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letra de walk on water [fear of god] - illmac

[intro: illmaculate]
illmac…
lawz…
they don’t feel me?
they don’t feel me than be gone with ’em
they don’t feel me?
this’ll put the fear of god in ’em

[verse 1: illmaculate]
i stand alone amongst the sh-lls of abandoned souls
feeling trapped without control of how we interact
spitting in a limited language
if they listen they thinking that sin lives in us
i get it but that isn’t fact
we’re so much more than ice and clothes
my life can’t be defined by those, it ain’t like that
read between the lines, we decide
evil triumphs when good men do nothing
now i can see the signs
the wright brothers put wings on a bike
that idea redefined a generation achieving flight
but there’s a common idea between that theme and mine
each of us tried peddling with dreams of being fly
i never made it, i guess it’s better ain’t it
cause now i wanna be everything instead of famous
you getting fed up, ain’t ya?
in portland’s climate i’m more inclined
to keep my head up when the weathers raining
forever pacing, i get ahead of myself then fall behind
the definition of success is changing
fall in line or get swept away
rest in the bed of flames you made for your head to lay in
medicating i’m so numb, i roll up
instead of getting jaded i grow from where i’m from
the reservation’s a known slum
while i throw away a free education to go dumb, f-ck it
put the track on, each word is infinite
in this world you living in you don’t last long
you can imagine why i try to put my fam on
during a famine they still managed to be that strong
guess it’s where i get it from they convincing us
live for the future, but do what’s expected in the interim
picture that humans feuding over race and creed
while music gave me my freedom
they won’t get it back
i treat my blazer fitted hat like the sh-t’s a map
when i cross the border it helps me show ’em where my city’s at
i treat my blazer fitted hat like the sh-t’s a map
when i cross the border, yeah
i ain’t christ i can’t walk on water
i just talk on beats but let the onslaught start up
lawz gave me all that i need while y’all falter
and look an awful lot like sheep that i’ll slaughter
i would pray to all y’all fathers
prophet muhammad
while my heart’s as solid as the rock of gibraltar
stop it, f-ck it pay homage
if i said it wasn’t all about ego then i ain’t honest
it’s about c-notes, it’s about hundreds
it’s about the town that we know when i’m out of town stunting
tell me who’s outdone him, n0body the crowd loves em
his fam’s proud of ’em he’s now buzzing
he treat his blazer fitted hat like the sh-t’s a map
when he’s out of town it helps him show ’em where the city’s at
he treats his blazer fitted hat like the sh-t’s a map
when he’s out of town, yeah
i ain’t christ, i can’t walk on water
i just talk on beats, now let the onslaught start up
i ain’t christ, i can’t cure the blind
but i can paint a vivid enough picture to blur the line

they don’t feel me?
they don’t feel me then be gone with ’em
they don’t feel me?
this’ll put the fear of god in ’em

- illmac

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