"Still Ill!" lyrics

Be now, be ill, be down, be real
Yo
They used to always ask me
What I wanted to be when I grew up
I said, yo
Be now, be ill, be down, be real

A fashion dripper, Carhartt, Timberlands
Contest, opps flop, I stomp gimmickless
Average spitter, the response my competition get
I'm on next, you blessed like when the Phonte twist is lit
Lab hitter, progress, the God's magnificent
Patterns differ, context, my compositions hit
Fathom quicker, conquest, a conscious lyricist
Atom splitter, complex as quantum physics is
Since they put "My Melody" on a cleverly formed
My celebrity's still legacy, longevity long
Design flows in binary codes, no Matrix
Light speed, sound could be probes, no spaceships
Walkin' paradox, I made 'em all believers
Shift the paradigm, even time alter features
On the mic, it's either two-three or not two-three (Bi-di-bang-bang-bang)
In life, it's either to be or not to be (Old school)

"So you're a philosopher?" Yes, I is
Best in the biz, KRS, the best for kids
I'm blessed, that is anointed, I don't even mess with fear
Essentially, I'm mentally double-jointed
The original metaphysical criminal mind
The word was God, so when I spit it, I shine
When I spit it, if you get it, it's fine
But when they spit it, oh, you livin' is crime, decide quickly or mind
When we gonna lift off, spit gift off
And don't get ripped off with lip gloss and tits off?
How when I open my mouth, my jewel is exposed to you
My lyric lift you up, that's what it's supposed to do
I come to restore what they stole from you
Cure the cold in you, reverse what was told to you
Whether you hear me or not, radio or not
Television or not, my nine albums stay hot

My abilities to create mass delusion
Headaches, heartaches, and mass confusion
Contusions, I give out for free
Five at a time, one-for-two and two-for-three (For three)
Confucius, verbally abusive
Intuitive, a gift I give (I give)
Look what I'm givin', the voice of the unforgiven
In time, I might get forgiven for my crimes (Crimes)
Lay the body down and lace 'em with lime
You throw the beat on and I'ma lace 'em with rhymes
Heltah Skeltah, this pure love bizarre
Masta Killa said we gon' rock with the R (With the R)
You are who you are and we shine like the stars (Like the stars)
Sharp as a thumbtack, jump in my car, let's go

I walked on the sea of existence
And stepped on the show of the moment
The father of civilization, I own it
The maker of my daughter creation
One nation under a groove
Fortitude virtues of seamless scriptures
Woven with the threads of wisdom
This picture of my life intelligence stimulates life and matter
So eloquent, a thought so delicate
Yet weighs more than elephants, strokes of excellence
Extracted from the elements, a powerful calmness
I'm always armed and equipped with what I bomb with
A sweet flowin' river of math, facts are actual
Calculated pressure applied, hits are tactical
Masterful mind
Catapult self beyond the measure of time
The resilience and brilliance of Kurupt Young Gotti
Rakim the Godbody
With the wise Chief Jamal Irief when I speak
Raise the universal flags up high, set the pace

You didn't read that? Word to the curb
Know you heard about us to the birds in the powder
Now we splurge and devour
Flip furs in the prowler, excursion is louder
Dime to the third power, head surgeon in the shower
Correct, fuck a connect, now we surge into power
A turd on you cowards, I'm 'bout it
Grab Glocks and had a block in a box submerged in my flowers
Penthouse suite deep with bourbon in the tower
Nigga eatin' good, spices and herbs in my chowder
Chammy in the cup, my jammy in my gut
Been ballin' big with some bitches from Miami in the cut
Shit ain't over 'til a nigga leave with a Grammy in the truck
Annie and up, Luke bitches fannin' me with bucks
In God we trust, winnin', crush linen
Duck, spinnin', buck bendin' with a drug bust pennin'
We cop drops, niggas can't even touch lemons