Kill Jill
written in March 2018
song by: Big Boi
VERSE 1
Subatomic here can you feel that beat
Got a bad mouth on me but with real nice teeth
Yea kiss my feet son you look weak
Spit real wet flow to flood these streets
Major League, pitchers of the drink got the best of me,
Cook it up fresh, no recipe can top this shit like sesame...
Seeds on a bun got a whole-lotta puns
When it comes to the rhyme game I’m number 1
You’re a pound, I’m a ton, sit down little one
Get trapped in my web, that silk that I spun is not to be fucked with
So don’t interrupt this, I be around like circumference but
circle small like thumb prints
Yeah feel it in my bones, play it loud and I’m stoned
Feed the thoughts that just roam through my head...
Telephone, with these lines that I spit in my prime
while I keep that dime on my side like a groom to a bride
I’ve been groomed not to hide, these skills, that I wield, I’m a dragon you’re just a shield
Blunt filled with OG-grade kush, you know me
I burn tracks, like grand prix, you deflate I’m shadier than Tom Brady is when it comes to the marquee
Matchups, fill cups, to the brim so best of luck to the real ones
VERSE 2
I said best of luck to ones that are realer than those fakes that seek out the pillars
of attention, never mentioned that my henchmen... are cold-blood killers
Caterpillars change out their skin no need for a mirror
It’s becoming clearer that I am the one that was sent to deliver
These beats to the freaks that fiend for the heat like a plug to a leak or the need for the speed
And I fill the streets with a whole-lotta of fleets so who can compete?
With a PhD: in rappin rhymes so leisurely they’re eagerly awaiting me to run the track and swim the sea
Make history not misery
So just ride along my frequency but this blunt I rolled has obesity,
so I thought that we could just share the tree and laugh at jokes hysterically
When it comes to moves there’s secrecy
Ya never heard of me? You’ll leave peacefully but...
A driver to a putt, blastin off this tee ya I treat NASA like a slut
— what? You slow dickheads are never ever keepin up,
Through all the hate, yeah I will jump-cut then take it to the house like Kareem Hunt, I’m out!
