Illness is my second name My first is HIV//
Through the previlged, the poor I pa** with a fake ID//
My status is obscure, pure raw, with no cure//
I rhyme as i bore a deep gorge up in stores//
Im ill to my metalic bones my raps are insane//
My mineral style flows, making cats sound stale//
I dig a hole in your soul as i start to engage//
see a punch with 2 hole and nuckles will break//
if you try to go hand to hand//
I boomarang and hit back like a rubber band//
My typa illness is nothing similar leprosy//
cos im ten times viciuos as i'll cover whole body//
A financial virus Im coming for your money//
Im cunning, you all sunny//
Im stunning, you all hungry//
Im gunning, you'all got a permanent smile//
the catch is! you not funny//
"Hip Hip is Hip Hip, We quick to Judge,
But we aint quick enough to not be Judged"
- Philo (Bloem Cat)