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raising the bar 19 - illmac lyrics

[verse: illmac]
what if jesus was a bad b*tch?
and it got exposed on a new season of catfished?
season the catfish, i like my sh*t cajun
put it in layman’s, young vince vega play it cool when i come unhinged
catching jewels in the monologue like ‘say what again!’
baow, they get impressions when they lie
saying battle rap is dead homie, legends never die
so that never did apply, keep a weapon on my side
this for death when it arrives, reaper’s body in my closet only skeleton in mine
h*ll on earth? ain’t no heaven in the sky
man i tried to be an optimist it kept me in my prime
treat occasions like, pressure when it rise
so focused on a knot, end up severing some ties, mm
long*winded, palms itching, all business
lost written, lost hope, moms didn’t
y’all worshippers of false prophets, the gods in us
we saw visions of millions before the song’s finished
treated expectations like drawbridges
once i lowered those i got across wit’ it
memo to all critics, eat sh*t and drink p*ss
unless you retweet this, salute
the scene switched, y’all feed off drama and cheap tricks
and, raw talent gets eclipsed then y’all expect us to take the sour with the sweet mix
what you think we free l!cks, love beef but hate to be beefed wit’?
if this is ringing true then it means it’s you
and if it isn’t, library visit, read the room
b*tch, you ain’t feeling ill then you must be immune
i’m running fades, you outta state then we can meet on zoom
due to climate change, wntr releasing soon
expect heavy snow, hail and sleet, h*ll’ll freeze in june
underestimated, that won’t last
nerd rapper with a rambo cache
wit’ a bad one, tucked in the cut, mm, fat ol’ ass
shorty thicker than ted lasso’s ‘stache
hol’ up, turn me up, flip a birdie cup my dirty nuts
dirty cup, syrup and squirt, until it turn to slush
perc 30 perk ‘em up, skimming crime and punishment
serving [?], working like we never heard of luck, word to us
whip skrt skrt, burnt the clutch
so deep, we prefer to bus
love the fans but y’all nerds are suss
i’m deep in my bag like mary poppins, the spot is very popping
they watching staring, gawking
got a unassuming square to carry glock in
this that raw don’t be scared of copping, we got varied options
got ‘em numb off product, product of where i am from
dog i cam from nothing but ain’t it something what i become
while i’m probably drunk, off shots of rum till the bottle’s done
we isn’t finished, i’m sipping vintage but the night is young
light a blunt and then cough a lung, from out the mud
they taught me young, fought like a motherf*ck, my father’s son
you got a hit list then sign me up, you got a round i got a drum
don’t gotta fall in l*
ay, you got a hit list then sign me up, you got a round i got a drum
don’t gotta fall in love to know that i’m the one

- illmac lyrics

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