Illustrate Songtext
von Verbal Kent
Illustrate Songtext
Yeah, come on
Uh
Uh
Uh, yeah
Illustrate, fill ′em with the hate that fills you
Illustrate, fill 'em with the hate that fills you
Illustrate, fill ′em with the hate that fills you
Check it out, yeah
I told myself time to illustrate
Fill 'em with the hate that fills you
And if they like the message that fulfills you
No truer words were spoken or exchanged
Ever between me or another
I'll die by those words, a triumphant motherfucker
Cause living for myself takes precedence
And this body′s where my own soul makes residence
Hound on a scent to make sense
But dead presidents have since slid ahead of said reverence
Redirect my rhetoric like Federer
The evidence left
Make people′s pupils dilated like if Evidence left
Come between me and my family, put a gun in your mouth
You ain't nine like you′re right between seven and ten
You see me coming, better rise, no unleaded bread
I think independently, it's like I′m a severed head
I ride the beat, you ride the seat right on the end of the bench
This could disconnect the neck right from the head of a witch
Illustrate, fill 'em with the hate that fills you
Illustrate, fill ′em with the hate that fills you
Illustrate, fill 'em with the hate that fills you
Illustrate, fill 'em with the hate that fills you
You never knew I spit a rap that slap and split a wig
I throw a Hulk Hogan across the room like he′s a Kristen Wiig
Kris Kringle at Hanukkah, high off chronica
Hiding behind the candelabra, can′t believe it's Monica′s kid
Verbal first name
The worst thing that happened to the Earth came
Stealing the birthday
I think it was a Thursday
I'll cut your fucking hand off and leave it in a bird cage
First leave you begging for first aid
Handing out personal earthquakes
Shake your soul out, now your body is my personal workspace
Examining the fabric of life, the life scientist
Put my foot in your ass, it′s shitty for podiatrists
Sci-fi channel, grip a handle and chill
My father sobbed when he analyzed the man that he built
All in on any hand he was dealt
Strip poker with the doctors at the ward north of Andersonville
Rogers Park
"Hack off the top of the head
Of the next wack-off to rap wack off the top of the head"
"Hack off the top of the head
Of the next wack-off to rap wack off the top of the head"
Uh
Uh
Uh, yeah
Illustrate, fill ′em with the hate that fills you
Illustrate, fill 'em with the hate that fills you
Illustrate, fill ′em with the hate that fills you
Check it out, yeah
I told myself time to illustrate
Fill 'em with the hate that fills you
And if they like the message that fulfills you
No truer words were spoken or exchanged
Ever between me or another
I'll die by those words, a triumphant motherfucker
Cause living for myself takes precedence
And this body′s where my own soul makes residence
Hound on a scent to make sense
But dead presidents have since slid ahead of said reverence
Redirect my rhetoric like Federer
The evidence left
Make people′s pupils dilated like if Evidence left
Come between me and my family, put a gun in your mouth
You ain't nine like you′re right between seven and ten
You see me coming, better rise, no unleaded bread
I think independently, it's like I′m a severed head
I ride the beat, you ride the seat right on the end of the bench
This could disconnect the neck right from the head of a witch
Illustrate, fill 'em with the hate that fills you
Illustrate, fill ′em with the hate that fills you
Illustrate, fill 'em with the hate that fills you
Illustrate, fill 'em with the hate that fills you
You never knew I spit a rap that slap and split a wig
I throw a Hulk Hogan across the room like he′s a Kristen Wiig
Kris Kringle at Hanukkah, high off chronica
Hiding behind the candelabra, can′t believe it's Monica′s kid
Verbal first name
The worst thing that happened to the Earth came
Stealing the birthday
I think it was a Thursday
I'll cut your fucking hand off and leave it in a bird cage
First leave you begging for first aid
Handing out personal earthquakes
Shake your soul out, now your body is my personal workspace
Examining the fabric of life, the life scientist
Put my foot in your ass, it′s shitty for podiatrists
Sci-fi channel, grip a handle and chill
My father sobbed when he analyzed the man that he built
All in on any hand he was dealt
Strip poker with the doctors at the ward north of Andersonville
Rogers Park
"Hack off the top of the head
Of the next wack-off to rap wack off the top of the head"
"Hack off the top of the head
Of the next wack-off to rap wack off the top of the head"
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