ILLigitt
I'm a 19 year-old aspiring musician currently residing in Leavenworth, KS. I've been rapping since I was 13. I sucked at it until I was 14 and I've been good at it since I was 15. I've fucking ruled at it since I was 16 and I started getting better when I was 17. I became so amazing that I required a human sacrifice when I turned 18. I turned 19 and still have not received what is now my annual sacrifice, so now I refuse to keep making music until someone appeases me. My penis is several minutes long, and I am un-full of shit like you wouldn't believe.
www.caucasianprophet.com
Lyrics
I come from the land of variants
Where all men are created equal…in a half-mile radius
With various settings to dictate the degree
Plus limited edition switch-blades in the sleeve
A lot of people think I speak dangerously
You’re cool to disagree, but I’m offended by closed minds
People who refuse to look at both sides
And please, if you agree with that statement
Please try to change how you’ve probably helped shape it
I lace this venom with a puzzling hit of truth
*’Cause men already ripple youth, my estimation
Brought Rage Inside No Action to cripple you
I Look Out Visioning Excellence…you so much…
Wonder how I belittle these sentences
Minimal force mixed with C*bliminal messages
In 18 years, I’ve learned that ignorant mind games
Lead to the mentality of a primitive time frame
It’s frivolous, I think, you bicker and might think
That you’re getting somewhere, but really the tie break
Lies behind a glittering stare, you sit up and fly straight
But pick up a migraine, too civil to care
Although you’re sick of the bare, bold-faced, oblivious
Jack assessment, trying to critique a situation objectively
But really try to mask progression
I tell ‘em, come back once you figure what “s” meant
… … … …
Where s ment, look at it from the crippled triple view
I’ll pick a few, and pickle little fickle, simple views
With a skewed perspective, lewd and hectic
As I spoof the record with the truth injected
In a new direction, don’t tell me otherwise
Some’ll die, some’ll live, some’ll cry, some’ll give
Some’ll fry, while others sit and question why
But we all try to affect the second coming of the butterfly
Nothing flies free, one day you try
To cheat the 6-6-VI, then 10 seconds later
Hooked up to an IV, body fighting
While your mind sees what life means
By means of anesthetic high beams
