B.O.D.Y. (Bars Over Dose Yours) - Illa Ghee

Don’t do weirdo, my flow is dinero

I’m Shakespeare from the very bottom of the zero

My flow is Jim Bean mixed with chlorine and morphine

Iller metaphors rig a tire to scream, ugh

I’m the alphabet alpha

Cigarette cigar move for six salgas

Rap for six hours, clog up computer routers

I’m ten drugs in one powder

Living in a concrete world with one flower

Sour, clogged in your Internet browser

Razor blade in your Eddie Bauer

Vessels made for the heavy shower, coward

See my pride won’t allow it

This is why I threw two planes at the towers

Gravedigger Illa, cascade grenade spitting lemonade scriptures

You niggas know you can’t fuck with

Illa Ghee and Brooklyn

I’m fucking incredible, ugh

In the rap race, spraying mace on the music

DNA of hate, but it tastes like grapes

And you ain’t fearing me lyrically

You feeling it really

Your boy Illa is the verbal World Series

Illa is the verbal hardcore, spitting words of world war

Plans to kill presidents, it comes with a brochure

Rap like a Kia coat found in a coat store

Imagine I’mma see them both found with their clothes off

Playing with grenades since first grade

Fuck seven MCs that battle parades

Grave robbing niggas where wolves at?

Come through pillage many hoods on wolfback

Do a drive-by in the kayak

I yak wild, I’m getting head while I’m high on trout

Half of destiny in the smile

Illa Ghee makes a beat bleed in front of a crowd

Illa