Illest Of Our Time

One, two, three

Spitting bullets on the beat

I'm a sick little puppy who gets lucky when he speaks

Blessed with a silver tongue, chest with an iron lung

Extra terrestrial, tentacles, alien

Psychopathic tendencies, a pathologic entity

If everything is set in stone, then this is how it's meant to be

Elementary, dear Watson, you might find

Yourself in side the mind of the illest of our time

Let's get it popping, hot rocking

I'm Freddy Kruger, I'm chopping

I turn it up to eleven, the Demigorgon of Oppin

The strangest thing, I'm the boss when

The danger lingers, I'm plotting

Sweet like a spoon full of sugar

Because I'm Mary like Poppins

The double barrel is cocking

A shotgun shell to the noggin'

I'm coughing catchy bronchitis

You're in your funeral coffin

No stopping, blocking me not when

I pick the world up, I'm squatting

And when I take from the rich

I'm in your hood and I'm Robbin

Four, five, six, spit a crucifix

Six-six-six flow, crucify a catholic

Maverick, anti-hero, villain not protagonist

Words are kind of muffled when you're sucking on my massive

Who's the fucking illest, who's the realest, who's the baddest kid?

Call the police on this beat before I damage it

A kiddie called Screech on the streets, I'm a masochist

So far from reach, I'm the type to kill a pacifist

Catalyst for chemical combustion, I'm the analyst

Of metaphors and similes and synonyms, an alchemist

Evangelist - spread the words I speak like they're cancerous

Pragmatist - think before I speak then I answer it

Pull up, pull up, pull up to the place

When I pull it, bang, a bullet sang it, shot right into space

Music for the hooligans, let loose on the estate

Call the police and the riot vans, the people want to play, hey!

Freedom now, has lost all meaning, how

Can we all be free in a hierarchic breeding ground?

The poor get poorer while

The rich get rich in style

I'll be a heretic, kill a king, take his crown

Top of the throne, top of the kingdom I own

Top of the streets that I roam

Top of the dome, spitting for Britain

I show 'em bars like a cellular phone

Hyping like Tyson, an icon, go twice in

Left, right in, I'm striking like I'm biting like a python

Ready? I'm heavy, I'm Mercury, I am Freddy

So eat my words, fill your belly

Like alphabet spaghetti

I am a rap-star

Don't believe me, the facts are

I spit fast like I'm Nascar

Don't believe me?

Then fuck ya

Ah shit

I don't feel so well

I don't feel so well

I don't feel so well

Call a medic for myself

I don't feel so hot, my brother

Aching, shaking, stop then stutter

Things gone wrong

Hit by King, King Kong

A Swan-ton bomb like Hardy Brothers

I don't feel so fresh, my bro

Things get slurry, speaking slow

Head in Hong Kong, wonton soup

Is what I have for brains, I know

That I want to spread these tattered wings, hold them high

Banished from the heavens but I'm knocking on the sky

Living with depression is a blessing in disguise

Never second guessing, intuition getting wise

Want to sink into the pupil of my eye

Travel to the corner of my cornea and mind

Look for all the answers that I never seem to find

Till then, I guess I'm still the illest of our time