Definition of Ill

Ayo. Military minded. I strategize plots to knock knots in hot spots

and hurlin' earth through my snot box. Raps is g's, no more scrap

tickin', we mastered these. I jam pack the walls to the furthest capacity

once again. Planet Asia, ain't a damn thing changed. Still when it

comes to microphones, I leave my victims found slain. 'Cause I'm trained to aim precise

and bang shots at blank spots. My vocal cords is swords that slice your sweater

to a tank top. And when it comes to battlin', y'all cats ain't

even worthy 'cause y'all be dead pullin' styles like stolen cars out in Jersey.