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Текст песни Mykill Miers - The Illest

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"Cold get stupid ill!" -> LL Cool J{*scratched: "I`m the illest.."*}"Myke Miers" .. "get ill!"{*scratched: "I`m the illest.."*}"Myke.. Miers", "ill!"[Mykill Miers]Your first mistake, is that you wanted to go flow for flowBut my lyrical, was too much for you to bargain fo`My mic checkin is life threateninThe style I use can`t be defused, it only deton-natesThere`s no escape once you enter my zoneSee my vocal tone, it`s Gulf War SyndromeMany conspire, to overthrow Mykill MiersBut a, killer for hire, can never retireOnly retaliate with forty-fives and thirty-eightsand escalate, the wack MC`s death rateMy slugs scoot out, in a shoot out, bring the loot outYo move out, we find a new routeCause to hold it down, these dumb clowns wanna go the roundI`m layin wack MC`s down with my fo`-poundAnd then obliterate your whole townYou shoulda never crossed this killer, bet you know now{*scratched: "I`m the illest.."*}"Myke Miers" .. "get ill!"[Mykill Miers]Yo, can`t none of y`all last with meYou see I`m so dope they had to name the mic after meI blast MC`s that`s the way that it have to beMy family gots No Limits like Master PIt`s blasphemy to talk trash to meI turn your rap career into a catastropheSee I`m your majesty, because I reign like HusseinBlow you out the frame, now you can`t hang with the painthat I inflict, yo I insist that you bustI guarantee when you finish they`ll be moppin you upAhh yo I bust dope, see plus notemy style is cut throat to leave you blood soakedMy clique is thick like blunt smokeSee plus we all gun tote, and we best known to bust folksYour whole image is just a hoaxSee y`all went O.G.`s and locs, with six-fo`s and gold spokesI`m the illest{*scratched: "I`m the illest.."*}"Myke Miers" .. {*scratched* "ill!"}{*scratched: "I`m the illest.."*}"Myke Miers" .. {*scratched* "get ill!"}[Mykill Miers]My vocals is "Apocalypse Now"I served MC`s before but you at the top of the pileYou feel my onslaught, I walk the strets with a sawed offBody parts fall off, you gettin hauled offI express myself well with a gunYou think killin is hard work, but to me, yo it`s funI make all you rappers run, my notebook weighs a tonI got more ways than one to erase you sonMy police record, is platinum, I act dumbwith a magnum with brain fragments scattered in your bathroomSee I`m the bloodiest brother known to manCause the mic in my hand, similar to a knife in my handThe madman who leaves bodies in trash cansThe copycat killer will be the, last manyou would ever expect, the unusual suspectAnd I do most of my work after sunset, come test{*scratched: "I`m the illest.."*}Yo I`m the illest{*scratched: "I`m the illest.."*}Yo I`m the illest{*scratched: "I`m the illest.."*} {*fades out*}

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