The Ills Denzel Curry

[Intro]
Yeah, huh

[Verse 1]
My mind is a playing field for mental arguments
My thoughts are sayin' my emotions is who started it
My personality always conflicts with other people
The good in me has never been conscious of seein' evil
I could be ferocious in my times of feelin' feeble
Sick of life's ills, it could be short for illegal
Common sense, a victim to sensory deprivation
The mediator met with it all is in meditation
Lord invited me to stay idly on his left side
So I can right my wrongs in these songs to live and let die
Channellin' Notorious, Makaveli and Left Eye
Son of Ra, speakin' on Horus to see who am I?
Topple leaders, runnin' with demons, cunnin' and thievin' always
Silhouette-surfin' and stretchin' through mental hallways
Demons on my mind, they know where to hide, really
Then nine minutes later, I'm met with the nine milli'
So nine times out of ten, I'm probably going to Hell
'Cause I'm the devil, which means I sold my soul to myself
Shelf all of my worst fears in the mason jar glasses
Next to all the dreams and things I ever imagined
Book of magic, Seal of Solomon, it's a talisman
Speak my name in vain, it will be met with some challenges
I devise a way to rise, time to strategize
The purest form of Zeltron made me alkaline