The Illest-jehst

The Illest - jehst CHORUS: Can they Kick it? Hear the drummer get wicked Can the mans really spit it? VERSE 1: You ain't really listening, B Sunshine Everything I spit is Vitamin D Eyes bloodshot red with a vision of green Bruck-pocket, but f**k it I'm living the dream Looking goofy like Steve Buscemi With a short like Shilpa Shetty Silver tongue like a steel machete Guts hanging out your belly like spilt spaghetti Money flying like hundred dollar bill confetti Get me? I've got the militant cartel Who'll empty your wallet like a Phillie cigar shell My name ringing an alarm bell The stake through a vampire's chest Every lyric is heartful I bring them the hard sale The coke in the cooler Bring me the Martell You're all toys like Mattel Give me two sheets I roll a joint like an L F**k it I roll an L M N O P Whenever I please Whether lemon cheese Or the peng is Lebanese Trees from across the seven seas The illest sh*t the world has ever seen CHORUS VERSE 2: The war chief with a million militias Billy is malicious I'll be doing this Till I'm living in a million dollar villa in Maresias Kill a lyricist, and leave him swimming with the fishes Doesn't victory taste delicious? He died of circumstances suspicious But insignificant evidence to prosecute I make the impossible possible Billy leap-frogging every obstacle What do I got to do to get a beer around here? Boy up the promoter Clip him around the ear on some mum sh*t You're on some dumb sh*t You'll get confronted Are you really feeling the beats? I'll hit you with a drum stick! One sick son of a... A hell of a hullabaloo My head like a helium balloon My ego is out of control Off the leash, capiche? Blood, sweat, and elbow grease CHORUS