Definition of Ill

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Planet Asia] Through the mental activation I strategize plots to knock knots on hot spots Inhaling earth through my snot box Street life hustling, suit and tie criminal business, corrupt gutter deals Cut a box, murder model, mob investigations Dime-sack decimal, triple beam dream lectures, extraterrestrials Hibernate under ice chains Game enough, precise to ice nice things Transporting our tolerance through the night train tracks on shiesty info This guy's conservative, hundred percent paraphernalia with no preservatives It's Christie, five finger fragrance at the fresh-picked plant Chronic company representative with specialized plans for popo Can ask the nonsense, do Peanut Butter Pepper narcotic Bumping the chronic in my double-back passing through check-ups Child look sober, gathering colder thoughts now that I'm older Seems like the game is unraveling like a cobra's chest up Challenge is over, my battle is bolder than before soldier, so what you want? Age is more deadly from the neck up When in your sector I'm mostly low, quotes high Down in the cuts plotting on ways on how to multiply [Pre-Chorus: Planet Asia] This analyst'll never rest 'til I manifest death Life had to test the definition of ill I reflect [Chorus: Planet Asia] The definition of ill I reflect Imagination don't contest son, there's no time for stagnation When it's the skills that you get Wise words, spoken concepts I never sleep I keep my conscious open The definition of ill I reflect Imagination don't contest son, there's no time for stagnation When it's the skills that you get Wise words, spoken concepts I never sleep I keep my conscious open [Verse 2: Planet Asia] It's like food for thought when these moves get bought These cruels get taught the rules off the jewels we drop School Yard University is what I attend Like early morning vitamins we ain't your average men Lavish in subjects just tryna double my checks Paper chasing for the cabbage on a studio budget With hella tapes in my luggage Through the gates looking thuggish Some niggas hate us and some love us Hug us then hold grudges Mug us then try to judge us Bug us then try to cut us Short, no other sport You ain't a racer, you's a savior Average cats without no game can't comprehend this man's behavior of change School Yard, we ain't your average gang [Pre-Chorus: Planet Asia] This analyst'll never rest 'til I manifest death Life had to test the definition of ill I reflect [Chorus: Planet Asia] The definition of ill I reflect Imagination don't contest son, there's no time for stagnation When it's the skills that you get Wise words, spoken concepts I never sleep I keep my conscious open [Verse 3: Planet Asia] Everybody get on the floor, DJs let the wax spin My magnetic attraction will make you do the backspin P-p-pondering, I got the faith, the listening ear When Planet Asia's on the mic it's like it's pistols in here Crystal and clear, I grunt so my voice don't cloud Sometimes I'm at the free-throw shooting points on crowds Thats's a foul play, cuz even if your system is weak The attention's could reach the most incomprehentional freaks I'm coming up just like the volume on the one who speaks against us Meditating hoping I reach the senseless As days pass the focus on self turns righteous to relentless And my only therapy is representing through a sentence Without a syntax involved in it His majesties star pattern is infinite like the galaxies I evolved in a small wind of life Blew out a dominant cycle Unlike you, your style I can run right through I strike through the microphone as the Fresno Tune Adventurer The room temperature turn and burning a sentence for the new year Appeared thoughts like brand new year Final diners, secret agent brought assignments and clear [Outro: Planet Asia] This analyst will never rest 'til I manifest death Life had to test the definition of ill I reflect