yeah nigga i m ill fresh from the morgue the teflon lungs put the dice to the floor nigga i m ill fresh from the morgue yes i m gone trade my lawn for a shore nigga i m ill fresh from the morgue the teflon lungs put the dice to the floor nigga i m ill fresh from the morgue yes i m gone trade my lawn for a shore nigga i m ill chain still the back of a gorilla records so sharp dj s slash their finger we chop trees never yellin timber float off on leaves cough and wheeze a magellan drifter off the richter scale triple beam coffin lifter subliminal seminal often lifted incredibly criminal how it goes off on the discus breakfast is my lunch the feds heard my song now they wanna search my trunk told em got that white in the sheets of that numb photo copied bright i m that sign in your palm turned em zombie white like the sickest in the morn impregnate the song molotvs tossed detonate engulf my blogs i take what i want you niggas still beggin and i don t got no jewelry to flaunt i bought a building sicilians and gold brazilians over my lap like pavilions if anyone dare touch em they might as well commit em bobby steel and bronze nazareth combination s too hazardous the infliction the past descriptions known by no one adjectives beyond fabulous with small stars and asterisks while i descend from the most high draped in star catalyst crumbled mc s keep a pocket full of crumbled cheese not a tuna fish but i been in a can with bumble bees raw is ill sickness can t be cured by small pills take large corporate checks and cash em in small bills keep the gat in a shoulder strap quicker than a kodak snap twist a nigga wig back like a fuckin soda cap nigga ain t supposed to rap i make movies them boys poke they chest out like they fake boobies put some d s on it put some cheese on it the blunt is split open nigga put some trees on it but listen this bishop realistic rap mystic got more rhymes and beats than i could ever solicit so i give you a freebie you better smile when you see me poppin on your silver screen or upon your t v b o b b y because we like you d i g i t a l still hard as hell and rock bells motherfucker flip the head i take the tails they must ve missed it son the digit they didn t know we had jelly on the biscuit so they foolish why would this motherfucker risk it just to become another police statistic bob is ill ill ill bob is ill bronze is ill ill ill bronze is ill  my insane cocaine cowboy that mean i ride the beat like a white horse propane out pour i m out for a bigger catch fishscale drought war my drought raw like russ jones salute to the outlaw i ma sprout raw like a tumor and branch out devout fans bottleneck the venue i air it out i m the heir that y all niggas don t hear about they scared to say my name five times in the mirror now everything clearer now i m pro active \cause i clear em out abort mission tear em out the frame you a old picture you a field negro you a old pitcher on the grind past your prime i m a spring chicken spring training on you lame victims my blade drippin mary jane henchman higher plane intention human can t reach em i m so ill bring in the nurses to see him my bitch purse is bulimic the reason up my per diem seein the beats leave stiffen the fingers d s on the victim my ninja hit me with these vintage words of wisdom you hang with four broke niggas be the fifth one yeah fresh from the morgue i m so ill just came from the morgue and shit bob is ill ill ill bob is ill bronze is ill ill ill bronze is ill killa hill bob is ill ill ill bob is ill bronze is ill ill ill bronze is ill bronze is ill ill ill bronze is ill killa hill yeah nigga i m ill fresh from the morgue the teflon lungs put the dice to the floor nigga i m ill fresh from the morgue yes i m gone trade my lawn for a shore nigga i m ill fresh from the morgue the teflon lungs put the dice to the floor nigga i m ill fresh from the morgue yes i m gone trade my lawn for a shore nigga i m ill this is ill ill ill son this is ill this is ill ill ill son this is ill this is ill ill ill son this is ill bob is ill son boy bronze is ill 1