The Illest
Mykill Miers Lyrics

Your first mistake, is that you wanted to go flow for flow But my lyrical, was too much for you to bargain fo' My mic checkin is life threatenin The style I use can't be defused, it only deton-nates
The singer's rivals made a mistake by challenging him to a rap battle as his rhymes are too sophisticated for them. His mic skills are so powerful that they are life-threatening and cannot be neutralized.

There's no escape once you enter my zone See my vocal tone, it's Gulf War Syndrome Many conspire, to overthrow Mykill Miers But a, killer for hire, can never retire
Once someone challenges the singer, they cannot escape the consequences. The singer's tone is aggressive and destructive, like a serious disease. Despite many rivals conspiring against him, he cannot retire from being a lethal rapper.

Only retaliate with forty-fives and thirty-eights and escalate, the wack MC's death rate My slugs scoot out, in a shoot out, bring the loot out Yo move out, we find a new route
The singer resorts to using deadly weapons like guns to respond to his rivals. He is determined to diminish the number of bad rappers in the industry. He can shoot and loot without warning, forcing his enemies to flee and find a new path in their career.

Yo, can't none of y'all last with me You see I'm so dope they had to name the mic after me I blast MC's that's the way that it have to be My family gots No Limits like Master P
The artist asserts that none of his rivals can outlast him in a rap battle. He is excellent and so remarkable that the microphone was named after him. It's his job to obliterate weak rappers one by one, and he's backed by a tenacious family like Master P's No Limit Records label.

It's blasphemy to talk trash to me I turn your rap career into a catastrophe See I'm your majesty, because I reign like Hussein Blow you out the frame, now you can't hang with the pain
Rivals who criticize the artist are offending a divine being. He can ruin their rap career with ease, it's blasphemy to say anything negative about him. He's like a king who has remarkable power and control, causing those who challenge him pain and suffering.

that I inflict, yo I insist that you bust I guarantee when you finish they'll be moppin you up Ahh yo I bust dope, see plus note my style is cut throat to leave you blood soaked
The singer provokes his rivals to battle him and promises that their defeat will be so ugly that the housekeeping staff may need to clean up after them. He's very good at what he does and his rhymes are harsh and violent, resulting in bloodshed.

My clique is thick like blunt smoke See plus we all gun tote, and we best known to bust folks Your whole image is just a hoax See y'all went O.G.'s and locs, with six-fo's and gold spokes I'm the illest
The singer's crew is strong and pervasive, like smoke from a blunt. They are all armed and qualified to take down their enemies. The singer suggests that his rivals' image is a lie, they pretend to be OGs when they aren't. The singer is the best, proven by his reputation as the illest.

My vocals are "Apocalypse Now" I served MC's before but you at the top of the pile You feel my onslaught, I walk the streets with a sawed-off Body parts fall off, you getting hauled off
The artist's voice is like the sound of the world ending, fitting into the theme of the famed movie "Apocalypse Now." Therefore, his latest enemy is at the top of the list of those he will defeat. His hits are so powerful, he can walk around with a shot gun with ease. The enemy's parts would fly apart, and they'd be taken away.

I express myself well with a gun You think killin is hard work, but to me, yo it's fun I make all you rappers run, my notebook weighs a ton I got more ways than one to erase you son
The artist is skilled not only with music, but with guns as well. His pleasure is taking others down, while others find it difficult. His words inflict so much fear that even weak rappers flee. His book of rhymes is so heavy with dirt on his enemies that he can ruin them in various ways.

My police record is platinum, I act dumb with a magnum with brain fragments scattered in your bathroom See I'm the bloodiest brother known to man Cause the mic in my hand, similar to a knife in my hand
The artist's cops record is excellent, and he presents himself as stupid so as to not draw too much attention to himself. Shootouts are similar to cleaning up their bathroom, as he easily destroys his enemies. He's ruthless, like no one else. His microphone can be seen as having as killing potential as a knife.

The madman who leaves bodies in trash cans The copycat killer will be the, last man you would ever expect, the unusual suspect And I do most of my work after sunset, come test
The singer is known for leaving bodies in public places or getting rid of them in the garbage. For those who copy his practices or style, they will always come second. The attacker is eerie and unpredictable, hence the unexpected victim. While most rappers are sleeping, he's working. Bottomline- don't challenge him.