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I heard this beat ADP dropped and I got possessed by it.. This song is the result..
Title: Illusions
Beat: ADP - Hallucinations
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(chorus)
I don't know what to think, I'm having ILLusions!
of body parts in the sink all full of contusions,
I been stretched to the brink, my mind I been losing!
so I eventually drink, no matter I'm using!x2
(verse 1)
i've had enough of these bastards rapping bout trucks!
talking bout they rims, how they high and jacked up!
well guess what, yo that sh** 'll leave you stuck!
stranded on the wrong side of town sh** out of luck!
these wack f*** s acting like they rap tough,
but have a run in with the cops, and yo the ACT UP!
quick to turn snitch and switch just like a b*** !
sometimes this sh** gets outta hand yo pretty quick!
yah need to close yah mouth when narks raidin through yah house,
disturbin all yah sh** , harassin yah f*** en spouse!
taking yah clothes out and looking for contraband,
or sh** that they can plant so they can whoop and stomp ya fam!
yo, its really sad when getting hassled by the man,
they wanna hold you down and grapple you all they can!
put you in a figure 4 leg lock and cripple your hand,
then tell you to get a job and get with the plan!
(chorus)
I don't know what to think, I'm having ILLusions!
of body parts in the sink all full of contusions,
I been stretched to the brink, my mind I been losing!
so I eventually drink, no matter I'm using!x2
(Verse 2)
whats a word i can think of to discribe how i feel??
i'm immaculate with skill so yo, i'm just REAL!
don't gotta sugar coat sh** , my flow is NASTY!
so when you get Rick Rolled b*** , i'm not Rick Astly,
but don't look past me, i'm white, sick and ashy!
don't ever ask me if you can kiss my ass cheek,
just get on your knees b*** and then you pucker up,
put your lips to my ass and suck that f*** er up!
i want a hicky on my left cheek by the time your done,
or i will quickly spit the death heat cuz i don't rhyme for fun,
i'm here to collect ear drum just like i'm a viet kong,
n death could be near son it might just be a bomb!
or the end of the world, who really knows by now?
we just sit and contemplate, think and wonder how,
its all gonna stop, the exact moment that you drop!
will it be from natural causes or from a gun SHOT!?!
(chorus)
I don't know what to think, I'm having ILLusions!
of body parts in the sink all full of contusions,
I been stretched to the brink, my mind I been losing!
so I eventually drink, no matter I'm using!x2
(verse 3)
i speak grammatical, flippin words acrobatical,
and when i lick a shot, motha f*** az start to scatter yo,
its a mirical, hear it near and you'll fear it yo!
they call me strife divine because i'm so spiritual!
not controlled by a faith, so lets get it straight,
when we're dead and gone u'll catch me at the pearly gate,
let me reiterate, this rappin is my fate,
it made me who I am, just a bastard to the state!
so I turn the mic to dust when I have it in my clutch,
with more force then a boa constrictor gripping to bust!
and shatter vertebrae, I haven't murdered today,
on a mission to catch a lame and burn em with flames,
straight turning em to ashes, laugh as life passes!
i've mastered this sh** , a crafty white bastard!
and sicker in the head then dhomer and gacy,
might as well just get a stealth, bomber to face me!
(chorus)
I don't know what to think, I'm having ILLusions!
of body parts in the sink all full of contusions,
I been stretched to the brink, my mind I been losing!
so I eventually drink, no matter I'm using!x2