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 d**h
s**er, 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 an*s 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 s**ers 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