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

[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!