Mike iLL


| | | — | | Bravin’ the musical elements Me and my other funky stellar Gents Vent ‘till the room’s spent Who got a cent To Spare? I swear, n(eye)gga don’t go there. Please don’t fret Cause the ill tet set Is the ones I wanna be like Call me Mike. Ill, I chill, like to give and get A thrill. No frills. I don’t eat pills. Ears is Ringin’ My Throat be stinging It’s the new sounds of noi$e That we bringin’ Im in Time, not outta rhymes Musical crimes No Denyin’

Flying, Mike iLL