Artist: Forever M.C. & It's Different f/ Chino XL, KXNG Crooked, Rittz, Statik Selektah, Tech N9ne Album: Forever M.C. Song: Terminally Ill Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Chino XL] Rome, turn my headphones in just a matter Yeah, Big Chi' in the building M-80 what it do? Rebel Arms shit Yeah, yeah [Chino XL] Wordplay is what I made a lot of money off of long before the rap game ever went corporate (yeah) The first day that my first single dropped with a verse I was God puttin rappers in they coffins (real shit) It's awkward how I phonetically talk and telekinetically darken every booth that I walk in Superhero genetically, sellin out every market Wordsmith, marksman, everybody baby-mama target (hah!) Zoom zoom, spit at jet propulsion Marianas Trench deeper than the blackest ocean Mind lacks emotion, mass hypnosis Slashin throats and crashin boats, a massive vulture Raps lack results of murderin the ropes I'm shatterin cattle and catapults with animal quotes Convincin folks that I'm God from above and miraculous like the leader of all the last past of classic cults (ahh!) Some type of shit that make a coward wanna settle every beef that we ever had And wake up on the wrong side of the bed More like a bed of nails bein impaled inside of quicksand Expandin like sweat on your wristband Ain't gettin backstage, slappin you with my left hand Your nasal passage collapsin, drippin like Tristan A legend of the fall, see that was Tristan Too much sinnin now I'm barely existin A hemi transmission that is stuck in position So a can of Narcan is necessary to stop the narcoleptic to the "Poison Pen" interaction like Rip Van (crazy!) Even if a hater never see me shine bright What I write will still be the highlight of his timeline Walkin fine lines with a guideline Choke a weird cheerleader with her own little set of pom-poms Put you in your place, due to a plot Punch you in your face, usual spot It's brutal what I do to a cop My brain is polluted and I'll zombie-fuck a bitch 'til her uterus rot Nigga please stop, I kinda didn't wanna put out another album until I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character that could ever merit or damage a word, my plan is preferred Chino is the sickest spitter in America (yeah!) [Chorus: scratches by Statik Selektah] "Who the fuck you think you fuckin with? I'm-" "I" - "Am the magnificent!" "Who the fuck you think you fuckin with?" "I, I" - "Am the magnificent!" "Who the fuck you think you fuckin with?" "I, I, I" - "Am the magnificent!" "Who the fuck you think you fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck" "I, I, I" - "Fuckin with" - "I" [KXNG Crooked] I'm a walkin and talkin apocalypse I'm a boss standin tall as a monolith I'm the author of all that is ominous I'ma haul off, show you all of my dominance Brought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin Sarcophagus, all for my confidence I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk After you swallow this dick, I ain't never callin y'all, I'm anonymous I hate what the problem is I write like a columnist, I write like a novelist I write like my life in the end If I don't get it in with the pen, I'ma die in a bottomless pit like right where Osama is Fuck all that kinda shit, Dominick right where your mama live High with a llama bigger than a prehistoric hippopotamus Ready to draw blood quicker than a Phlebotomus Goddamn I'm good Cigar and beard, goddamn I'm Suge Ask me to get on a track and like a hog fuck a pig pussy, go HAM I would Crook came back with the murder nonsense I murder like I never even heard my conscience Only nigga iller than me is Earvin Johnson Only nigga realer than me deserve a Oscar Gotta be an actor, not only a factor, I'm an anomaly Like a poverty-stricken nigga gettin richer and richer in a dishonest economy Kinda like I did cause every verse is monster Monster, nigga I said monster Sicker than Trump stickin his dick in Ivanka Sicker than Billy Clinton playin the harmonica with Monica Lewinsky lickin his Willy Wonka Conquer, any MC's that I face Squeeze at a pace Tyler that could seize in a race Reach in my waist, killin 'em Any bullets I ain't feelin 'em, I'm reptilian, I regenerate I'm the reason to hate In the game it could change like seasons, I'll still get my piece of the cake Go Philly when the cheese is at steak/stake then I'ma leave you the plate California, I'm the king of the state! [Chorus] [Tech N9ne] Leavin nothin but carnage So many wanna be killers and hit the milla but they harmless with it, I stay armed and strippin away garments Sick as the mission a nigga itchin to slay varmints Slippin away tarnished, pick up the pace Clippin the shit of a triple today Frickin decay like an animal, nigga sniffin the prey Takin the A, Tech-nician I pick it and they swarm it S, with the illy with it That's when they get when they dissin the Tech, they really get it Whatever happened to him in the neck? The milli hit it Chopper hoppin up and then I'm poppin a wheelie with it Set it to burn, look at the way I deaded the germ Pathetic, now I got 'em headed for urns Bustin at me and get it returned Obliterated the bomb in the battle, I don't know the medical term Eat when the beef hot, never takin no cheap shot Just killa when the beat drop Nigga with the beat boppin, I don't be C-walkin You can bet we hoppin off on the B block Like a whistlin tea pot I Soo-Woo and the R-E-D got me watched off in the street with a G-R-A-V-E plot Dippin away from a crazy K.C. cop Pass the Henn', pass the pen Put it up on the paper the pitiful punks passed again Pick the pack then pollute the pathogens The pill, let me put patches in I'm in the zone, I ain't never knowin an equal Look at the rhyme, bustin mine, fuckin the people Is it the crime with the N9ne? Ducked in the steeple I'm in the slime bucket, time, fuck it, I'm evil (grrr) Sick as Samhain, I'm seekin you suckers to shake and slam lames and seein you suffer A killer campaign, comin to cut ya Buckin, blam brains, bang on a buster When I, spit it Ain't no-body, fuckin, with it Give it, everything I rip it, they wanna give me a ticket But they never quick enough for me so you better forget it! [Chorus] [Rittz] Wait a minute homie, stop the press, I'm the best The hardest in the game, fuck a celebrity boxing match I must've comped his ass, any rapper that say that they lyrical but they should not get half like "Roger that" Like I'm an astronaut that blasted off Abort and battled that and smashed through astroids And landed my aircraft to Mars, match me for bar for bar, shit I'm on another planet, y'all could latch Where the applause for that? You never hear 'em clap for him Did it all without a major label platform Get to ballin, he swishin, break another backboard Sick of all the bullshit that I had to absorb So past to fast forward, I'm an unsung hero Hear me on a song and be like "Homeboy, he dope" When they see me in person they be at at a loss for words like Mariah Carey at a New Year's Eve show Now please don't bite the Migos, they warm 90 percent of rappers got the same style now East, West, Down South went and had a pow-wow Most of 'em decide to bite each other, how the fuck is this allowed now? It's like I'm stuck up in the outhouse Can't avoid the shit smell, inhale chemtrails, you can see the SoundCloud This ain't gonna end well Rappers gettin deals, get shelved, get mad when their ships sail Clintel misspelled, move if you don't wanna get on with the movement Smooth in the booth when it's moonlit But I will knock a dude out like Amanda Nunes Let the camera zoom in, see my famous face Still sippin Crown Royal, no Ace of Spades I murder every verse I'm on In fact, when my verse is done someone should sing "Amazing Grace" Cause I R.I.P. these beats; what's my name? They call me R-I-T-T-Z, from the A And I put on for the North and I'm hard to ignore Here's another one par for the course While these boys wanna try to hold a candle with him Better watch your mannerisms, I don't think you really want a war They call me Rittz, bitch!