Life’s Ill Pt. II (The Empire Striketh)

Lyrics

[Intro: Vast Aire & "Sample"] "What the hell?" "Every man for himself!" (?) Playboy, haha! Deuce is wild Callin' the shots... Two deuce is wild Huh [Verse 1: Vast Aire] Usually, I don't need no help, I figured "Life's Ill"'s another notch in the belt My Atoms Family is unstoppable My Weatherman clique is untoppable(?) Shit, we the kings of this You know you bite our style You just a (?) Yeah, this is too much for him or her You need to leave that crack alone (Like Lucifer) [Verse 2: Breeze Brewin] Brothers can't take no more, she like still ill Brothers act fake for sure, we like "chill, chill" "Jungle Book" (?) Welcome, you good meat for great feastin' Savage like ravage mics and (?) for holdin' 'em wit (what) petroleum grip Your (?) that goes hard I'm Rocky on some mad Lybian(?) like (?) Brothers can't stop me, youngers cannot see Clips to your face like tears for your (?) You get emotional, you're drippin' (?) Against (?) I'm writing dead sea scrolls I spit rhythms, make some waves with it (come on) Let's skin niggas, make them bathe in it Salt water, (?) slaughter, type ill Breeze Brewin, Vast, Vordul, y'all know the deal [Chorus: Vast Aire] You cats want to act out (nah nah) Let me find out (nah nah) Bitch, give me the drawers(?) (nah nah) Attack with five clones (nah nah) Everybody sing along (nah nah) One verse and we're gone (nah nah) [Verse 3: Vast Aire] Life's Ill Sometimes life might... Comparin' niggas (?) to a knife fight Yo, that's crazy, the year I drop with space Oddyssey Now there's no plateau that we can't see And these shitty ass labels won't let you eat You better off runnin the streets Vordul get on the mic at the end of the week [Verse 4: Vordul Mega] Represent for, get weeded on the Earth, wind, deserts, (?) In the city got my (?) messed up and muddy The problem is real simple, we struggle for money The truth will (?) up, from rags to riches Have comedians not really soundin' funny We kinda hungry, the TV's is squares(?) All squares in the (?) got D.G's everywhere, so beware Stay close to homes, (?) flares Tryna make it to the 80s like "yeah" Things done changed, (?) future (?) weapons Cuz my hearts(?) say we off the chain On train, local mane Cross the street and the (?) wanna hold my hand [Chorus: Vast Aire] You cats want to act out (nah nah) Let me find out (nah nah) Bitch, give me the drawers(?) (nah nah) Attack with five clones (nah nah) Everybody sing along (nah nah) One verse and we're gone (nah nah) Bitch, give me the drawers(?) (nah nah) Attack with five clones (nah nah) Everybody sing along (nah nah) One verse and we're gone (nah nah) (Hah) [Outro: Vast Aire, Breeze Brewin] Yeah, smoove Haha! (?) Madlib (?) Yeah, yeah JuggaKnots Brooklyn, stand up! What? GT, where you at nigga? (Vordal Mega and Breeze Brewin muttering some shit in the background) JuggaKnots niggas!