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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,799
Peak in subgenre #49
Author
J. Dougherty
Rights
2006
Uploaded
August 01, 2007
Track Files
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MP3 4.4 MB • 128 kbps • 4:46
Lyrics
They call me Ill
Cuz I chill and chill
I’m the mc/dj who ain’t run of the mill
I mix so well
If you can’t tell
Cut so nice, but scratch like hell
My rhyme directs you
Scratching perplexs you
The beat corrects you
To a notion
Of B-Boy motion
Call me Ill and I’m in full effect
First name is Joe and I come correct
My father side Irish, my mother side Russian
Put them together and I’m cold, cold krushing
JO-EV-I double L, is how it's spelled
Try to bite my words and you'll be expelled
Because I'm always fresh -- invincible
This is the school of old and I'm the principal
If a party is dull, call me on the phone
1 wrecking emcee, I walk alone
Rock that party down to the core
I’m a one man crew with the force of four
I’m chilling crossed arms in my B-Boy stance
But on the cut, I’m gonna make you dance
You go one for the party, two for the crowd
Come on everybody lets kick it loud
They call me
Beastie Boys: ILL! (Beastie Boys – It’s Time To Get Ill)
They call me
Beastie Boys: ILL! (Beastie Boys – It’s Time To Get Ill)
They call me
Beastie Boys: ILL! (Beastie Boys – It’s Time To Get Ill)
100 bpms -- boom bap fiend
Hundred flexes a second, like a machine
I take creativity over monotony, I love Boom Bap
That's why – I DON’T LIKE COMMERCIAL RAP!
Pass me the mic, this moment I’m seizing
They don’t call me Ill for no reason
Microphones are on fire and this ones burning
My super dope rhymes keep the crowd yearning
For more
In fact they chant for an encore
Been a beautiful struggle for Hip Hop like Talib
Isn’t there any room for an emcee to live?
Never sipped some rap success sauce
Cuz my style would be at a loss
They’d want me to wear plain white tees
And plain white Air Force Nikes
Couldn’t use these rhymes when I recite 'em
But the thieves will get it when they bite 'em
Twenty years in the past, but still a trend setter
My style keeps getting doper and fresher
You can’t do what I do, don’t get furious
I’ve developed my skill through experience
Make songs digging through record crates
Backed by beats from the 808’s
You’re the disease, I’m the anecdote
Your freestyles wack didn't even even span-a-note
This is the jam where I go for the kill
The beat knocked you down dead cuz I’m so ill
They call me
Beastie Boys: ILL! (Beastie Boys – It’s Time To Get Ill)
They call me
Beastie Boys: ILL! (Beastie Boys – It’s Time To Get Ill)
They call me
Beastie Boys: ILL! (Beastie Boys – It’s Time To Get Ill)
Putting Hip Hop back on the map
A battle plan against those who rap
So they wanna compete, be a competitor
They’re the prey and I’m the predator
I’ll blow your mind leaving you stunned
No longer be welcome, you’ll be shunned
When I’m through, you’ll wonder what I’ve done
Speak the words as my mind sets sail
Your eyes widen, mouth drops, skin turns pail
Slam the mic in victory as you wail
Walk alone if you’ve got the heart
Cuz I’m that emcee who haunts you in the dark
I’m gung-ho like Geronimo
But soon I’ll be down in Guantanamo
Claimed fame as a DJ terrorist
Cuz when on the cut, I’ll tear-a-wrist
Seen as a wizard cuz I make music with my hands
From under my control sound a thousand bands
Making thunder claps like the mighty Thor
Striking down on those foes not on the floor
I’m a lumberjack, but I don’t like wood
I chop and cut vinyl cuz it sounds so good
Years have past, you’ve lost your immunity
Cuz Boom Baps been forgotten by the community
You’ve caught on and now you’re an addict
It’s old, but fresh and with rap I’ve know you’ve had it
All the way up to here
With all these fake rappers making a career
Pimping and hustling, having a fetish in
Money, let 'em taste their own medicine
Joe V. prescribes it in beat form
Old School has finally been re-born
Joe V. is Ill, so I put mc/dj in front
I’m the grand wizard who gives you what you want
Don't you ever call me Vanilla Ice
I'll put you on your knees praying to Jesus Christ
Just shut your m
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