Текст песни Illest Of Our Time - Ren
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
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