Ill Section

By Prod Plague

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[Verse 1: Marv the Martian]

Slapping birds silly

Plague doctors ain't shit

More devastating than when

Osama let them planes hit

When I'm spitting to these bars

I start feeling sick

Ill so I'm murdering these fucken beats

I'm cold killing it

Causing earthquakes

That's making the ground split

These roughest tremors being sparked

By my drum kits

The throne's ready for the king

Now let me sit

I'm leaving other whack rappers

In the deepest pits

But fuck this

I've had enough of rhyming it I'm through

No biting here

So think twice before you start to chew

My punch lines

They be leaving punks up in comas

More swag than your bitch's

Caked on fucken make-over

A lost cause

You just lingering so press pause

Grimey ass kids

That stay's raw as fucken shattered jaws

Never been about bragging

Though I'm bagging toys

No joy when I throw them in

The fucken trash again

Whack rappers babbling

About their flashy rings

Golds and diamonds all the time it's like

Replaying the track again

Steel concrete and radiation

No variation

I've been contained

But still meltdown the insulation

Home invasion

Bust in with both guns blazing

Infestation we plagueing

Right past your radio station

First place

At the front of this fucken race

I'm hitting home runs

While you still stuck on the first base

I'm not sane

If your feeling what I'm saying

Wreaking havoc on your flights ho

Snakes on a plane

Finish off with a bang

Spat my slang

And your fame is what I've claimed

'cause this mic just got slain bitch


[Verse 2: NYuon]

Ill but I ain't

Twisted like your face

Scrunched up from the hate

Why your eyes all teary

Like I shot them up with mace

Ha ha now let me laugh for a second

Fuck what you reckon

You such a fake bitch

I took your chain for a necklace

I kick back with the plague 'cause

I'm so immune

Join the the tribune 'cause

It's the best move

We up in the basement spitting top tunes

While you up on that fake shit

Making fucked moves

And I'm so, bonkers

Honest, socially awkward

If you don't know me then keep moving forward

You know it, come on kid

You play the game but I go harder

Which means i go farther

Feeling like coach carter

Screaming in my ear for the whole damn four quarters

This shit is unfair

No cure here

The plague on a deadly path 'til the new year

And if you do hear

About a fake bitch, send their details to us

'cause we break shit

Or we'll send your ass to uncle nick motherfuckers!