Ill are your rhymes?
I don't have the time
To listen to this nonsense.
Got any cents?
Cause I need to make some change.
Perhaps my brain, rearrange
This head full of ideas
It might help to free us
And that is how I will pay my debt.
Free you from the system with no regret.
Solve this rubix cube
You'll reveal the system's truths.
Look in the mirror and see
The storm inside me
And so begin the world anew.
Rip it apart with words
Yeah I know it hurts.
Be Hitler minus the genocide
Make Satan himself petrified
Use these words to make this world your bitch
Even after they hang you and you cease to twitch
For that is the point of martyrdom
You'll never see your kingdom come
But you founded
This world. Your heart pounded
For this moment.
And through your torment
You'll look up from Hell, knowing
That surely the distance must be growing.
That Earth is getting closer to Heaven
And so progresses Armageddon
As you look around you and notice the icy chill
Now whose rhymes are truly ill?