ILL BILL, Slaine - The Realest lyrics
[ILL BILL, Slaine - The Realest lyrics]
These young boys with dreams
Of taking my crown i can't have 'em
They got wild imaginations
I'm something they can't fathom
Something too true or ankle killing
From a 22 in the boot of a villain
Who's doper than whoever you were
I'm doper than a whore shooting
Dope in the sewer the whole city built on
Piss and floating manure
That travels in pipes
Train stations and scavenger types
You can get your shit took
And stabbed with a knife
By a lick, crook, a quick jab and big hook
These sick fags trying to find
Out where I live, look
I got a crew of goons
Looming larger than Bigfoot
To fuck you up and throw
Human parts in a pickup
Truck come, a sick fuck
Since I made six bucks
And now I'm all papered out
And getting my dick sucked with power
Now you cowards get your tummy stitched up
I'm larger than life
Who the fuck are you prick?
I got an 8-Ball, beat you with a pool stick!
I walk in the dark, the burglar at night
This is the realest shit you
Heard in your life, aight?
Young amateurs play themselves
Making mistakes, they young shooters
Dude stay in your lane, youngsta
I'll give you a young funeral
And no funeral home
If these walls could talk
They'd paint a picture of the
Aftermath of wars are sparked
Doors are locked
Coffins lowered deep into the ground
Shovels and dirt shift while families
Weeping to the sound
But the world keeps turning
And the plot thickens
Street Robin Hoods are earning and
The cops are bitches
Another day, another million dollars
Another soldier sent home a crippled father
In the war with religious martyrs
Overseas concerts shocking all
Like senseless bombings
My hood soldiers be on your
Momma's block with pistols popping
It's a vicious cycle of horrible events
It gets worse, you try to kill me
I'll body you instead learn the hard way
Lose your life fucking with real goons
You dudes better smarten up real soon!
Of taking my crown i can't have 'em
They got wild imaginations
I'm something they can't fathom
Something too true or ankle killing
From a 22 in the boot of a villain
Who's doper than whoever you were
I'm doper than a whore shooting
Dope in the sewer the whole city built on
Piss and floating manure
That travels in pipes
Train stations and scavenger types
You can get your shit took
And stabbed with a knife
By a lick, crook, a quick jab and big hook
These sick fags trying to find
Out where I live, look
I got a crew of goons
Looming larger than Bigfoot
To fuck you up and throw
Human parts in a pickup
Truck come, a sick fuck
Since I made six bucks
And now I'm all papered out
And getting my dick sucked with power
Now you cowards get your tummy stitched up
I'm larger than life
Who the fuck are you prick?
I got an 8-Ball, beat you with a pool stick!
I walk in the dark, the burglar at night
This is the realest shit you
Heard in your life, aight?
Young amateurs play themselves
Making mistakes, they young shooters
Dude stay in your lane, youngsta
I'll give you a young funeral
And no funeral home
If these walls could talk
They'd paint a picture of the
Aftermath of wars are sparked
Doors are locked
Coffins lowered deep into the ground
Shovels and dirt shift while families
Weeping to the sound
But the world keeps turning
And the plot thickens
Street Robin Hoods are earning and
The cops are bitches
Another day, another million dollars
Another soldier sent home a crippled father
In the war with religious martyrs
Overseas concerts shocking all
Like senseless bombings
My hood soldiers be on your
Momma's block with pistols popping
It's a vicious cycle of horrible events
It gets worse, you try to kill me
I'll body you instead learn the hard way
Lose your life fucking with real goons
You dudes better smarten up real soon!