Artist: Quez Album: Declaring Shenanigans!!! Song: We Put the "Ill" in "Kill" Typed by: @QuezThePoet glassEyeballs Southern Fried Java Monkey Art Amok Earth Dwellaz Guilty Pen QFP Yeah, we put the ill in it I bring the ruckus, you bring the Uncle Ruckus Cause you don't trust this new nigga over here I wouldn't trust me either if I was one of my peers Cause I'm known for killing mics stealing crowns and declaring Niggas not to be shit, but a company bitch While I stay independent get my money and spit With no corporation dick up and diddling my anus (bend over nigga take it, I'll make you famous) Well fuck the fame shit, I'll stay nameless Before some cracker in a suit dilute this potency of language I'd rather stay dangerous anguish to these rappers I'm 80s slang def, nigga, closed captions Fresh, I'm what's happening, death is what's crashing On their heads ha ha ha ha ha, excuse me for laughing Ha ha ha ha ha, sense of humor kind of dark and all I smile where you cry you can't embark where I walk an all I'm double the beast only one of me on Noah's Ark and all Until he threw me off for eating dragons body parts and all And now you know from where the shark evolved And how the dragon got extinct and when we lost them all I'm straight accosting y'all microphone bossing y'all Eat rappers like stake the way I eat them raw And when I eat I eat it all bloody lick the plate Emcee killer increase the murder rate By my damn self Beat killer, microphone killer Rhyme killer have you ever seen a killer? Up close and personal dope no filler And if you ain't killing it you might as well surrender And the Beatniq (killing it) Fit is (killing it) My man Gripp (killing it) Team SNO (killing it) Concrete Gen (killing it) Mr. Black (killing it) My dude Cuban (killing it) Yeah, we put the ill in it I'm doing fine Cause I'm going to party like it's 2999 Sip divine fine wine throw up the peace sign As the time chimes 12 and it reaches 3000 On cloud 9 on my way to cloud 10 So high when I rhyme I go tell it on mountain Me, I'm brown skin, you, you brown nose When they say sink or swim you, you drown bro Me, I breast stroke through lava Shift continental plates the vibrations felt in Andromeda And I spit this slang The verse so uncontained it reverse the Big Bang And unearth this shit stain of a planet, knock it off its axes Just for being viewed in such disdain And yeah, it's quite cynical clinically insane Or is it critically acclaimed for being lyrically engaging Or do I fall on deaf ears like hearing aid Either way a renegade like Em and Jay And so this inner rage displayed on center stage Explodes in a vindicated way as I slay An emcee who makes his wage peddling a life Contrived by gangsta movies ice and bright lights When they ain't bout that life but I ain't the one to tell em I kill em, ill with no penicillin Black on Black Rhyme (killing it) Jon Goode (killing it) Mystery (killing it) The Movement (killing it) Abyss is (killing it) Bull City Slam (killing it) Salt City Slam (killing it) Them Gold Niggas (killing it) Cola Rum (killing it) Sista Seuss (killing it) Ken J Martin (killing it) Misplaced Poets (killing it) Off Brand (killing it) The Remnant Crew (killing it) Duval Slam (killing it)