The Illest - Jehst

Can they kick it?

Hear the drummer get wicked

Can the mans really spit it?

You ain’t really listening, B

Sunshine, everything I spit is Vitamin D

Eyes bloodshot red with a vision of green

Bruck-pocket, but fuck it

I’m living the dream

Looking goofy like Steve Buscemi

With a shorty like Shilpa Shetty

Silver tongue like a steel machete

Guts hanging out your belly like spilt spaghetti

Money flying like hundred dollar bill confetti

Get me?

I’ve got the militant cartel

Who’ll empty your wallet like a Phillie cigar shell

My name ringing an alarm bell

The stake through a vampire’s chest

Every lyric is heartfelt

I give 'em the hard sale

The coke in the cooler

Bring me the Martell

You’re all toys like Mattel

Give me two sheets

I roll a joint like an L

Fuck it

I roll an L-M-N-O-P

Whenever I please

Whether lemon cheese

Or the peng is Lebanese

Trees from across the seven seas

The illest shit the world has ever seen

Can they kick it?

Hear the drummer get wicked

Can the mans really spit it?

They ain’t fuckin with me!

Can they kick it?

Hear the drummer get wicked

Can the mans really spit it?

They ain’t fuckin with me!

The war chief with a million militias

Billy is malicious

I’ll be doing this

'til I’m living in a million dollar villa in Mauritius

Kill a lyricist, and leave him swimming with the fishes

Doesn’t victory taste delicious?

He died of circumstances suspicious

But insignificant evidence to prosecute

I make the impossible possible

Billy leap-frogging every obstacle

What do I got to do to get a beer around here?

Boy up the promoter

Clip him around the ear on some mum shit

You’re on some dumb shit

You’ll get confronted

Are you really feeling the beats?

I’ll hit you with a drum stick!

One sick son of a —

A hell of a hullabaloo

My head like a helium balloon

My ego is out of control

Off the leash, capiche?

Blood, sweat, and elbow grease

Can they kick it?

Hear the drummer get wicked

Can the mans really spit it?

They ain’t fuckin with me!

Can they kick it?

Hear the drummer get wicked

Can the mans really spit it?

They ain’t fuckin with me!