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'm entitled the rifle of raps, and now
I can't be downed, you just a ass, a clown
And I'm back to hound anyone half a pound
Of wack around, anybody trashing sound
Get in line to spit your rhyme
I'll split your mind, and everything it signifies
And in the abyss of mine, sick defined
You could never comprehend the crystal bind
That holds on to my sanity, plus genius
And thus that makes me the opposite Sean Hannity
Stop blabbering, don't get hot mad at me
I can tell that you're absent-minded
So just don't speak, or you'll magnify it
With a magnetic
Force attracting you to tracks and you
Have to stoop down to bow to me
Only here to step up and put the smack down
The rap sound got you fiending for my background
Back down, you're not gonna spit a rap out
This is my sh** to the end, I'm...
Not legit, you saying stop and quit
And I'm gonna point out the idiot for talking sh**
How could they market this? Just ask around
When 'Gitt back in the game, and he's back in bound
'Cause I'm the epitome of classic sound
I spit the first without a hit to turn to
Learning the game, now I'm fixed to burn you
'Cause I spit to earn dues, but more to entertain
As I'm torching and performing the scorching of your name
Words are Weapons, the genius who said that
Is now speechless, with the disease of a wet gat
When I tell you that he is the set-back
Listen to the words that I ease on the head track
You'd better realize, before you pass 50...
That BET gimmicks are nothing but Rap (T)(C)itty
Readily implied that the melody is sickening
Insuring my life, like three felony convictions
Ahead of me are riches, if I play
My cards, but the cards won't decrease in the Hearts
As I partly try to take away from violence
And I won't just be another ace of diamonds
You heartless, look at how your chest decay
Only my words could blind you like pepper spray
And you get sent away, like you was sparking a steel
Got caught, and tried to cop out and bargain a deal
I'm harder than real, my mind is in a mad-house
And as you back out, let me remind you that I'm...
