Salute The General - Illa Ghee, FAME

Illa Ghee

Skizz

Brooklyn

Direct, dialect, dialysis

Rap like a chemical unbalanced that balances

The street life challenged by peace between balance

Their all from the norm, loud between silence

Nocturnal with the power of knock-outs

My flow makes you nervous like a cop with a Glock out

Niggas talk shit 'till its on, then they cop out

So either get the crack or the band and we rock out

Animal-like hood, the jungle is in your face

And since I am a gorilla, this is the rise of the apes

The sun may rise, but I can rise above space

I rise like an eagle, my eyes is on snakes

This thing called rap, I all that

And whoever push forward, get their brain pushed back

So if y’all a DJ, homie don’t play me

You’re watchin my throne like you Kayne or Jay-Z

I got the illest flow on the planet, goddammit

Niggas don’t understand it, cause the game’s underhanded

So, I spit it from the ghetto with a killer beat

You should pay attention and listen (to who?)

Illa Ghee

My grace is what I’m repping and tearing down shows

My flow is five 9/11's in a row (boom)

Black Mac-11's in the 9/11 door

News at 11, I done killed nine fools

Niggas sip, I’m high now

Shorty wanna put her pretty lips on my eye now

I now, flow like the wind in of the Chi-town

Lowercase B, see the Capitol’s eye now

See I rhyme like a bomb in the bay, with no limits

I’m about to do a show in the tank

Chicks love me, they see the boy flow and they faint

I catch bodies, the blood is on the wall like paint

I’m so raw, you never see me wearing the meat though

Catch the wife whores, I call them ocho cinco

Sink slow, copycat niggas is Kinko’s

Illa is a pro, homie click on the link yo

Ghetto nine’s iller

Ghee spits pesticides

give Dre a new Aftermath

Mathematic, supreme magnetic

Exercise the rhythm, cause the flow athletic

Deeper, murder any rapper on the feature

Smoking out of Wiz Khalifa

I keep the and high, tolerance is on zero

Lost, so how I keep winning like I’m Tebow?

I’m all about green, call me Cee Lo

Flow is nince kilos

Stack 'em in chips like it’s Doritos

The illest

And I don’t give a fuck what you think

Cause I’m a street king and I don’t mean the energy drink

See the drug tough guys copping fiends when they sober

My beef is like a long time bib, it’s never over

Move quietly, like a B-M-Dub Motor

Shooting every bullet at the skinny-jean culture