Illest Of Our Time Songtext
One, two, three, spitting bullets on the beat
I'm a sick little puppy who gets lucky when he speaks
Blessed with a silver tongue, chest with an iron lung
Extraterrestrial, tentacles, alien
Psychopathic tendencies, a pathologic entity
If everything is set in stone then this is how it's meant to be
Elementary, dear Watson, you might find
Yourself inside the mind of the illest of our time
Let's get it popping, hot rocking
I'm Freddy Kruеger, I’m chopping
I'm a sick little puppy who gets lucky when he speaks
Blessed with a silver tongue, chest with an iron lung
Extraterrestrial, tentacles, alien
Psychopathic tendencies, a pathologic entity
If everything is set in stone then this is how it's meant to be
Elementary, dear Watson, you might find
Yourself inside the mind of the illest of our time
Let's get it popping, hot rocking
I'm Freddy Kruеger, I’m chopping
I turn it up to elevеn, the Demogorgon of oppin'
The strangest thing, I’m the boss when
The danger lingers, I’m plotting
Sweet like a spoon full of sugar because I'm Mary like Poppins
The double barrel is cocking, a shotgun shell to the noggin'
I'm coughing catchy bronchitis, you're in your funeral coffin
No blocking, stopping me, not when I pick the world up, I’m squatting
And when I take from the rich, I’m in your hood and I'm Robbin
Four, five, six, spit a crucifix
Six-six-six flow, crucify a catholic
Maverick, anti-hero, villain not protagonist
Words are kind of muffled when you’re sucking on my massive-
Who’s the fucking illest, who’s the realest, who’s the baddest kid?
Call the police on this beat before I damage it
A kiddie called Screech on the streets, I’m a masochist
So far from reach, I’m the type to kill a pacifist
Catalyst for chemical combustion, I’m the analyst
Of metaphors and similes and synonyms, an alchemist
Evangelist - spread the words I speak like they’re cancerous
Pragmatist - think before I speak then I answer it Pull up, pull up, pull up to the place
When I pull it, bang, a bullet sang, it shot right into space
Music for the hooligans, let loose on the estate
Call the police and the riot vans, the people want to play, hey!
Freedom now, has lost all meaning, how
Can we all be free in a hierarchic breeding ground?
The poor get poorer while the rich get rich in style
I'll be a heretic, kill a king, take his crown
Top of the throne, top of the kingdom I own
Top of the streets that I roam
Top of the dome, spitting for Britain, I show
'em bars like a cellular phone
Hyping like Tyson, an icon, go twice in
Left, right in, I’m striking like I’m biting like a python
Ready? I’m heavy, I’m Mercury, I am Freddy
So eat my words, fill your belly like alphabet spaghetti
I am a rap-star
Don’t believe me? The facts are
I spit fast like I’m Nascar
Don’t believe me? Then fuck ya, ah, shit
I don’t feel so well
I don’t feel so well
I don’t feel so well
Call a medic for myself
I don’t feel so hot, my brother
Aching, shaking, stop then stutter
Things gone wrong hit by King King Kong
A Swan-ton bomb like Hardy Brothers
I don't feel so fresh, my bro
Things get slurry, speaking slow
Head in Hong Kong, wonton soup
Is what I have for brains, I know
That I want to spread these tattered wings, hold them high
Banished from the heavens but I'm knocking on the sky
Living with depression is a blessing in disguise
Never second guessing, intuition getting wise
Want to sink into the pupil of my eye
Travel to the corner of my cornea and mind
Look for all the answers that I never seem to find
Till then, I guess I’m still the illest of our time
The strangest thing, I’m the boss when
The danger lingers, I’m plotting
Sweet like a spoon full of sugar because I'm Mary like Poppins
The double barrel is cocking, a shotgun shell to the noggin'
I'm coughing catchy bronchitis, you're in your funeral coffin
No blocking, stopping me, not when I pick the world up, I’m squatting
And when I take from the rich, I’m in your hood and I'm Robbin
Four, five, six, spit a crucifix
Six-six-six flow, crucify a catholic
Maverick, anti-hero, villain not protagonist
Words are kind of muffled when you’re sucking on my massive-
Who’s the fucking illest, who’s the realest, who’s the baddest kid?
Call the police on this beat before I damage it
A kiddie called Screech on the streets, I’m a masochist
So far from reach, I’m the type to kill a pacifist
Catalyst for chemical combustion, I’m the analyst
Of metaphors and similes and synonyms, an alchemist
Evangelist - spread the words I speak like they’re cancerous
Pragmatist - think before I speak then I answer it Pull up, pull up, pull up to the place
When I pull it, bang, a bullet sang, it shot right into space
Music for the hooligans, let loose on the estate
Call the police and the riot vans, the people want to play, hey!
Freedom now, has lost all meaning, how
Can we all be free in a hierarchic breeding ground?
The poor get poorer while the rich get rich in style
I'll be a heretic, kill a king, take his crown
Top of the throne, top of the kingdom I own
Top of the streets that I roam
Top of the dome, spitting for Britain, I show
'em bars like a cellular phone
Hyping like Tyson, an icon, go twice in
Left, right in, I’m striking like I’m biting like a python
Ready? I’m heavy, I’m Mercury, I am Freddy
So eat my words, fill your belly like alphabet spaghetti
I am a rap-star
Don’t believe me? The facts are
I spit fast like I’m Nascar
Don’t believe me? Then fuck ya, ah, shit
I don’t feel so well
I don’t feel so well
I don’t feel so well
Call a medic for myself
I don’t feel so hot, my brother
Aching, shaking, stop then stutter
Things gone wrong hit by King King Kong
A Swan-ton bomb like Hardy Brothers
I don't feel so fresh, my bro
Things get slurry, speaking slow
Head in Hong Kong, wonton soup
Is what I have for brains, I know
That I want to spread these tattered wings, hold them high
Banished from the heavens but I'm knocking on the sky
Living with depression is a blessing in disguise
Never second guessing, intuition getting wise
Want to sink into the pupil of my eye
Travel to the corner of my cornea and mind
Look for all the answers that I never seem to find
Till then, I guess I’m still the illest of our time
