Mr. Ill – Vicious

Mr. Ill – Vicious Lyrics

Artist: Mr. Ill
Song: Vicious

I’m causing unforced errors
Balls get hung up like they mirrors, instantly
Walls get sprawled up, defending men from terrorist
Send in the pallbearers, shakin’ and wake the forest

Taking no snakes, fake styles bow before this
Even before hits, more sh#t will get unfolded
Dreamin and I’m seein men, but leave a nine unloaded
Breath in when I tote it, oh sh#t, get your whole clique

Be sho’ for show, watch my whole flow it ummm
Sticks mcs like a thumbtack, get they #ss cooked over drum tracks
Cause I bash it when I come back
When I blast it, better run back

Gun ‘tacks, for asking who done that
Running these amps like laps
Honey bees making wax
Give me one of these vacant tracks

For Mcs faking jacks they get slapped
For lacking fast tactics, and acting #ss backwards they get blasted
Testing my lessons graphic
Chorus

I done had it up to here with fake n#gg#s
Run up and you’ll get done up all it takes is one trigger
Shaking when I deliver
Making b#tches quiver, giving stitches

Taking riches, praying day to day to stay vicious
[Rappin Ron
It’s Ron time, I design rhymes
Then combine minds with defined lines

That go from here to beyond ‘99
Bombs like Russia, the 9 might bust ya
I rhyme tight sucker, Rappin Ron might crush ya
Ducking m#th*rf#ck*r, see you tussling with a hustler

What’s the use a, trying to have a future, when yousa busta
It’s just the ways, it scorch ya
sh#t amazon’, bustin like four gauges
More pages of metaphoric phrases

Abrasions left him stucked f#cked
Better get back, I’m wit that, click-clack, BUCK BUCK
I grab his nappy do like Scrappy Doo
Scrap with Ron, when I show up and blow up like an Atom Bomb

Dumb like here’s an magic wand
And here’s a magic trick, that tight n#gg# Rappin Ron
Finna cause some tragic sh#t
Let Ron spit the bomb sh#t to keep your mind lit

When the Ron kick the content, leave them despondent
The bomb hit your clique, the omnipotent
The Almighty, high taken, y’all lightly, I’m rippin sh#t
The nine awake, you’ll find your faith

Cause Ron’ll break and strike your dome
Concentrate to contemplate then confiscate your microphone
See it’s particular, styles is perpendicular
Leave in captivity, activity, extra-curricular

Texture is rippin ya, the tec will distribute the
Bullets when I pull it, you’re full it, cause I’m diggin ya
So get your Glock, Rappin Ron is rippin shop
This straight old Mac, done made mo’ scratch than chicken pox

I’m bumpin b#tches, making riches
Don’t forget this, it’s the n#gg# down with Mitches and I always look suspicious
Chorus
I done had it up to here with fake n#gg#s

Run up and you’ll get done up all it takes is one trigger
Shaking when I deliver
Making b#tches quiver, giving stitches
Taking riches, praying day to day to stay vicious

[Mr. Il
They say I’m vicious, the way I live is trife and quiet malicious
I pray and give advice on, nighttime expeditions
These tight lines make you listen

I’ll shake your whole position
Reciting and binding your mind up, end up with cold visions
[Rappin Ron
I’m wolfing at snitches, and looking suspicious I’m vicious

Hooking up b#tches and cooking up chickens for riches
This is spectitious, and you’ll miss it like it’s nutritious
Begging and pleading and grieving won’t even make a difference
With persistence is the way we play and plan to stay in existence

Ever since this, heaven sent kid could dribble on his bib
No soliciting, cause I’ll be back for stacks at my christening
End up missing when, cause my rap stacks from Sac back to Michigan
[Rappin Ron

Now this is an effect with intellect I hope you’re listening
I’m wishin and hopin and loc’in, and laying down some discipline
Smoking all them n#gg#s in my motherf#ckin way
I rush and duck and buck and spray

It’s just another day
What the f#ck you got to say
Get your #ss up out my way
Glock shots, hot rocks, yo don’t play not today

Sending souls to hide away
Total those who minds may lay
Like Pac I’ll die today, watch my Glock provide the way
[Rappin Ron

I bust shots in violent ways
Giving fools no time to pray
For no hope or redemption, I smoke them and lynch em
You need to pay attention when me and Ill spit

Cause we’ll split your grill quick, and we known to kill snitches
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Release Year: 2020