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nothing's changed - eddie ill & d.l. lyrics

eddie ill & d.l. ft. mr. complex, rise, and eddie brock * “nothing’s changed”
[emcee(s): mr. complex, rise, and eddie brock]
[producer(s): nick wiz]
[scratches: [?]]

[verse 1: mr. complex]
yo, instead
of pointing out, people be like, “yo, he ripped it,” before
they even heard the rhyme. these are matters of fact
these are matter of time, these are matters i take
into my own hands like wiping my own ass. you should be a model
you’re so fashionable, ill rational, i’m
passing through like a patrolman on beat
i’m flowing on*beat, which is weirder than rhythm. ‘cause the
beat is the pulse, you could get beat to pulps or
preach in the pulpit. i’m trying to take the money, i cake
the money like deodorant chips under your armpits
our wits come together like man and woman
or similarly break up if you don’t be doing
what you’re supposed ta or even come close ta
you could ponder on the thought as i ponder roast of
your ass like a t*bone. yo, let it be know you’ll end up
a has*been—check the diagram that has been shown
your minds get blown like hot soup. heard you got a
hot group, but you need to regroup for that hot soup. uh!
[hook: samples with scratches]
“act up, get clapped up” * sample from malik b on the roots ft. dice raw * “don’t see us”
“my mind is the nine” * sample from malik b on the roots ft. dice raw * “don’t see us” (x2)
“act up, get clapped up” * sample from malik b on the roots ft. dice raw * “don’t see us”
“my mind is the nine” * sample from malik b on the roots ft. dice raw * “don’t see us” (x2)

[verse 2: rise]
on mics
i switch styles, personalities, behaviors
rise, i’m so deep, i can’t get my pagers
rhymes i write’ll be passed down and live to ages
of computerized cops, no glocks but c*cked lasers
programmed to be racist to black faces
move on sidewalks in antigravity asics
sacred statues of me holding the mic stand
i’m so great that textbooks portray me as a white man
your lifespan’ll shrink, pride go in the drain. so hot
i’ll stay dry when i go in the rain. i’m going
to reign, i’ll have you n*ggas going insane ‘til natives*
*’ll worship mics and k!ll ghosts in my name. i rep
twenty*four/seven, my bed never slept in
i live, spin and hold a show down like a western
burn emcees like salem cigarettes of witches
nice since my grandmoms was dreaming of fishes

[hook: samples with scratches]
“act up, get clapped up” * sample from malik b on the roots ft. dice raw * “don’t see us”
“my mind is the nine” * sample from malik b on the roots ft. dice raw * “don’t see us” (x2)
“act up, get clapped up” * sample from malik b on the roots ft. dice raw * “don’t see us”
“my mind is the nine” * sample from malik b on the roots ft. dice raw * “don’t see us” (x2)
[verse 3: eddie brock]
eddie brock
the name sends tremors through every block. ready
or not, here’s the desert mac—get steady shots
i give lumps that cause amnesia, call ‘em “forget*me*knots”
rips rappers to shreds, toss ‘em up, make confetti drop
you’re smoking heavy rocks coming with petty plots that’s as
effective as trying to bribe me with something i already got
i rise to occasion like a standing ovation, exponential
potential breaks it down to standard notation
take you down under where you can’t manage floatation
make you drown from the water damage to your location
play your ground, home court advantage, air rotation on your shot
it’s still locked without chance for parole or probation
i could dance with your soul by chanting my quotations and hold it
for ransom, demanding a handsome donation
phonetic phantom phasing you physically, split you down the middle
like symmetry. soon after your pops, after your mom’s
special delivery, magical shots blast from my palm
this is professional wizardry. subject you to
perpetual intellectual misery. me f*ing
you mentally is inevitable like questions
to mysteries

- eddie ill d l lyrics

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