| iLLdren are the individuals who, since their youth, have been labeled sick, |
| you know, not normal, or different, from their doctors, peers, and family. |
| They’ve chosen to form their own society when outcasted, and band together for |
| the greater good. |
| iLLdren, you feel me? |
| I — double L — D — R — E — N |
| Sittin' in the middle where the dark street end |
| When I slide through the turf, get the car keys then, unless |
| Take a look into the eyes of the lost, reachin' |
| Buckle up, fuck around and make yo heart sink in |
| When I start speaking, you will all see then that |
| I am here to represent the |
| I — double L — D — R — E — N |
| Sittin' in the middle where the dark street end |
| When I slide through the turf, get the car keys then, 'less |
| Take a look into the eyes of the lost, reachin' |
| Buckle up, fuck around and make yo heart sink in |
| When I start speaking, you will all see then |
| Straight out the land that the heart beat in |
| All the odds leavin' when they got even |
| Diamonds in the rough jewels you do not see them |
| Cam got off the gas on the concrete lit |
| Concentratin' on the doc while a side deepens |
| Drownin' in joints like a shark eatin' |
| Every pack that was tossed now can y’all see then? |
| Wet 'em up when they start squeezin' |
| Ridin' wit the drac’s I’ma all revenge |
| Cause nothin was the same they was stuck up in the rain |
| Just freezin' like Lin Kuei scorpion |
| Kombatin' with the mortal bout to pass them through the portal |
| Don’t be asking for a photo like the car we in |
| Demos in this dark lane while y’all pretend |
| Crazy like the song Gnarls Barkley did |
| Fatherless y’all forgive all of 'em |
| How can they? Today don’t where they fathers went |
| Mother was locked up so how could a bond begin? |
| For the closed off ones there’s a laundry list |
| So when they put quarters inside of the system |
| Supplying the victims that dry off the isms |
| They double that choice now the the pound where you send 'em |
| If they’re DC then Washington |
| Naw more like Gotham trip |
| I was selling white girl to Barbie’s Ken |
| Me and my girl like Harvey Dent |
| Fuckin' Harley Quinn don’t start tweakin' |
| Dogs off the leash brother hop the fence |
| Hungry left outside all weekend |
| The sons and the daughters of the ones who forgot 'em |
| And these are the same ones who brought me in |
| (Man who the fuck is you talking 'bout?) |
| I — double L — D — R — E — N |
| Sittin' in the middle where the dark street end |
| When I slide through the turf, get the car keys then, unless |
| Take a look into the eyes of the lost, reachin' |
| Buckle up, fuck around and make yo heart sink in |
| When I start speaking, you will all see then that |
| I am here to represent the |
| I — double L — D — R — E — N |
| Sittin' in the middle where the dark street end |
| When I slide through the turf, get the car keys then, 'less |
| Take a look into the eyes of the lost, reachin' |
| Buckle up, fuck around and make yo heart sink in |
| When I start speaking, you will all see then |
| Sittin' intake like the weed while they log me in |
| She finna strip me naked while she get the information |
| But she really wanna' take it from me balls deep in |
| Walks me in through the lobby I see all them |
| Call it fall season |
| Cause everybody droppin' or levitating |
| They dead or medicated when I came up wit the zombie shit |
| I was gang gang ghost town winner wit the 4 pound |
| Clapping like a standing ovation into the whole crowd |
| Stacking up the tenant from bars but I’ma throw rounds |
| Y’all arguin' for large audiences with small defenses, not me pimp |
| I don’t battle rap but matter fact |
| The URL that I’ll hack |
| Pull up wit the chopper like a battle wax |
| And park 'em like an rv trip |
| Try to run fuck your back up like tryna' put a baby car seat in |
| Kids packing still, shacked up watching people ball like barkley’s friend |
| Cause them machines try to measure everything within the system metric lobbyist |
| But gods are over men my revolution hurts every RPM |
| I just hope that y’all got the message |
| I’ll go carpe in y’all dm’s |
| Up at 6 while y’all sleepin' |
| Wit the women and the army men |
| That society tossed inside of the garbage bin it taught me then |
| That it’s apparent since we were kids |
| The trauma made us the adults the end |
| Baby blues |