[VERSE I]
Yea, The Illest
Illest Overflow
O.F
The fuck is rap? I write Poems I extract
From my brain, the skill gap insane, lyrically, one upped the game
Yea we're not the same, who you know been serially murdering
Beats since 9th grade?
Bumping Illmatic gone be still at it
Till I'm bone, wreak havoc yea I'm known, to rock the spot

O.F is like that bullet that done blown yo top
O.F is like thunder with no lightning, frightening but you
Never actually see it coming

I got rhymes in abundance, got multis by the tons
It's timе that I realign my fate and be amongst thе ones
That strive to keep hip hop alive, I ain't worrying bout no funds
That comes naturally, a bi-product of passionately grinding
Designing rhymes till the sun be shining, through my window
Then I get to busting like Kalashnikovs with extendos
The mic to me is like the painting brush to Van Gogh
Never stop till I'm at the very top, tho
Supplyin' fiends with the realest of hip hop. yo


[VERSE II]
O.F is like
Penmanship at its finest, grab the mic and
Spit the devinest, give it some time and I'll
Get referred to as "your highness" but in due
Time I gotta prove myself, try not to lose myself
As I try redeem myself to the game
Spit flame on the daily and I ain't going extinct
And I ain't no myth I'm as real as it gets
Homie I step
In the cypher I e-ffect energy
Currently the current like e-lectricity
Dissect melodies, kill em with no sympathy
John F Kennedy, I'm out for dead presidents
Don't feel too safe in your residence
I'm out for the blood of my competitors
Shit eternal like vampires, but ain't no amount garlic
Can calm this fire, I'm the rap messiah
The one that you fuckin' admire, I ain't never gone retire