@RenMakesMusic

1 year ago

Were close to being able to hit a top 10 record spot, maybe even a number one! Pretty unbelievable for an independent record! You can help push that even further! Pre-order the Sick Boi album by clicking this link! bio.to/Ren-Sick-Boi Stream Illest Of Our Time on every platform here found.ee/Ren-Illest-Of-Our-Time As always here are the lyrics for anyone who wants them! One two three Spitting bullets on the beat I'm a sick little puppy Who gets lucky when he speaks Blessed with a silver tongue Chest with an iron lung Extra terrestrial, tentacles, alien Psychopathic tendencies A pathologic entity If everything is set in stone Then this is how it's meant to be Elementary dear Watson, you might find Yourself in side the mind of the illest of our time Lets get it Popping, Hot rocking, Im Freddy Kruger, I’m chopping, I turn it up to eleven, the Demigorgon of Oppin The strangest thing I’m the boss when The danger - lingers I’m plotting Sweet like a spoon full of sugar Because Im Mary like Poppins The double barrel is cocking A shotgun shell to the noggin Im coughing catchy bronchitis Your in your funeral coffin No blocking, stoping me not when I pick the world up - I’m squatting And when I take from the rich i’m in your hood and Im Robbin Four, five, six, spit a crucifix Six six six flow, crucify a catholic Maverick, anti-hero ,villain not protagonist Words are kind of muffled when you’re sucking on my massive… Who’s the fucking illest, who’s the realest, who’s the baddest kid? Call the police on this beat before I damage it A kiddie called screech on the streets I’m a masochist, So far from reach, I’m the type to kill a pacifist Catalyst for chemical combustion I’m the analyst Of metaphors and similes and synonyms an alchemist Evangelist - spread the words I speak like they’re cancerous Pragmatist - think before I speak then I answer it Pull up, pull up, pull up to the place When I pull it, bang, a bullet sang, it shot right into space Music for the hooligans let loose on the estate, call the police and the riot vans the people want to play, hey! Freedom now, has lost all meaning, how can we all be free in a hierarchic breeding ground The poor get poorer while The rich get rich in style Ill be a heretic, kill a king, take his crown Top of the throne, top of the kingdom I own, top of the streets that I roam top of the dome, spitting for britain I show em bars like a cellular phone Hyping like Tyson, an icon, go twice in, left, right in, I’m striking like I’m biting like a python Ready? I’m heavy, I’m Mercury, I am Freddy, So eat my words fill your belly Like alphabet spaghetti I am a rap star Don’t believe me the facts are I spit fast like I’m nascar Don’t believe me? Then fuck ya, ah shit I don’t feel so well I don’t feel so well I don’t feel so well Call a medic for myself I don’t feel so hot my brother Aching, shaking, stop then stutter Things gone wrong Hit by king king kong A Swan-ton bomb like Hardy Brothers I don't feel so fresh my bro Things get slurry speaking slow Head in Hong Kong wonton soup Is what I have for Brains I know That I want to spread these tattered wings hold them high Banished from the heavens but Im knocking on the sky Living with depression is a blessing in disguise Never second guessing, intuition getting wise Want to sink into the pupil of my eye Travel to the corner of my cornea and mind Look for all the answers that I never seem to find Till then I guess I’m still the illest of our time

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