letra de illmac #3 | 1abve sessions - illmac
[verse: illmac]
ay, yuh
this that sh-t they didn’t want me on
i used to sip to the bottle’s gone now the bottles gone
bottle emotions take others’ problems and pile ‘em on
my ambience is that of a king i’m not lebron
i’m giannis strong, i’d dream on the block- olajuwon
audit my circle have confidence in my confidants
it’s karma huh? you got what you got, you brought it on
fight with my demons i brought ‘em all to the octagon
special delivery like octomom with my seven brothers
six-six-seven one above the devil and fedеral judges
they nevеr loved us we holding heat, instead of grudges
if you got a problem accepting others you probably never suffered
bang ratchets to get from under selling drugs to maintain
just know our pain matches when death becomes us
they g-ngb-ng, badges instead of colors
instead of drugs, whoever slangs caskets are better hustlers, bang bang
glory hallelujah
i lunar-walk on water watchful to spot a judas
all kind of tools i got a few i’m a connoisseur
made something from nothing like macgyver do and y’all macgruber
entrepreneur rocket fuel in my morning coffee brewing
popping shrooms my spirit godly my body’s human
my squad of hooligans dodged the trap but we not the goonies
did ayahuasca with shamans and saw the future lord
mm, glory unto you
did ayahuasca with shamans and saw the future this witch doctor voodoo
found the fountain of youth i’m moctezuma
hop out that pool like the lazarus pit i’m ra’s al ghul
drink embalming fluid hocking loogies yo i’m not to fool with
michael myers mixed with dr. loomis
babadook, crossed with krueger, breathing toxic fumes crawling out the sewer
last time i surfaced confirmed the loch ness monster rumor
piranha school stalking food, treat a shark like tuna
wooh, i’ve been the goat you just now finding out
been the one they like to doubt
dug a grave, i’m climbing out
don’t gotta lie about my life for clout, had to find a route
on the block, touching paper like kool-aid handing flyers out
a portland legend from the northern section
remember writing rhymes in line for the food bank on 42nd
my mind was focused ‘cause i couldn’t make a poor investment
just one of my defining moments like the jordan 7’s
mm, glory hallelujah
for that chicken we’ll give you wings but we not at hooters
this my call of duty a squad of shooters
my swag is smooth as santana got me launching nukes let ‘em off like booya
biffle, my bros’ll baka, chamu drop at super
give ‘em that nostalgia you al-mazrah when i stop your movement
on a rampage like hector, get out-maneuvered think i’ma lose it got it f-cking twisted like some kama sutra, mm
oh lord, yeah
holy ghostwriter christ on a cracker but not that christ cracker
talk is cheap and y’all some price slashers
i k!ll unsigned and signed rappers
don’t care if you top 40 or top five rappers
i turn the hall of fame into the walk of shame like the night after
y’all some dimebaggers, so since when y’all had high standards
percy hitting harder than a linebacker
getting swallowed by the phantom it’s a life sn-tcher
acting like your life matters, hm, define “matter”
i control sp-ce, time, matter, how i built my block up like a minecrafter
speaking of craft, mine’s mastered
go ‘head throw a shot, watch bullets switch flight patterns and fly backwards
whoo, this that sh-t they didn’t want me on
i been the sh-t and y’all charmin-soft
barrel shooting like donkey kong my entourage don’t call the law
it’s middle fingers my b-tch a swinger like lara croft
lord, psh, glory hallelujah
can’t follow rules, dropped outta school and shot my tutors
like, victor von, i’m dr. doom as smart as hugo
strange, strange, i’m also a boss like hugo
the doomsday clock is moving i’m doc manhattan on the moon
me and only rocket and groot minus the marvel comic humor
strong as k-ma i fought ak-ma yeah i’m the truth
that’s blanka shocking to ‘em my guy’ll sonic boom ya’
lava spewer, sharp as skewers
god of lightning, shock the viewer, they talkers and i’m a doer
they consciousness the oculus rift that’s how i walk right through ‘em
don’t want the beef, this satriale’s i’ll gabagool ya’
not a boss, corrado soprano we call you junior
your body stretched like majin buu and dhalsim do
i walk on water and dive bermuda without a scuba
darker humor my thoughts, are dark in hue
my art is moving, walking the dark side of the moon shot by kubrick
i’m, not amused you’re not a muse to my amus-m-nt
i’m, not inspired this just some fire that got my fuse lit
stop the bullsh-t i’m not a human nah i’m the blueprint
a, god to ‘em the gospel truth- hallelujah
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