Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How Ill, artist - Jeru The Damaja. Album song Still Rising, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.10.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
How Ill |
| Skills? |
| Skills? |
| Listen, I got crazy skills |
| I’ma tell you like this |
| I’m so ill I snatch the food out the hungry lion’s mouth |
| Jog from Brooklyn to DC on I 95 south |
| Without getting fatigued I travel at light speed |
| Get shot with a bazooka, dog can barely bleed |
| I can touch a lightning bolt, and not get shocked |
| Put shots at the president and won’t get knocked no shittin' |
| Swim with the sharks and I ain’t never been bitten |
| Have Nelson Mandela quoting the shit that I’m spitting |
| Make one phone call I get pulled me apart |
| And another call I kick it with Osama Bin Laden |
| Have every lesbian chick, begging for dick |
| Make that nigga Al Sharpton cut off that old perm shit |
| Spit fire out my mouth like the mythical dragon |
| Own a unicorn horn; |
| smoke the blunt with the leprechaun |
| Squash ghetto beef before the weapons are drawn |
| Bring lash back to life and put his black ass on |
| To get this ill takes practice |
| Nasty |
| I’m so ill I have mike Bloomberg cutting me checks |
| Pimps instruct they hoes to pay me for sex |
| I make extra chips teaching David Blaine tricks |
| NASA called my lab before they launch rocket ships |
| So ill, Jackie Chan calls me the black version |
| After finished rapping I’ma be a brain surgeon |
| I can see the planets clearly without a telescope |
| Went to Rome to rock so they try to make me the Pope |
| I have Oprah in the crib posing for exotic flicks |
| Take a trip to Fort Knox and pick up like 80 bricks |
| Free all of the wrongfully imprisoned people out of jail |
| And when I’m finished with Oprah ill snap flicks of Gail |
| Ill rip the mic all night without taking a breath |
| Swim the Atlantic Ocean without taking a rest |
| Or getting wet |
| I always win so gamblers place your bets |
| I’m taking MC’s to Maury for maternity tests |
| To get this Ill takes practice |
| And it goes like this |
| I’m so ill they model computer chips after my brain |
| When a county in drought they call the kids for rain |
| Bring peace to the Gaza strip cause I got so much clout |
| Mario owe me dough for knocking Donkey Kong out |
| Wolfgang Puck gave me paper to teach me to cook |
| JK Rowlings asked me to write the next harry potter book |
| I can feed a million people with my peacea and jada |
| Darth Vader don’t really know I’m Luke Skywalker father |
| I spend my down time writing scripts for Scorsese |
| When I blow shit up I make the terrorists hate me |
| I’ma probably end up living until I’m one hundred and eighty |
| My stamina so legendary, wonder women trying to date me |
| My touch cures the sick, like an antibiotic |
| Slap up Steve Austin, and short out his bionics |
| Rap to a point just like a navy seal gunner |
| I’m taking shit over this summer and every summer |
| To get this Ill takes practice. |