Short....16 Bars. Some Street Sh*t....
My flow is world wide, You cant Miss-It.
Got MCs goin Ballistic. Giving it raw and Explicit.//
You need to shut up and Listen.
iLL ViL Spittin. Couldn't Rap, So you became a Critic.//
V.I.L. My life is simple Born, Get Pussy, Rap, Die,-Hell.
Stole cell mates doe to pay for My-Bail.//
Now I'm out and I'm Killin-them-Snitches.
My gun goes both ways cause it hit Niggas-and-Bitches.//
Raise the gun...We Hit-You-Sqaurely.
You want fame? I put ya name in the Chi-Town Times Abitchuary.//
Miss-You?-Rarely. I Spit-Shots.....Wouldn't care if I Hit-Cops.
So get the fuck out the way when iLL ViL's Shit-Drops.//
And I'm the Boss-in-K3(Kankakee).
And this is how it is...Dont hear you know more cause a Corpse-Cant-Breathe.//
(NO DOUBT)Just remember....This shits Simple.
A nigga turn bitch wit the gun to their Temple.//
SBIV....Spyda Black iLL ViL
I didnt feel this that much, liked the first few bars tho.
i´m still not reading much
seems like things happen
somewhere in your area
could be close to the brain