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[Verse 1: Ill-Noize]
Ready to step on the battlefield, homie this is war!
Draw your weapon mothafucka, what’chu waitin’ for?!
The temple of rap, you know I got my foot in the door
& I ain’t steppin’ back, I’m only pushing forward
& you’ve been forewarned, they blew the war horn, I’m cuttin’ through my enemies with a gold sword!
A slick tongue, don’t get stung, I’ll get sprung
Leap towards ya like a Lion comin’ for ya young
It’s kingdom come, we Urban Godz on the run
Rushin’ in for the throne, like Ye & Hov
I get it done then I’m onto the next one
I harness energy from the sun, no need for a gun, because you know I’ve already won
I crossed the checkered line before everyone
I sing a song unsung like the bird caged
Set me free, the prisoners plea
Your third eye closed, so you could never ever see, what I see…
[Verse 2: Ill-Noize]
Steppin’ back on the track like an olympian
I’m never giving in, even if I’m limping in
I was out here chasing goals, while you was at your christening, the stars are glistening
11 squared, make a wish! All of mine are coming true, never had to ask for shit!
I keep grinding, like welders on a late shift
Sit back & take it like a bitch who think she’s all that
The sex was boring, only hit it cause that ass fat!
Word is bond, I’ll fuck the world ’til I’m gone
Shout out to Beast Coast, you know we in the second renaissance
Hip-Hop revival, the quest is tribal
You need to open up your mind, & look pass your Bible
Try some meditation, instead of poppin’ medications
Transcendentalism take a spiritual vacation
Mind erasing, forget what you know
Decalcify, tri-eye, & see what I see…
[Verse 3: Ill-Noize]
Third times a charm, watch me transform
Rip off your limbs, but I don’t mean no harm
I’m just here to disarm, all the smoke alarms
Stop them from sending smoke signals out to the pig farm
A big heart, with such a small ego
I stay humble, spread love to the people
Slowin’ it down a little bit for the third verse
These lyrics are magic, bout to hit you with a slurred curse
Fuck ’em, haters sendin’ shots I always duck ’em
Hoes say they love me, but homie I never trust ’em
It’s that he said, she said shit that always blows it
Jealousy & lies always be the main components
No opponents like I’m the King of the Hill
That boy ain’t right, but that boy is Ill
That boy is bright, & that boy got skill
Got my red dot sight & I’m aimin’ for the kill…
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