ILL Prophecy
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #177
Peak in subgenre #107
Author
Christopher Lancaster
Uploaded
June 16, 2014
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 3:08
Story behind the song
This is the dark side of my personality, and House of 1000 Corpses is my favorite horror film, so inspiration from that plus this is my first track I wrote fast flows on.
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
It's the return of the monster, microphone molecular slaughter
An emcee driven to drive this industry bonkers
Horror-suspense third eye vision gore blood
Flesh ripping head missing non-fictional author
Punchline spitting intricate lyrical boxer
This generations "Lepke" type mobster
Battle me you'll crash and burn, Paul Walker
B-Rabbit, Anthony Mackie, "Hurt Locker"
Killing them with syllables and you know it's inevitable they'll compare me to Pac or Eminem and then I'll commend them and tell them I'm offended because I descended from heaven ascending from hell and I'm intended to behead all rappers dependent on pop as long as they continue to drop these homicides and punchlines just won't stop
I'm starting at the top, a savage on a passage to wreak havoc and ravage any and all avid and lavish fans, with a mic in hand, my adage will damage spit parasitic acid combined with positive and negative virus strands to inflect all pedestrians questioning my direction regardless if they produce testosterone or estrogen (I'm Killing Them!)
(Chorus)
Welcome all to the gates of Hells Kitchen
Inside my minds wicked
Thoughts have shifted and become sickened
Dark halls and screams cell walls and dreams
No escape, in here you're just another victim
Welcome all to the gates of Hells Kitchen
Inside my minds wicked
Thoughts have shifted and become sickened
Dark halls and screams cell walls and dreams
No vaccine, no cure for my symptoms
(Verse 2)
Quick with the wit, grit when I spit (And I'm)
Sick with the flip, script from my lips (Why)
Can't they admit, confess and commit (I'm)
Real and legit, oppress and remit (Time)
For this motherfucker to blow up
Came from the bottom and created my flows but
Motherfuckers look to me like I am supposed to
Show up and prance, flow and dance
Because hoes wanted a close up?
I ain't no monkey on command
Not another pawn within your plan,
Part of a posse or part of a clan
Not a carbon copy, understand?
I kick it wicked without a brand
Livid with the sickness arrogant
Spit it with the quickness pyromance
Vicious in the mind with a battle stance
Won't give a fuck, don't give a fuck (Bitch)
Flows that I bust, hoes in a lust (It)
Grows in my nuts, exposing my guts (Split)
White from the black, tight from the wack
Spit with spite and attack plight on a track
Site cite might when I write, twice on the mic
To excite fights in the night, entice and ignite
Rise to the blight, hail to me, and fall to the light
(Chorus)
Welcome all to the gates of Hells Kitchen
Inside my minds wicked
Thoughts have shifted and become sickened
Dark halls and screams cell walls and dreams
No escape, in here you're just another victim
Welcome all to the gates of Hells Kitchen
Inside my minds wicked
Thoughts have shifted and become sickened
Dark halls and screams cell walls and dreams
No vaccine, no cure for my symptoms
