Terminally Ill (feat. Tech N9ne, KXNG Crooked, Chino XL, Rittz & DJ Statik Selektah) Song Lyrics

Yeah, Big Chi in the building
M80 what it do
Rebel Army shit
Yeah, yeah
Wordplay is what I made a lot of money off of
Long before the rap game ever went corporate
The first day that my first single dropped
With a verse, I was God puttin' rappers in they coffins
It's awkward how I phonetically talk, and telekinetically darken
Every booth that I walk in,
superhero genetically, sellin' out every market
Wordsmith, marksman, everybody's baby-mama target
Zoom, Zoom, Spit at jet propulsion
Marianas Trench deeper than the blackest ocean
Mind lacks emotion, mass hypnosis,
slashin' throats and crashin'
boats, I'm a massive vulture, raps slack
Results of murdering the ropes I'm
shatterin' cattle and catapults with animal quotes
Convincin' folks that I'm God from above and
miraculous like the leaders of all the last past classic of codes
It's the type of shit that make a coward
want to settle every beef that we ever had
And wake up on the wrong side of the bed more
like a bed of nails being impaled, inside of quicksand
Expand and it's wearin' a wristband,
ain't gettin' backstage, slappin' you with my left hand
Your nasal passage collapsin',
drippin' like Tristan, a legend of the fall, see that it was Tristan
Too much sinning now I'm barely existing a
hemi transmission that is stuck in position
So a can of Narcan is necessary to stop the
narcoleptic to the Poison Pen interaction like writ van
Even if a hater never see me shine bright
What I write will still be the highlight of his timeline
Walkin' fine lines with a guideline,
choke a weird cheerleader with her own little set of pom poms
Put you in your place,
due to a plot, punch you in your face, usual spot
It's brutal what I do to a cop,
my brain is polluted and I'll zombie-fuck a
bitch till the uterus rot, nigga please stop
I kinda didn't want to put out another album
until I shot out every vowel and alphabetical character
That could ever merit or damage a word, my plan is a preferred
Chino is the sickest spitter in America
Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-(am the magnificent)
Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-(am the magnificent)
Who the fuck you think you fuckin'
with? I-, I-, I- (am the magnificent)
Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I-, I-, I- (fuckin' with) I-
I'm a walkin' and talkin' apocalypse,
I'm a boss standin' tall as a monolith
I'm the author of all that is ominous,
I'm a haul off, show you all my dominance
Brought a sawed-off, put a officer off in a coffin, sarcophagus
Off of my confidence, I'ma raw dog y'all broads from my obelisk
After you swallow this dick,
I ain't never callin' y'all, I'm anonymous