Ari Bradshaw - Ill With It (Remix) lyrics

You know I'm ill with it, The real deal, no gimmick A clear image for other MCs to mimic Flow wicked from the start to the finish Like spilled liquid beyond the fill limit A rhyme rebel, try to climb to my level Clever with the letters I'm one shot devil It's magic how I keep it clean, no static A mic maverick who shines bright, prismatic I block beef, I got what you need You want heat? I'll put you on the hot seat Never stop me, I blast through barricades Shaking up your frame like a Cali earthquake The word tweaker, come to spray down your sneakers The supreme leader of these underground creatures I keep it deeper and deeper, whether solo or feature Lacing up tracks like new-bound sneakers Flow so simplistic its coming out that biscuit So risk it if you wanna Lyrically I spray AKs piercing armor I'm a MC beating MCs with that trauma [?] Microphone check, 1, 2, the beat raper X-ing out you fakers now its time for you to wake up And listen to this real MC leaving here to shake up Picked up, going back to you I'm back at it Who's a rhyme savage? Spitting with this doom to consume [?] No need for that practice [?] Nothing left but dust, oh but no rust Oh but I must twist words I cannot bust Nothing left but dust, oh but no rust Oh but I must twist words I cannot bust There's no lyrical duration No spitting through the visual illustrations Still dropping notifications Yeah we got metaphors, f** hallucinations by this foundation [?] A verbalization to gain your fascination With a lyrical infiltration Now the beat feels a detonation and the aftermath is just devastation Is that not clear enough? Illustration to this operation So there's no need for confrontation Unless you want to brawl Help with a total recall As we constantly hold the whole protocol Breaking through this mental wall to the pay the price As we slice with the mic device Leaving verbal scriptures in ice Still paying with whatever sacrifice