ILL Prophecy
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#2,121 in subgenre
Peak #22
Charts
Peak #155
Author
Christopher Lancaster
Uploaded
April 11, 2014
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.0 MB • 128 kbps • 2:14
Lyrics
I'm screaming fuck the industry, murder these wack rappers
So called emcees cookie cutter same flowing backpackers
My flows are past savage, totally black sabbath, leaving your pack ravaged, practicing black magic
Look, I'ma abstract canvass and I spit through the pen
Wanna freestyle? Plug the mic in and let the battle begin
I'ma rattle your chin, scare you outta your skin, then I'ma cackle and grin release the jackal within
Let the blood flow, I'ma cut throat trust I got the gusto to let your motherfucking guts go
Ecmees start to flex, smash my fist through their chest, crush their hearts turn around smile and then devour the rest
I'ma cannibal blessed, you're a coward at best, its not just your talent..your whole style is pressed
I'm impressed by the press' ability to give these slow rapping faggots so much publicity and credibility
I'm, attaching dynamite to any of these rappers mics, blow the head off any emcee that that spits shit that I don't like
I'm kind of outta sight, fast and furious on the mic, Vin-dictive, Diesel, Paul-sating, Walkers ignite
Impulsive in fights, any emcee starts crossing the line be prepared to feel my hands firmly gripping your spine
Forcefully ripping your flesh, have you wishing for death as you gasping for breath, its past the fact of respect
An evil seed that blossomed into a different breed of emcee..unleashed..time to bring the industry down to its knees
The game is mine I decree I'll crush'em down to debris, put the mainstream in a chokehold until they commend and agree
ILLS the greatest indeed, go mano a mano and see, whose left standing and whose left choking in their piss as they bleed
I'ma powerful beast, now it's time for the feast, all these artist they leased, go ahead and release
I'm beheading any target that's been signed through this market, drench'em in accelerant fluid strike a match and I'll spark it
Set flames to these harlots, with these blades that are sharpened, better believe there's no way that your escaping this prophet
It's time for the harvest, welcome all to the darkness, the time has come to crush these stars into stardust
Hate that everything sounds the same, I'm going out of my mind
I'm breaking out of these chains, I'm breaking out of this rhyme
