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when it sounded like this ii - ill conscious lyrics

[verse 1: ill conscious]
ayyo
the coppers still be clocking this, watching this with binoculars
neighborhood patrolling just wanna come take a shot at us
we mega popular, in the drop, smoking exotica
just catch me in the spot while i’m eating, cooking tilapia
the dimes dropping, these n*ggas singing like operas
cowards getting handled, we just restricting this oxygen
they’ll never have me in a box again, i’m popping ‘em
so try to make a come*up on the god, my n*ggas mopping ‘em, huh!
we’re used to body*rocking, the sound of the shottie c*cking
they went from “olly oxen” to heavily molly*popping
and it’s the youngest of generation who body dropping
ain’t n0body helping, just hope and pray that they probably stop it
the epitome of a godly delivery
n*gga, they say my spititry the sickest form of wizardry
divine with the taste of a fine wine from sicily
tryna get my name engraved on the pages of history

[hook: ill conscious]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, do y’all remember when it sounded like this?
yeah, do y’all remember when it sounded like this? (they say)
(“go, ‘la, la, la, la, la’”)
do y’all remember when it sounded like this? (they go)
(“la, la, la, la, la”)
[verse 2: ill conscious]
check it
no sense in fetus, i been an elitist, never spitting
the streetest. when weeded, i’m one of the deepest that’s feeding your speakers
i be beasting on a beat when the melody tweaking
and steady increasing my reason when i’m heavily chiefing
a frequent*flyer, i be high on, especially weekends
i want my spot solidified while the legacy speaking
you in denial of your blackness when pledging allegiance
your body functional, your mind is like paraplegics
strip me of my privileges, then i’m ready, be beefing
i’m breeded from a place where k!llers leave deputies leaking
i’m godbody, so of course i seek with the vegans
plus i meet with the leaders, yes, and i’m preaching to deacons
we never keep it secret, n*gga, we teaching the teachers
i plan to be reaching the heavens and never see jesus
this world of people who blind with they memory leaving
i had to bring it back and show ‘em this kid is a g*nius

[hook: ill conscious]
what? (what?)
yeah, do y’all remember when it sounded like this?
yeah, do y’all remember when it sounded like this? (they say)
(“go, ‘la, la, la, la, la’”)
do y’all remember when it sounded like this? (they go)
(“la, la, la, la, la”)
[verse 3: ill conscious]
check. yo, i’m
living among the dead, i rhyme with the mind of osiris
spitting it vibrant while i’m kicking this knowledge—no, f*ck that
she see the general, so she go for the private, and i’m
the flyest, she constantly blowing like a jihadist
living with bad condition, this sh*t is like the psoriasis
sicker and wittier than [?] novelist, huh!
my radiation is ultraviolet, so acknowledge it
two feet ahead of you—go and ask your podiatrist, huh!
one of the dopest when i take it back to poetry
f*ck selling them tickets, never could pack it locally
twisting numbers around like they took it back to the rotary
blast [?] i’m sn*tching your rosary, huh!
and my promotional team? i dealt with folks with a dream
mixing their bidness with emotional schemes, but now i’m
focused and devoted to cream, never promoting the beef
don’t get too close, i keep a scope and a beam, what?!?

[hook: ill conscious]
aight? (aight?)
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, do y’all remember when it sounded like this?
yeah, do y’all remember when it sounded like this? (they say)
(“go, ‘la, la, la, la, la’”)
do y’all remember when it sounded like this? (they go)
(“la, la, la, la, la”)

- ill conscious lyrics

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