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[Intro: Westside Gunn]
I’m so ill
(Welcome to Hell where you are welcome to sell)
I-ill
(All scars, we earn ’em, all cars, we learn ’em)
I’m so ill
(When them shells come, you better return ’em)
I-i-ill

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9"]
Uh, I came in here with enforcers and with the goons
I never fail, I aim for the stars, came up short and I hit the moon
I’m more G than Voorhees before he had the pumpkin face
Mac 11 thumpin’, chase bitches never dump them, make ’em get out
Control their minds, keep them down on that sunken place
Which is why your boy remains on top
I tell the baddest bitch around
"Hoe, you look like Tory Lanez jump shot"
I use to think raw sex was the sacred shit
‘Til I switch to faithful, ate some sushi from off the chest
Of a naked chick, now I just be dissing hoes
Yeah momma, your son’s grown
I literally turned down your wife so many times
Her pussy lips eyes grilling you while you’re licking it with your fronts on
Either get out my face or I’m defacin’ you with a comment
Rappers like a bunch of baby birds waitin’ for me to vomit
Nigga say that they the illest rhyming, now they got to see me
I’m what’chu call them Detroit problems, now they got DP
Now I got the AR, so now they gotta back up
Lying ’til they got a twelve inch nose, now they got three feet
I’m who your hoes thirst for, you’re the worst floor
Took the Book of Ryan, I keep my story low, I’m the first floor

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
I-i-ill
(When them shells come, you better return ’em)
I-i-ill

[Verse 2: Conway]
Word on the streets is niggas mad, don’t ruffle a nigga’s feathers
Tell them sucka niggas I said, "Fuck them niggas," whatever
You niggas know y’all can’t fuck with me nigga, never
You can line them niggas up, put a bunch of niggas together
Yeah, extended clip in the pot
The kinda shit that I’m on is reminiscing the pot
Grippin’ the Glock, bandana on, look at the cops
Pickin’ this watch, got the hammer drawn, lift from the top
Nigga you not no gangsta, you just a rapper, I can tell
I can tell it’s fishscale, bust the plastic, I can smell
This for niggas behind the wall to keep the ratchet in they cell
Better stab you ’til you yell, while they passin’ out the mail, yeah
My automatic full of shells, they try to take me out before
But I had to just prevail
I know the goons, the little savages as well
I know the plug, make the call and get a package in the mail
It’s passionate that I’m rapping with these rap niggas for real
Street nigga, but I’m rappin’ like I graduated Yale
I ain’t attracted to the plaques and all the sales
‘Cause if I ain’t the illest rapper, then actually I failed
Look, you must got it confused
Come at me sideways, and get you yo’ spot on the news
You gotta be fooled, shawty get yous, goons body you smooth
Put you in a funeral home, body get views

[Outro: Westside Gunn]
I’m so ill
(Welcome to Hell where you are welcome to sell)
I-ill
(All scars, we earn ’em, all cars, we learn ’em)
I’m so ill
(When them shells come, you better return ’em)
I-i-ill

[Verse]
Season greetings heard its snowing in hell
It’s some friends rooting for me really hoping I fail
Ah, well here I go again
Take a picture, show a friend
Even when I fall I’m right back up just like a bowling pin
Words can’t harm me I got alligator skin
You lil’ monkeys vs an alligator, alligator wins
Food for thought, have a bite, I been fighting all my life
I just go for what I want without ever thinking twice
Second guessing so unhealthy, if you off a millisecond
It’s a race against time and you dead if you in second
No, I ain’t make the rules and the rules I don’t abide by
Partners changing colors on a nigga like its tie dye
Focus on the mission staring on the prize wide-eye
Up close and personal I don’t believe in drive-by
Money make these bitches leg spread like a Wi-Fi
Come here messy bih let me stroke it like it 994
Tiger in this bih
I got money old enough to have off writers in this bih
All this balling maybe I deserve a title in this bih
Kill the game have them coming holding lighters in this bih
Who are you? Please don’t answer that, I don’t really care
I’m just making conversation I felt tension in the air
Now I’m planning in the era where honesty is rare
But, leave it up to I, I’m gon’ bring it back in style
Food for thought, have a bite, thought I heard your stomach growl
I’ve been fighting all my life ain’t no throwing in the towel
Oh it’s me against the world bet I’m never backing down
Anytime, any place I be waiting in the lounge
From the school of hardknock but instead of cap and gown
We get bulletproof vests and a couple hundred round
No diplomas or certificates just bags of dirty dividends
Now we tryna clean it up buy a couple businesses
Promised momma this was it, promised I would get legit
Now I got a son and my baby momma with the shit
Back to the scale I go
Tried the honest living but the check was pretty low
Broken record here we go, back through life’s revolving door
Most my niggas got no talent if it ain’t involving dope
Goddamn, guess we trapped in the trap
Out here dying for a living
Now how backwards is that?
Godspeed!

Out here dying for a living
Now how backwards is that?

[Hook 1: DZ]
无底洞 X8
My chigga被火焰包围同时掉进了无底洞
Nike, Adidas 当做我陪葬品 无底洞
臭美的bitch卸妆水填不满无底洞
旧的不去新不来的feels like无底洞

[Verse 1: DZ]
Never 审美疲劳 灵感就像一口洞
人有各种癖好 刺激大脑后行动
面对嘴脸虚伪 哥们不予理会
百元大钞气味 深深将我吸引
大量资金来往超过额度导致账户冻结 get money up
Higher Brothers每年写的歌词长度连起来可绕地球两圈
擅长运用trap技术告诉他们大丈夫是如何成为的
Black cab车队最顶尖的driver无证驾驶快全部靠边

[Hook 2: DZ]
My chigga被火焰包围同时掉进了无底洞
Nike, Adidas 当做我陪葬品 无底洞
臭美的bitch卸妆水填不满无底洞
旧的不去新不来的feels like无底洞

[Verse 2: Psy.P]
Wi-Fi开开继续淘宝 快快塞满购物车
外卖还在来的路上 拆开快递等不得
White guy开始模仿我穿着 iPad出的每款都玩过
改改车的轮毂更宽阔 拜拜那些fake的烂货
Bitch看我开着GTR 主动过来说了几句话
性感内衣下面超短裤 越喜欢我越是脾气大
Yeezy Yeezy Yeezy Jordan, Gucci Gucci Gucci Prada
Daddy中文叫做爸爸 钱多钱少不同花法 就像

[Hook 3: DZ]
[无底洞 X8]

[Verse 3: MaSiWei]
Keep being awesome 快点叫我队长 ball like LeBron
前方那片绿洲在发光 产生无限遐想的我在摩拳擦掌
能融化所有的寂静 像帕瓦罗蒂在演歌剧
把愿望清单写进歌里是我的都带走绝不会客气
吸引力定律非常神奇 付出和收获终究成正比
虽然你是个完美主义 可视线无法从我身体上转移
他们举着牌子抗议 我站在领奖台上不太在意
内心妒忌会让你当场暴毙 弱肉强食国际的惯例
还站在原地看我远去 发自内心的我可怜你
我拼了命的改变命运就像个雇佣兵拿到了雇佣金
局势已被我逆转 我早就说过我有预感
睡到床上却又不能入眠 开始怀念录音棚的地板

[Hook 3: DZ]
无底洞 X8

[Hook 1: DZ]
无底洞 X8
My chigga被火焰包围同时掉进了无底洞
Nike, Adidas 当做我陪葬品 无底洞
臭美的bitch卸妆水填不满无底洞
旧的不去新不来的feels like无底洞

[Verse 1: DZ]
Never 审美疲劳 灵感就像一口洞
人有各种癖好 刺激大脑后行动
面对嘴脸虚伪 哥们不予理会
百元大钞气味 深深将我吸引
大量资金来往超过额度导致账户冻结 get money up
Higher Brothers每年写的歌词长度连起来可绕地球两圈
擅长运用trap技术告诉他们大丈夫是如何成为的
Black cab车队最顶尖的driver无证驾驶快全部靠边

[Hook 2: DZ]
My chigga被火焰包围同时掉进了无底洞
Nike, Adidas 当做我陪葬品 无底洞
臭美的bitch卸妆水填不满无底洞
旧的不去新不来的feels like无底洞

[Verse 2: Psy.P]
Wi-Fi开开继续淘宝 快快塞满购物车
外卖还在来的路上 拆开快递等不得
White guy开始模仿我穿着 iPad出的每款都玩过
改改车的轮毂更宽阔 拜拜那些fake的烂货
Bitch看我开着GTR 主动过来说了几句话
性感内衣下面超短裤 越喜欢我越是脾气大
Yeezy Yeezy Yeezy Jordan, Gucci Gucci Gucci Prada
Daddy中文叫做爸爸 钱多钱少不同花法 就像

[Hook 3: DZ]
[无底洞 X8]

[Verse 3: MaSiWei]
Keep being awesome 快点叫我队长 ball like LeBron
前方那片绿洲在发光 产生无限遐想的我在摩拳擦掌
能融化所有的寂静 像帕瓦罗蒂在演歌剧
把愿望清单写进歌里是我的都带走绝不会客气
吸引力定律非常神奇 付出和收获终究成正比
虽然你是个完美主义 可视线无法从我身体上转移
他们举着牌子抗议 我站在领奖台上不太在意
内心妒忌会让你当场暴毙 弱肉强食国际的惯例
还站在原地看我远去 发自内心的我可怜你
我拼了命的改变命运就像个雇佣兵拿到了雇佣金
局势已被我逆转 我早就说过我有预感
睡到床上却又不能入眠 开始怀念录音棚的地板

[Hook 3: DZ]
无底洞 X8

[Intro]
If you wanna leave
If you wanna go
Baby don’t leave
Why don’t we go somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere
Why don’t we go somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere

[Chorus]
Would you like to go to paradise?
‘Cause I’m not tryna go alone
Run away with me to paradise
If you wanna leave, then we can go
‘Cause the real world told me lies
The realest lies ever told
So let’s run away and find paradise
Paradise
And soon paradise will be home

[Post-Chorus]
If you wanna leave
If you wanna go
Baby don’t leave yet

[Verse 1]
Take my hand, shut your eyes and imagine
Wouldn’t it be nice?
Just to have an escape, a distraction
Far away from this life?
I tried to be cool but this world was too cruel
For me to sit around and simply drown in fear
So I’m asking you, what would you do
If we could get out of here?

[Chorus]
Would you like to go to paradise?
‘Cause I’m not tryna go alone
Run away with me to paradise
If you wanna leave, then we can go
‘Cause the real world told me lies
The realest lies ever told
So let’s run away and find paradise
Paradise
And soon paradise will be home

[Post-Chorus]
If you wanna leave
If you wanna go
Baby don’t leave yet

[Verse 2]
Your love’s like a fantasy
Nothing like what I saw on the news yesterday
Another man down, blood on the ground
Makes me wanna just run away
Where we run is a mystery
Ignorance is bliss to me
‘Cause whenever I turn on my TV it’s just misery
I tried to be cool but this world’s too cruel
For me to sit around and simply drown in fear
So I’m asking you, what would you do
If we could get out of here, because I want to go

[Chorus]
Would you like to go to paradise?
‘Cause I’m not tryna go alone
Run away with me to paradise
If you wanna leave, then we can go
‘Cause the real world told me lies
The realest lies ever told
So let’s run away and find paradise
Paradise
And soon paradise will be home

[Outro]
Home
Home
Home
Paradise is in my mind baby
Paradise is in my mind baby
It won’t take to long to find baby
Paradise is in my mind baby
In paradise we’re free
To do what we want to do
In paradise we’re free baby

You can’t run away forever