I.L.L. A.L.

Lyrics

[Commentary: Phrase] Yeah Lewis One on the beat (Uh, uh, uh) Real shit Ill shit Let's go, Illy Tell 'em, man [Chorus: Illy] It's a I.L. (Uh, uh-huh) L. A.L. (Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, yeah-heh) It's a I.L. (Uh, uh-huh) L. A.L. (Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, yeah-heh) It's a I.L. (Uh, uh-huh) L. A.L. (Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, yeah-heh) It's a I.L. (Uh, uh-huh, yeah) L. A.L. (Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, yeah-heh, yeah) [Verse 1: Illy] Grade five, bright eyed, scored a scholarship To a private school, was a quiet fool My smarts had me picked on, as years moved along I grew stronger, introduced to bongs like year eight I found drugs concealed hate I had in my heart, was the natural path that we takе When you feel you've fallen apart Or nеver really had the shit together to start (Gotta laugh) I come a long way from chill alley days after dark In the park like "Pass the cask" Or passion pop in abandoned bingo halls How them days ever fade? I'm amazed, such a shame But, y'all, time changes, best mates become strangers And pastimes become dangers It falls into place and it all rearranges I call it my life from the floor to the stages, what? [Chorus: Illy] It's a I.L. (Uh, uh-huh) L. A.L. (Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, yeah-heh) It's a I.L. (Uh, uh-huh) L. A.L. (Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, yeah-heh) It's a I.L. (Uh, uh-huh) L. A.L. (Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, yeah-heh) It's a I.L. (Uh, uh-huh) L. A.L. (Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, yeah-heh) [Verse 2: Illy] Station hangin' 'til five each weekday Grades slivered, wishin' I wasn't raised different Checkin' out my payslips, shit wasn't fittin' Fuck it, ticked a bag, cornered the market Stark contrast to four years prior but time passes From straight As to hardly at classes School said that's enough from me I'll be fucked, watch me fall through the gap but nah, not me Goodbye 'til we find for the final time Left it behind, only fitted when rippin' apart Sandy set gave me the vision to find my voice And just like that, my mission's defined So this beats and a mic thing, I think I got skills And I'm tight and tired o' those who ain't ill "Ill Al, bro, I think you onto somethin'" So I ran and took that and I never looked back [Chorus: Illy] It's a I.L. (Uh, uh-huh) L. A.L. (Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, yeah-heh) It's a I.L. (Uh, uh-huh) L. A.L. (Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, yeah-heh) It's a I.L. (Uh, uh-huh) L. A.L. (Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, yeah-heh) It's a I.L. (Uh, uh-huh) L. A.L. (Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, yeah-heh) [Commentary: Phrase] Yeah, Michael Chan on the guitar The martial artist, man Like a motherfuckin' ninja on this shit Let's go, Mikey! [Guitar Solo] [Verse: Illy] I'm-i'm here Here-here-here-here now Now-now-now-now Now-now-here now He-here-he-here He-here-here-here now He-he-he-here He-he-he-he-he-he-he-here now