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94 Octane
02:07
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Listen…I ain’t your ordinary lyricist/
Control the sound like a ventriloquist/
Need a membership, to collab with elite penmanship/
I’m too advanced for these simpletons/
Look what the wind blew in, I’m the illest goes without mentioning/
But mention me and then it’s a predicament/
Seeing how they move we don’t share the same sentiments/
So I can’t see how they think were equivalent/
I see the picture like I’m searching Google for images/
And make it look good, I don’t care what the image is/
Every time I rhyme, Im giving you pure splendidness/
For the way I put it all together no assembling/
There’s no manual instruction, that’s kinda how I function/
Developed a knack for making something out of nothing/
Every second that I get, I’m in the studio pumping/
My inkpen writing sounds like shells dumping/
Its nothing, cause every sixteen is a murder scene/
Should be a crime if you aint heard of me/
But I aint tripping, I just keep moving/
You move enough and they gone start seeing what you doing and that’s a theory proven/
Niggas is trash, I don’t know what type of drugs they using/
And not playing at all is always worst then losing/
I always try to spit it straight to avoid confusion/
It’s ironic consider the metaphor usage/
Spit it clear with no fear, the flow lucid/
And what you hear you see the light like it translucent/
They can keep they stamps cause this don’t need approving
Constantly losing to me is something I’m always proving/
One of the illest to do it is always my conclusion/
On me, I’ll make a ass out of you for all your assuming/
I’m cruising all the way straight to the finish line/
Perfected these bars, you can yell how I finish lines/
Imma king of my own right with this of mine/
Up late, using the night just like medieval times/
Only giving you glimpses of what’s up in my mind/
And these thoughts are refined when I put em in rhyme/
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(Background) – B. Shantele
Break it dowwwwnn, Build it upppp….ooooo, ooooo, ooooo, ooooo,
Ohhhhh, ohhh ohhhhhh, gone grind till the wheels fall off, skills show/
(Chorus)
I break it down, build it up and keep grinding all the way to the top/
Keep it moving, what you doing gone work just grind to the wheels fall of/
Don’t be afraid to let your skills show off/
ILL Gordon
Yeah, I perfected this craft/
Write with a vengeance I got these rappers feeling my wrath/
Making a path to where I want to go and where I want to be/
Removing all distractions so nothing can get in front of me/
Snakes migrate, so be careful of all your company/
The way I raise the bar, you think I’ll have full custody/
Luckily, Im dope that everything that I do/
And that something that I prove every day that I move/
Yeah I try to be cool but too cool you gone lose/
Choke the weeds out the garden so your flowers can bloom/
Start making power moves, put yourself in position/
And see your own vision, you can be your own witness/
(Chorus again)
Steadily working making diamonds out of these flows/
I respond to the pressure like I was mining for coal/
Eating off this rap shit is my primary goal/
These nigga all washed up, it’s only right that they fold/
Stories is told but I’m out here living my truth/
I go for the gold anything else is a fluke/
I aim and I shoot and I’m always trying to get a bullseye/
Imma badboy and everybody need a woosah/
Calm and collective, that’s just my perspective/
Reality is based on perception/
I try to use lessons, I learn as guidance to perfection/
And everyday I treat it like a blessing, yessir/
(Chorus again)
Big Ole Lil Young Blaise
I aint one to judge but you lost a case like you missing luggage/
Not get out of my court, your shits repugnant/
Lil thuging ass, honestly shit is embarrassing/
We all got guns muphuka, this is America/
Gimmie some chicken and bacon, niggas is making moves/
We cool, no ice cubes or refrigeration/
Anticipating greatness regardless of limitations/
I am but a man but a man is a limb of his creator/
I choose the leg, kick a killer in his knee with G force/
Non lethal but please don’t make me increase the recourse/
He’s horse, from pleading at you then screaming at you
Reach into hell and throw a demon at you heathen rappers/
(Chrous again)
(Background again) – 2x
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No Lie
02:55
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(Chorus)
Everything I tell you is real, its no Lie/
Why Lie I will still be the most fly and/
Everything I tell you is real, its no Lie/
Why lie you can’t do it so do try
Yeah I only spit the truth when I write these flows/
Fly as ever clothes don’t make the man, the man makes the clothes/
And it shows, stay sauced up from head to toe/
Extra drippy if you stand around you see the overflow/
Catching all the spillage, play the game while they scrimmage/
Never timid, just relentless, see me winning at the finish/
Never ending must be killing me/
Clip stay on infinity, no need to reload when I killing these seriously/
My energy is unmatched, when I’m up it no come back/
Who want that, I make my point stick like a thumbtack/
I’m on that, with no brakes and only play for high stakes/
You birds of a feather flock together time to migrate/
Mu mind state is primate, when it comes to this province/
In other words, I’m more like a ruler you a novice/
Promise, Im not the one you should want problems/
Coming out swinging big hurt like Frank Thomas/
(Chorus) -2x
These rappers saying shit they wouldn’t even quote/
In my mind I’m thinking what we need em for?/
That’s why I’m needed more/
How you know you winning and can’t keep the score/
Best way don’t let your opinion ever see the floor/
Either or, spit if from the core like my water bottles/
Foot stay on the gas when I pass going full throttle/
To solid to be broke, cause under a microscope/
If I never make the big league, I’m Earl Manigault/
Let it soak, like a bruise muscle, all I do is hustle/
Better than all that bullshit that you done grown accustomed/
Fire with the pen clutching and use it to burn ditches/
Lost in smoke patterns making something out of nothing/
Just know that Im coming with a focus that cant be deterred/
How Im skipping through these lines, I cant wait for my turn/
To busy to be concerned, want every penny earned/
Till my ashes in a earn, I’m always gone stand firm/
(Chorus again) – 2x
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Everlasting
02:44
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(Chorus) – 2x
Its beneficial, I’m too official, lets get it cracking/
So blow the whistle, I’m shooting missiles, I’m bout that action/
It’s plain and simple, on instrumentals I am the captain/
So what’s the issue, see what I been through, Im everlasting/
Spit it with a passion every time the beat drop/
Got it covered knee socks, when it comes to spitting heat rocks/
Flow dirty need a detox but I always keep it clean/
Here’s the thing, I’m two and a half men like Charlie Sheen/
So pristine that when I walk by, you can see the gleam/
If this was a movie, I’m a star in every scene/
But I’m not acting just bar manufacturing/
Everything adds up so meanwhile I’m just stacking/
Cause if this was dope, I’ll be saving up to get the slab/
But since we talking bars, got an all night open tab/
I’m in the lab killing shit, consistent with the penmanship/
Smooth like a baby ass out with no blemishes/
I start and finish shit, niggas know my pedigree/
Say they getting money when I hear it, I’m like allegedly/
Cause when I get the cadence matched down with the melody/
It aint too many emcees you rather hear instead of me/
(Chorus) – 2x
Cause when Im writing these verses feels like I’m predestined/
In sessions blacking out, taking rappers out, I don’t need weapons/
Flow dumb but smart enough to teach lessons/
I’m never stressing, so cut it out like a c-section/
They get the message I’m saying with no notification/
But when you see it come through you just know that it’s greatness/
Kinda hard to replace it, every bar is unique/
They weak, they can be a peeping tom and they still wouldn’t peak/
It’s a skill when I speak, guess I was blessed with the talent/
Sometimes you gotta tip the scale when you making it balanced/
Creating classics, music never have been/
But it has been a while you heard flows lasting/
Lastly, Imma say this and one time only/
Walk in your shoes and you aint got nothing on me/
Get ghost like tony, yeah I hear the shit they wrote/
Play the game like Bill Russell cause my flow rings the most/
(Chorus again) – 2x
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Perception
02:22
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(Intro)
Uhh…yeah..in the land of the crooks/
Just take a look at what the Tv show/
Don’t matter which way it go/
Its all about how it looks/
In the land of the crooks/
All good just a week ago/
At what the TV show it aint the same as what the people know/
Shorty on the prowl looking for the prey to hunted/
Riding with the pole looking for a come up or something/
Bumping Mc Eiht, “All for the Money”/
Ready to hop out and take something from anybody look at him funny/
Kid starving, yeah way past hungry/
And the lack of support and resources got him out here on dummy/
Cruise past 67th and Stoney, his weapon was loaded/
Looking for anybody give him a reason to blow it/
Pull in the parking lot of Chase bank, wait for a car in the drive thru/
They gotta get theirs I need mine too/
Car pull up like expected/
They put they card in and put the code in so he waited a second/
Ran up and said empty it out/
I need every last dime in your checking and your savings account/
Driver said cool, let me just grab my card/
But instead he upped it on him and he blew him apart/
(Chorus) – 2x
It don’t matter which way it go, its all about how it looks/
You born guilty in the land of the crooks/
Was all good just a week ago/
Just take a look at what the Tv show/
It aint the same as what the people know/
Hard working father, just got home from the gig/
Stepped in the house, hugged up on his wife and kids/
Kicked his shoes off, grabbed him a beer/
Wifey didn’t feel like cooking, she ordered Italian fiesta instead/
It should be about 25 minutes/
Enough time to stop at the ATM on his way to go get it/
Finished his beer then thru on his slippers/
Grabbed his debit card and desert eagle and the license to carry it with him/
Kiss his wife and said be back in a minute/
She said hurry up because it dessert in the bedroom when you finish/
Hope in the whip and make a left on Stoney/
Would’ve went straight to the pizza spot but they saying they on take cash only/
So he pulled uo in Chase drive thru/
Saw a suspicious car parked on the side through his rearview/
Turned around to a voice saying , clear the accounts/
So he grabbed he desert eagle and start airing him out/
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You now tuned in to the upper echelon of spitting, that’s my position/
My story and I’m sticking to it aint no plot twisting/
Stay on a mission, to get my business in order/
I signed myself and your roster I’ll strategically slaughter because/
If they want that smoke I’ll let it blooooowwwwww
They doing the most, to my achievements I’m having a toast/
What they achieve joe we having a roast, the same but not even close/
Imma beast that you shouldn’t provoke/
I bring fire, so you gone burn from the flames or choke from the smoke because
If they want that smoke I’ll let it blooooowwwwww
It more than a show, I truly feel this the way it should go/
My rhymes heavy, use the scale like you weighing a boat/
I flow deep, have a hard time staying a float/
I’m fighting uphill battles on a slippery slope, with these bars I wrote/
If they want that smoke I’ll let it blooooowwwwww
It is what it is, came in the game jo playing to win/
Slaughter rule but no mercy try to play me again/
This is real competition, you only play with your friends/
When you lose they gone say you played hard at the end, but you didn’t win/
If they want that smoke I’ll let it blooooowwwwww
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Napalm
02:15
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(Intro)
Yeah…Imma bar spitter that’s the truth...Imma bar spitter that’s the truth, serving bars 100 proof, Imma bar…okay hold up…Imma, imma bar spitter that’s the tuth, serving bars 100 proof, feels like 100 hunters…fuck it..imma bar spitter, that’s the truth..Im gone go in a soon as this shit drop jo…
Bar spitter, that’s the truth/
Serving bars 100 proof/
It feels like 100 hunters fully loaded hunting you/
Yeah they call me ILL but I’m nothing like the stomach Flu/
The way that I rock you’ll think Im Charles S. Dutton too/
I’m coming through with no reservation, always on the a list/
My pen amazing, I can tip the waitress when these words are stated/
Rappers need a violation, yeah I said what I said/
Spit in a circle, your shit is weak you get a pumpkin head/
Always stay ready, I aint never got to get prepared/
Ready for that big jump, im on the edge of the ledge/
While they be talking fake talk, don’t understand what they saying/
My shit is on lift off and I’m gone land where they stand/
Its just they way I write shit, sometimes its enlightening/
Most times im killing niggas in the beat like night sticks/
Put the sqeeze to these rappers like a lock pair of vice grips
Cause in my mind to leave em all lifeless seems righteous/
Imma titan but we cant clash, cause they aint in my weight class/
I eat every summer during Ramadan to break fast/
I take cash and flip it, invest it in this rhyme spitting/
My mind different they pushing dirt, I dig for gold we mine different/
Try to dig the flow with a shovel, you need pick axes/
Drop so many gems in these bars when I start rapping/
Who want action, I’m on that. Body shit an you know that/
Leave em toe tagged like the luxury tax because that’s no cap/
Just straight facts don’t get it twisted, im a walking contradiction/
Hottest thing moving but the verses cold when I spit em/
Who fucking with em, I mean really nobody I can think of/
My bars are like slugs, you came to war with a paint gun/
Never worry about the bread, I just know how to make some/
Burning gas through these pens, these bars contain napalm/
When they drop its taking out the city population/
The rest is mutating from my verbal radiation/
It cant be overstated that ILL Gordon is greatness/
Fuck you mean..
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8. |
Sirloin
01:19
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They say I’m iller than most/
I like my beef well sirloin smoked/
I’m too official with these dope lines wrote/
And I don’t care what they spoke/
I’m known for making curry lambs out of goats/
So who cares who your favorites is, them niggas is jokes/
Verses I’m performing come with surgeon general warnings/
Make you sick to your stomach but it sounds so gorgeous/
Used to daydream of redlining drop top Porsches/
Now I hoard cream and blow green and knock out verses/
Steadily working cause a days off is a days lost/
This job don’t come with PTO, its no paid time off/
Waiting only puts you behind and that’s real talk/
Always down to ride in this bitch to the wheels off/
Mastered my craft and became self-made/
I could be on the front page and remain unphased/
But that’s beside the point that I’m making/
Point is, with this pen and paper I’m always making a statement/
Define it as greatness, built my buzz without paying for placements/
Success is so close I can taste it/
These rappers see the way that I draw and try to trace it/
Every time they write a rhyme they go back and erase it/
Face it, you doing shit you will get hated/
When you making dope shit it’s hard to not get imitated/
Its hard to not get imitated.
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ILL Gordon Chicago, Illinois
Ill Gordon is known for his lyrical prowess and has always expressed creativity over gimmicks with consistency over the span of his career, both as a solo artist and as part of the group SUBSTANCEMUZIK. Born and raised on the south side of Chicago, Gordon became known for his fierce raps and keen punch lines all across the Midwest opening for Black Milk, Talib Kweli, The Lox & others. ... more
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