, chest with an iron lung
Extraterrestrial, tentacles, alien
Psychopathic tendencies, a pathologic entity
If everything is set in stone then this is how it's meant to be
Elementary, dear Watson, you might find
Yourself inside the mind of the illest of our time

Let's get it popping, hot rocking
I'm Freddy Krueger, I'm chopping
I turn it up to eleven, the Demogorgon of oppin'
The strangest thing, I'm the boss when
The danger lingers, I'm plotting
Sweet like a spoon full of sugar because I'm Mary like Poppins

The double barrel is cocking, a shotgun shell to the noggin'
I'm coughing catchy bronchitis, you're in your funeral coffin
No blocking, stopping me, not when I pick the world up, I'm squatting
And when I take from the rich, I'm in your hood and I'm Robbin

Four, five, six, spit a crucifix
Six-six-six flow, crucify a catholic
Maverick, anti-hero, villain not protagonist
Words are kind of muffled when you're sucking on my massiveโ€”

Who's the fucking illest, who's the realest, who's the baddest kid?
Call the police on this beat before I damage it
A kiddie called Screech on the streets, I'm a masochist
So far from reach, I'm the type to kill a pacifist
Catalyst for chemical combustion, I'm the analyst
Of metaphors and similes and synonyms, an alchemist
Evangelist - spread the words I speak like they're cancerous
Pragmatist - think before I speak then I answer it

Pull up, pull up, pull up to the place
When I pull it, bang, a bullet sang, it shot right into space
Music for the hooligans, let loose on the estate
Call the police and the riot vans, the people want to play, hey!

Freedom now, has lost all meaning, how
Can we all be free in a hierarchic breeding ground?
The poor get poorer while the rich get rich in style
I'll be a heretic, kill a king, take his crown

Top of the throne, top of the kingdom I own
Top of the streets that I roam
Top of the dome, spitting for Britain, I show
'Em bars like a cellular phone
Hyping like Tyson, an icon, go twice in
Left, right in, I'm striking like I'm biting like a python

Ready? I'm heavy, I'm Mercury, I am Freddy
So eat my words, fill your belly like alphabet spaghetti
I am a rap-star
Don't believe me? The facts are
I spit fast like I'm Nascar
Don't believe me? Then fuck ya, ah, shit

I don't feel so well
I don't feel so well
I don't feel so well
Call a medic for myself

I don't feel so hot, my brother
Aching, shaking, stop then stutter
Things gone wrong hit by King Kong
A Swan-ton bomb like Hardy Brothers
I don't feel so fresh, my bro
Things get slurry, speaking slow
Head in Hong Kong, wonton soup
Is what I have for brains, I know

That I want to spread these tattered wings, hold them high
Banished from the heavens but I'm knocking on the sky
Living with depression is a blessing in disguise
Never second guessing, intuition getting wise
Want to sink into the pupil of my eye
Travel to the corner of my cornea and mind
Look for all the answers that I never seem to find
Till then, I guess I'm still the illest of our time

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:11.75] One, two, three, spitting bullets on the beat
[00:14.50] I'm a sick little puppy who gets lucky when he speaks
[00:17.81] Blessed with a silver tongue, chest with an iron lung
[00:20.62] Extraterrestrial, tentacles, alien
[00:23.73] Psychopathic tendencies, a pathologic entity
[00:26.44] If everything is set in stone then this is how it's meant to be
[00:29.89] Elementary, dear Watson, you might find
[00:32.39] Yourself inside the mind of the illest of our time
[00:35.68] Let's get it popping, hot rocking
[00:37.06] I'm Freddy Krueger, I'm chopping
[00:38.40] I turn it up to eleven, the Demogorgon of oppin'
[00:41.24] The strangest thing, I'm the boss when
[00:42.95] The danger lingers, I'm plotting
[00:44.37] Sweet like a spoon full of sugar because I'm Mary like Poppins
[00:47.49] The double barrel is cocking, a shotgun shell to the noggin'
[00:50.29] I'm coughing catchy bronchitis, you're in your funeral coffin
[00:53.00] No blocking, stopping me, not when I pick the world up, I'm squatting
[00:56.20] And when I take from the rich, I'm in your hood and I'm Robbin
[00:59.46] Four, five, six, spit a crucifix
[01:01.64] Six-six-six flow, crucify a catholic
[01:04.49] Maverick, anti-hero, villain not protagonist
[01:07.50] Words are kind of muffled when you're sucking on my massiveโ€”
[01:10.53] Who's the fucking illest, who's the realest, who's the baddest kid?
[01:13.21] Call the police on this beat before I damage it
[01:16.36] A kiddie called Screech on the streets, I'm a masochist
[01:19.20] So far from reach, I'm the type to kill a pacifist
[01:22.17] Catalyst for chemical combustion, I'm the analyst
[01:24.99] Of metaphors and similes and synonyms, an alchemist
[01:28.04] Evangelist - spread the words I speak like they're cancerous
[01:31.00] Pragmatist - think before I speak then I answer it
[01:34.41] Pull up, pull up, pull up to the place
[01:36.49] When I pull it, bang, a bullet sang, it shot right into space
[01:39.71] Music for the hooligans, let loose on the estate
[01:42.22] Call the police and the riot vans, the people want to play, hey!
[01:46.31] Freedom now, has lost all meaning, how
[01:48.63] Can we all be free in a hierarchic breeding ground?
[01:51.65] The poor get poorer while the rich get rich in style
[01:54.61] I'll be a heretic, kill a king, take his crown
[01:57.42] Top of the throne, top of the kingdom I own
[01:59.12] Top of the streets that I roam
[02:00.16] Top of the dome, spitting for Britain, I show
[02:02.03] 'Em bars like a cellular phone
[02:03.27] Hyping like Tyson, an icon, go twice in
[02:05.91] Left, right in, I'm striking like I'm biting like a python
[02:08.79] Ready? I'm heavy, I'm Mercury, I am Freddy
[02:11.26] So eat my words, fill your belly like alphabet spaghetti
[02:14.59] I am a rap-star
[02:15.40] Don't believe me? The facts are
[02:17.06] I spit fast like I'm Nascar
[02:18.44] Don't believe me? Then fuck ya, ah, shit
[02:22.35] I don't feel so well
[02:25.44] I don't feel so well
[02:28.44] I don't feel so well
[02:31.28] Call a medic for myself
[02:32.34] I don't feel so hot, my brother
[02:33.72] Aching, shaking, stop then stutter
[02:35.48] Things gone wrong hit by King Kong
[02:36.62] A Swan-ton bomb like Hardy Brothers
[02:38.32] I don't feel so fresh, my bro
[02:39.74] Things get slurry, speaking slow
[02:41.17] Head in Hong Kong, wonton soup
[02:42.58] Is what I have for brains, I know
[02:44.50] That I want to spread these tattered wings, hold them high
[02:47.88] Banished from the heavens but I'm knocking on the sky
[02:50.53] Living with depression is a blessing in disguise
[02:53.62] Never second guessing, intuition getting wise
[02:56.49] Want to sink into the pupil of my eye
[02:59.48] Travel to the corner of my cornea and mind
[03:02.50] Look for all the answers that I never seem to find
[03:05.30] Till then, I guess I'm still the illest of our time
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