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illmac - raising the bar (#1) lyrics

[verse: illmac]
yo, i’m on the outside looking in and i don’t tailgate
life is fair like the hare tryna win the snail race
i’m pushing whale weight, till the scale breaks
packages sold, and that sh-t never gets old, like pharrell’s face
i know success can be stressful, but to fail’s safe
so f-ck a fail-safe, ain’t taking stalemates
follow ya’ shot like sh-ll casings, get money first
the hoes’ll follow like cellmates in jail breaks
my pale-face homie, can carry in 12 states
‘fore i take a l, he squeezing the finger and thumb, l-shaped
self-made, tell chase the beat’s h-ll flames
i used to read the back of the cereal box b-mping big l tapes
now a lot of mainstream sh-t is fake to me
but a lot of underground sh-t is straight p-ssy
they need to call it in, go ‘head, tell ’em play hooky
follow trends, they prolly swallow d-ck, for a bape hoodie
everybody claim life like a action movie
well excuse me if i act unruly
i’ll take ya’ head wit’ it if i sn-tch ya’ jewelry
there’d only be two verses on bad and boujee if i clapped an uzi
look, she treat me like a lollipop: tunechi song
been different since i came out, like the gucci clone
i’ll show up to ya’ concert and take ya’ groupies home
and check you when it’s showtime like it’s moviefone
everybody sound the same, i’m like “choose a style”
i hear you singing off key and auto-tune you out
all i spit is c-ke, coughing out blood
so if i rap about rap, i’m really talking ’bout drugs
this a brick, in the whip, prolly knockin’ max b
had a homie washing money like a laundromat scheme
he got popped, with 20 stacks, he was caught in that sting
it was dirty, he beat the case, then he got it back clean
ain’t gotta do sh-t, and the cops’ll har-ss you
officer catch you, reaching for your wallet then blast you
keep a blade, like i’m carving a statue sharper than shrapnel
and cut quicker than chase chopping a sample
this is, salt in a stab wound, we talking a battle
send the bread, i’m there faster than the gossip can travel
friends and enemies have egos and all of ’em fragile
common example: they move behind my back, like they caught in my shadow
follow me close, then stop when i catch ’em
feel like i’m, haunted by ghosts in a mario castle
stick ’em up
take a president hostage, i don’t give a f-ck
make the ransom one small loan, of a million bucks
and obama was a cl-ss act, that’s fact, but still a terrorist when we get down to br-ss tacks
racists claim trump gets a bad rap, speaking of bad rap, he’s still a rapist like kodak black
you can get the work, no rihanna song
you got a better shot at prolly keeping kanye calm at an awards show that did beyoncé wrong
battle me? hang you halfway off the balcony that big sean was on
yo, so by all means hustle
that’s why i keep clones around me like a body double
the suppressor on the heckler, so the shots ring m-ffled
f-ck around and catch a dummy round, call ’em barney rubble
what you call beef? when god take ya’ offspring from you
banana clips, going ape, in a concrete jungle
i dodge swings, bob weave, then i ali shuffle
and take off at mach speeds like a lockheed shuttle
i’m rocky, ali, tyson, i’m drago
hopkins, apollo, rocky marciano, you could, call me a combo
got me, watching sopranos tryna rob me a capo
coppers follow, fiends take ‘caine to the neck, but it’s not the apollo
nah, my pops warned me of the danger
he told me there’d be traps and they’d short me on my paper
these battle rappers got, something for me in the chamber
they been chasing me forever like corey did topanga
look, i’m wide awake, feel like i’m very slept on
kickstarter just to pay my library debts off
dmx told us it’s dark, and h-ll is hot
but ain’t a soul on earth that could argue that heaven’s not
f-ck it, yo, guess that’s the price of waging war
i seen a burning bush smoking out a bible page before
seen ’em gentrify us, tryna isolate the poor
i was born in ’86 but this is 1984
ill

- illmac lyrics

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