Still Ill Lyrics - Singles - Illmatic

Ey yo I'm still wicked like Ice cube I get loose 

can't stop till I get 6 crowns in the juicewho am I iz the ill muthafucka 

do or die we gives a fuck muthafuckerspittin' fire gimme that mic so I can rock it 

I got a million rhymes in my pocket till I stop itI drop it for the love of it I'm in it 2 win it 

my rapstyle techniques kill yo azz inna minutecan I kick it yes you can 

you fucking with the wrong crew fucking with the wrong mangoddamn I swear you smell MC aroma 

leave yo azz in the Koma when I come around the cornerwhat the fuck I rock yo block no question 

the last thing you see in yo life is my reflectionyou can't stand my action my perfection is godless 

'cause when I'm on the mic muthafucka you're jobless 

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Lemme hear you yo yo (yo,yo) 

blaze shit iz all up in my flow 

and a pop pop (pop, pop) 

4 the hits I drop up in yo block 

and what, what 

4 the lyrics that I'm gonna shock 

and woo, woo (woo, woo) 

what you gonna do 

Lemme hear you hoho (ho, ho) 

4 the illest rhymes up in my show 

and a pump pump (pump, pump) 

4 the funk I got up in my trunk 

and a yes yes (yes, yes) 

4 my class that nobody can mess 

and woo woo (woo, woo) 

what you wanna do 

II 

I'm the illest muthafucka a live stormin your area 

the ill massaker lyrically blastin yatestin ya smokin yo azz like weed 

I feed microphones with words till yo eyes bleedfucked up no criminal straight up physicalIllmatic is my name call me lyrical originaltime 4 open fire the mic iz my desire 

takin you higher 2 my own empiremy entire family is blessed wid da gift 

I don't give a fuck what the hell you sniffback 2 the essence get your lessons so come near 

so I can fuck your flow and stick my dick in your careerI'm here wid lyrical fitness hit this wid a witness 

don't touch dat mic bitch rap iz my businessI'm serious you betta call the cops fuckin Dummy 

'cause I can't stop till I see my ass swim in money 

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III 

Ey yo I come thru to check me out 1-2 out the jungle 

here he comes Double Trouble Personal ready 2 rumblethe Ill lyricist tung twist hyperactive 

my style's interactive massive radioactivewhat the deal son ready to run up on a MC 

Life Poet Society kill my enemies verballythe prophecy it's on the bomb Ill the capricorn 

transform like spawn come over you like a killa swarmon your marks get set go it's time 2 set it 

skillz you never get it cause you smell like a fagottdamned Illmatic bringin the drama 2 yo mama 

invincible karma eat yo azz like Jeffrey Dahmershine like crystal unstoppable like pistol 

what the fuck you want bitch I'm unpredictablelisten I destroy fake ones like King Kong 

so lemme hear you yo yo just for my kingdom 

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