Blurred Pupil

Yeah
The Illa Ghee (Illa)
Gotta straighten out the business
See a lot of people got a blurred pupil
I am every letter for sickness
I’m a ninth diamond licorice
A king glorified via niggerish
Life is so vigorous
I destroy many villages
Vocabulary killer as the syllabus
Reach for the sky (sky)
I reach for the hammer when I’m low
When I click it when I’m high
I’m a skyline when it comes to radical rhymes
Crack capsule
Everyday alive is a crapshoot
It feels like I’m shooting in a black suit
Toss many rappers off the roof
When I’m in the booth
I’m a soloist group
I’m a white man hanging from a noose
I’m the cold truth
I’m a gun to use
As you drown in the fear
I’mma eat a masseuse
Better hold on to your roots
Cause I’mma knock the fucking feathers out your goose
I come up hard way, babe
And that’s the truth (and that’s the truth)
I’ve got the scars baby
Left as my proof (left as my proof)
I come up hard way, babe
And I’d do it again (and I’d do it again)
Cause I know that, ay
I’m duked to win (I'm duked to win)
A Yankee, so I gotta rep with the pinstripes
An immigrant trapped in the pimp’s life
You glimpse twice
Married to the game
But I’m eating the rice
But like Sean, it all comes with a price
I’m not saying I’m nice
I’ll destroy any rapper in life
I’m a nigga counting cash
After pulling the heist
I’m like Q-Tip without Phife
A cruise ship without life
A mother getting killed with a knife
Now that’s gangsta
This is what a lyricist sounds like
I piss in the pyramids
Flow is a Klondike
Rap King Kong, I perform in the bomb site
And call Illa Megatron, poetry, fog lights
Rap like I’m pitting a dog fight
My 44 twice
I’m a Newport, smoke from satellites (satellites)
Paragraphs made from parasites
Illa Ghee is made of lyrics and a appetite
I come up hard way, babe
And that’s the truth (and that’s the truth)
I’ve got the scars baby
Left as my proof (left as my proof)
I come up hard way, babe
And I’d do it again (and I’d do it again)
Cause I know that, ay
I’m duked to win (I'm duked to win)