Released: July 31, 2019
Featuring: Ruste Juxx AG Da Coroner
Songwriter: AG Da Coroner Sir Diggy
Producer: Nickel Plated
[Intro]
It's the illest ever made...
[Verse 1: Sir Diggy]
My name rising like the sun in the east
If you run against me, you’re never done with this heat
Long Island’s beast, let me loose on this beat
Illest to ever to do it, skill level out of your reach
All you crabs in the bucket know that ya claws weak
I treat every last one of you as food I could eat
Last record opened eyes, watched them move in they sleep
They beginning to believe when I’m on the heels of they feet
They hitting unfollow when I show up in they feed
Gritting they teeth like picture day, bitch say cheese
Then I see 'em in person, I'm aware of their schemes
All you rats is well mannered when ya saying ya pleas
Thank you for the fuel, this is energy we need
I'm the joker like Heath when I'm burning this green
That's word to AG and Ruste Juxx
That’s underrated times three, send this rap to the hook
[Hook: Ruste Juxx]
I'm ill (You know I got that mass appeal)
I'm ill (Too dope like whipping Caddy wheels)
I'm ill (Screw your head up you know the drill)
I'm the illest ever made I rock the rhymes ill
[Verse 2: Sir Diggy]
I'm buzzing like when hive is constructed
Peace to my cousin, spun records when I was a youngin'
The reason defeated kings abdicate, they can't stomach
A new poet who move commas, you rulers could not budget
You never measured up in conjunction or with my money functions
Should probably dumb it down, too late, fuck it, press the button
Dial the phone and call Plated
We were always ill we stayed patient
In the '02 'ac, cranking boom bap
Doing laps, through the cul de sac
Making drops for the food shack
Now the crews back and we flexing
Cleaning up my network, y'all never made the connection
These half steppin' internet collectives can go to hell
Did you clowns get the message? Tip toeing around the real
It's a fair warning, the Demogorgon be hungry and out for corpses
Take caution with New Yorkers or Coroner opens the coffin
[Hook: Ruste Juxx]
[Verse 3: AG Da Coroner]
Remember me? I told you to call the doctor
Blood fire bumbaclot, rasta with a choppa
Timberland boots on ya neck soon as I pop up
And mush ya whole face in the dirt and have you mopped up
Point me to your leader we lighting the whole block up
And snatch a bad bitch off ya arm and get my cock sucked
Coronelli general, 15 years in the medical
My man got sent to the federal
I was smoking bud before they sprayed it with the chemicals
Fuck ya entire life, rub ya project on my genitals
I don't like rappers, shout to Sean P
Only 15% of y'all spitting like me
Got with Diggy and Juxx for this murder [?]
You said that ya shit was nice, never heard it fam
You can catch me on the block, beef patty with cheese
A pocket full of coco bread, ice grilling the [?]
[Hook: Ruste Juxx]
It's the illest ever made...
[Verse 1: Sir Diggy]
My name rising like the sun in the east
If you run against me, you’re never done with this heat
Long Island’s beast, let me loose on this beat
Illest to ever to do it, skill level out of your reach
All you crabs in the bucket know that ya claws weak
I treat every last one of you as food I could eat
Last record opened eyes, watched them move in they sleep
They beginning to believe when I’m on the heels of they feet
They hitting unfollow when I show up in they feed
Gritting they teeth like picture day, bitch say cheese
Then I see 'em in person, I'm aware of their schemes
All you rats is well mannered when ya saying ya pleas
Thank you for the fuel, this is energy we need
I'm the joker like Heath when I'm burning this green
That's word to AG and Ruste Juxx
That’s underrated times three, send this rap to the hook
[Hook: Ruste Juxx]
I'm ill (You know I got that mass appeal)
I'm ill (Too dope like whipping Caddy wheels)
I'm ill (Screw your head up you know the drill)
I'm the illest ever made I rock the rhymes ill
[Verse 2: Sir Diggy]
I'm buzzing like when hive is constructed
Peace to my cousin, spun records when I was a youngin'
The reason defeated kings abdicate, they can't stomach
A new poet who move commas, you rulers could not budget
You never measured up in conjunction or with my money functions
Should probably dumb it down, too late, fuck it, press the button
Dial the phone and call Plated
We were always ill we stayed patient
In the '02 'ac, cranking boom bap
Doing laps, through the cul de sac
Making drops for the food shack
Now the crews back and we flexing
Cleaning up my network, y'all never made the connection
These half steppin' internet collectives can go to hell
Did you clowns get the message? Tip toeing around the real
It's a fair warning, the Demogorgon be hungry and out for corpses
Take caution with New Yorkers or Coroner opens the coffin
[Hook: Ruste Juxx]
[Verse 3: AG Da Coroner]
Remember me? I told you to call the doctor
Blood fire bumbaclot, rasta with a choppa
Timberland boots on ya neck soon as I pop up
And mush ya whole face in the dirt and have you mopped up
Point me to your leader we lighting the whole block up
And snatch a bad bitch off ya arm and get my cock sucked
Coronelli general, 15 years in the medical
My man got sent to the federal
I was smoking bud before they sprayed it with the chemicals
Fuck ya entire life, rub ya project on my genitals
I don't like rappers, shout to Sean P
Only 15% of y'all spitting like me
Got with Diggy and Juxx for this murder [?]
You said that ya shit was nice, never heard it fam
You can catch me on the block, beef patty with cheese
A pocket full of coco bread, ice grilling the [?]
[Hook: Ruste Juxx]
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