I drop beats like a clumsy green grocer
Spit hot shit like my mouth is a toaster
Track going up and down like a roller coaster
Flow so sick it'll give your mouth an ulcer
Rapping is a habit, every track I try to kick it
But I have become an addict
To rapping I'm addicted
At rapping I am so gifted
Didn't fit in like a misfit
Didn't see my rise? Guess you musta missed it
Keep it tight like my swag wear a girdle
I rock steady, enemy of a turtle
Leave the building when I'm finished spitting smoke, I'm on some Pope shit
White as hell, this is some dope shit
Keep the beat like I got taps on
Spit this shit like I got all caps on
My aim is not the fame it's just to make a great song
When these girls take off, I put it back on
Go hard like Jimi Hendrix, without the D
Spitting like it's in the face of everyone who doubted
People who had it out for me
People who used to shout at me
Well guess what y'all? Now they shout for me
I just wanna do me like I am a narcissist
Set the track on fire, I am an arsonist
Not in the mile high club, I don't give a flying fuck
Tell ya girl to take a number, got these bitches lining up
My words blowing up like I put 'em in a bigger font
Fake ass rappers, that's who I pull the trigger on
Ball harder than a cannonball
Go crazy on the beat like my name is Animal
I'm in the building, you just in the front yard
Don't do it on purpose, I can't help if I stunt hard
About to blow up, yeah I just about to detonate
Body slam all y'all, it's the rap heavyweight
Flow crazy, I am insane
Wreck this bitch, I am a train
Get it wet, I am the rain
I don't play, I am the game
Hot off the heels of my last hit
I stay hot like the wheels on the track is
Drop another classic
Rock like clastic
On the mic, spastic
Got mean girls, plastic
They say I got a big ego
Think they just confused with how big I G-O
All I do is eat, dream, sleep and think rap
IllaGates, tighter than shrink rap
I'm not cool, how could you even think that?
I'm in the building, like Pink Batts
My mistake, made a bit of a faux pas
Bitch I run this, like I got no car
XXL, got that extra extra large flow
Crushing these pussies like I am Jono's garage door
If you got a problem, then what you put me in charge for?
King on deck, what the rest of the cards for?
Holy shit, bitch I spit the gospel
Hip-hop's Saviour, y'all just apostles
Go crazy on this bitch, do it big like colossal
Got a girl who's ass is fatter than a tub of lard y'all
Spit it out like wine tasters
Straight edge flow, I never wore braces
'Coz nothing can hold me back, I always knew I'd go places
I am not basic
To say so is tasteless
This my 15 minutes, so I better not waste it
My success is so close that I can almost taste it
Haters just face it
Impossible to hate this
Pockets strong like they weight lift
This the real deal, you could not fake this
Get a bitch wet like cake mix
IllaG, but don't call me illegitimate
That would be ironic, 'coz I only spit the realest shit
Jump on a track and kill it bitch
And if you do not like me then you're just gonna have to deal with it
I'm in the skies can't get no higher
Yes in disguise like Mrs. Doubtfire
Can't have smoke without fire
New in the game gonna be here a while
Even when I'm old I won't retire
Girls calling me their daddy, but I don't have a child
Smells like fish, guess that's why they call it brain food
Yeah I make her wetter than the rain do
Got good manners at dinner, I ain't playing dude
Y'all know I'm bad, worse than plane food
You always eat the same food
Flavourless, plain food
I prefer variety, think you need a change too
That's what I'm here for, to mix it up
Take New Zealand's rap game and fix it up
Who put our country on the map? Peter Jackson
Who'll put us back on the map in the rap scene? Bitch it's us
I make music both you and ya girl wanna listen to
Put the seat up, I'm pissing dude
'Coz I'm doing number one
And since I can only do me, I guess it makes me number one
My life's a blockbuster movie. At the top and I will not budge
Got no class like Malcolm Colledge
Hotter than Papa Bear's bowl of porridge
All these tracks I do demolish
Shine like I put on a new coat of polish
Making milfs spread, getting marmalade
Lemme' smang it girl, like Yung Humma did
Said I couldn't do it, that wasn't what Obama said
What goes around comes around, I guess karma pays
I can afford it though, I gotta ton of bread
I'm a smart guy, I get a ton ahead
This success tastes so sour, guess that's why it's called the limelight
Patiently waiting for my hour, gotta get my time right
I'mma be a part of history, find me on a timeline
So high, you can catch me in the skyline
So fly, got haters swatting at me
My buzz too much, so they trying to get me
To shut up
Bitch, what up?
Only 15 but I could teach you all a thing or two
Take you back to school, like your name is Jeff Winger dude
