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lirik lagu raising the bar #9 – illmac

[verse 1: soul khan]
these chatter-baters can’t relate i’m sl!ck as a whistle
decapitate a rapper then i sh-t in the neck wound
but d-mn it y’all know i’m like amazon go
i still got lines when i didn’t expect to
it might not be relevant past this week
but me and rap go together like -ss and cheeks
or trash beliefs and maga tweets
by a dad in an alpaca fleece
somewhere on a, hampton beach
i hope you didn’t bargain on a masterpiece
i’m kinda marble on the parthenon in athens greece
motherf-cker i been half-deceased
fever-tripping, weak condition and i have receipts
nah, i’m enlightening
my pen ricin
and y’all can die from a couple drops
so, just step right in
i’m m. bison
i ain’t a psycho but i crush a lot
now you probably never met a guy that’s hallmark-sweeter
a karl marx reader that’s friendly as a walmart greeter
in a world where we all want leaders
but all we getting is executives and small-arms dealers
a lotta y’all are just scared of some honest women and people of color coming to share in the swamp you live in
f-ck you mean, the terrorists aren’t winning?
pantaleo’s alive and erica garner isn’t
i know it’s mortifying
but let me add a little hope to this
’cause i been organizing
and we rolling with the democratic socialists

[verse 2: illmaculate]
delivery special let me stamp the postage
it’s ill, i don’t know what the antidote it’s braggadocios
step in the ring, i don’t have emotion
trash opponents, watch ’em shudder while the camera focus
greatness is the lonely path i’ve chosen full of shattered dreams and broken gl-ss
had some homies, turn snake on me like the staff of moses
part the atlantic ocean
reverse the poles, leave the axis broken
witness eternity in a p-ssing moment
grandiose, when my pad is open and the casket closes
no wonder why my magnum opus is attracting vultures
bodies on my pen, captain ahab i man a ghost ship
throwing back fans with attention spans of goldfish
f-ck what the status quo is
it’s backwards they all sound the same, like a palindrome is
i forgave ’em f-ck ’em
as the day of judgement fast approaches
i dig my grave and lay in it, even planted roses
when i die, burn me to ashes and keep the coffin
i think i’ve earned that, i’ll never be boxed in
life’s a long binge
alcohol, cigs and an ego-enlargement
too big to fit in your top ten
hold up
i hold up a sign that says ‘look at me’
in the land of the blind surprised that they couldn’t read
i write in metaphor, that’s how the message comes
how many people relate? i haven’t met a one
low-key, but i turn up too
the kult releasing volumes, it’s what we turn up to
i’m a lover but i unlove too
i see the style-biters, that’s why we one-up you
and that’s what gives us life
the pen has a mind of its own
i let it write on its own
me and the ouija board, them my ghostwriters alone
ink and that piff when i’m right in my zone
so show a ounce of respect
if i’m tied for top three, then i’m first, second, last
in the school of hard knocks life’s a test, then you p-ss
get the upper hand i make you wait until the end of cl-ss
’cause i’m the best hands down, no questions asked

- illmac

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