ILL BILL, Wordsworth, Verbal Kent - Remove the Gag lyrics

Respect is something that's hard
To earn damn it i create this effortless
Take it back like Kirk Hammett
When he played for Exodus get mines
Motherfuck you and your fake pretentiousness
Spit rhymes plus I’ll punch you
In your face for emphasis
Clips fly, spit shrapnel
Big bangers and det mines
Militant tribal cliffhangers risking
Their lives visitors arrive
Extraterrestrial villainous tribes
Exit starships dripping in a glistening slime
My dungeon master levels are high
It’s a rigorous climb
Raised on Canarsie block
Stuck in this system of crime
We all goons be the first to
Put the fist in your eye a loyal dude
Be the one to say the pistol is mine
I used to put PCP in the spliff and get high
Let’s fly like Michael Jordan 1985
That’s the Ill Bill mind frame, mind state
I’m great take it back like The Future
Is Now on live tape

Yeah, this was bound to happen
I found your favourite rapper whack
So I found him and then bound and gagged him
Asked him who the best rapper is
Removed the gag, said it’s Ill Bill
And the best producer is Kaz

Triumphant, worn by the sounds of trumpets
My crew abundant
Surrounds the villa ground’s circumference
The crowd I run with hit
You with a thousand punches
Piles and bunches
You can’t avoid it crouch and lunging
You’re found when running
Bloodhounds is hunting
Hundreds and hundreds of hints that head
To the house you hung in my power’ll punish
You cowards succumb in less than an hour
And you can’t control your bowels’ functions
You all earn your own right in the booth
Solo you whack so just spend
Your life in a group
You shouldn’t write to the loops
And make the loop
From the rope, put your head through it
On your throat and tighten the noose
My mic is a license to shoot
Snipe you from the height of the roof
Precise, could hit a pigeon in
Flight from the coop
My motorcycle bikers in route
Disrupt the neighbourhood with tattoos
Leather jackets and spikes on their boots
You didn’t know?

Yeah, this was bound to happen
I found your favourite rapper whack
So I found him and then bound and gagged him
Asked him who the best rapper is
Removed the gag, said it’s Wordsworth
And the best producer is Kaz

Yeah, buckle up, I’m a turbulent rapper
Rap married me
Performed my own sermon in the chapel
Yeah, I’m certain that you rapping soft
Is the result of many factors
You lack afterthought
Get your face caught on a cactus (Ouch)
You ought to be an actress
You’re bad practice
I’ll backslap you in the face
Until you rap backwards
I spit classic verses
The cuts that are mine will damage you
Worse than Kanye’s mom’s plastic surgeon
You’ll get a lesson from listening
Look what happened
Young rappers turn the beat off and
Write to my rapping for practice
You lack vision, something is sweet
You’ll dream of how I write hooks
When I punch you to sleep
Stop me? Shit, I’m Rocky Balboa
I’m like a boa constrictor choking the
Raps out of your throat like?
You know you’ll never figure out
My hooks are grimy
That’s like trying to figure out why
Poison ivy is so conniving

Yeah, this was bound to happen
I found your favourite rapper whack
So I found him and then bound and gagged him
Asked him who the best rapper is
Removed the gag, said it’s Verbal Kent
And the best producer is Kaz