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letra de definition of ill - will hernandez

verse 1:

i’m the definition of ill will
it’s time for you to real recognize real
the rhymes that i write, k!ll
my lines pure like c0ke, it have you standin’ still
after that i ask you, “how you motherf-ckin’
feel?”
stay talkin’ sayin this rappin sh-t a phase
don’t f-ck with me, cause then you’ll realize
this ain’t no f-ckin game
sneak dissin man, that’s a d-mn shame
i ain’t got no time for that, i’m tryna rise
to f-ckin fame, uh
keep spittin’ this lyrical
criminal, mathematical
problems that keep happening in this world
these b-tches be egotistical
cynical, problematical
don’t even know what the f-ck is going on
luh, i’m just tryna muhf-ckin’ get high
you should already know that the f-ckin’ end is nigh
aye, lil b-tch. aye, we finna put you in a ditch

verse 2 (clarity):

bring the old school back
this that old school rap
lyrics hard like a baseball bat until your brain goes flat
i ain’t gon’ take no naps, i gotta take my chance
i’m like the master, this dream i’m chasing after
i had a couple friends but them n-ggas is always bad blood
they never held me down, they be walking out of bounds, so i’m calling out the foul
i be civil in a crowd, i’m a symbol to your town, i be chilling in the lounge
smoking green from the ground, started from the ground up
now they see me now, i need get the cash and i ain’t tryna be greedy now. we need to help the fam til we rolling through the city, wow
they said i’m number 9 b-tch, i’m number 1
numbers don’t lie cause i’m the chosen one
cause i’m the chosen one (x3)

verse 3:

now we be rollin’ thru yo set, hood
don’t give a m-th-f-ck
you already know we be deep in the f-ckin’
cut
keep spittin’ and thinkin’ about what’s on
my mind
you already know i’m tryna hit it from
behind
now, watch these lyrics intertwine
i’m tryna give you a feelin’ that could go
down your spine
look, yeah this some real hip hip sh-t, watchu hip-hop kids really know bout this?
i keep grindin’ wit the spray
i grip the spray (x2)
i grip that muhf-ckin’ spary
i gotta spray this sh-t. like it’s an uzi-clip, i put that blood on my hip
and watch that muhf-ckin’ blood drip, b-tch

- will hernandez

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