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mood & mil beats - illness lyrics

[verse 1: donte]
anywhere on this atlas, i rap without practice
the flow and the show be on+point like cactus
serve rappers on a platter, john the baptist, body
out in the shed, head under the mattress
jeah, then i’m back on the block
posted up on n+ggas like shaq on the block
back on the clock, ass clap, clapping a lot
and them local ghetto boys trapped, rapping a lot
men, them jump out boys like jack in the box, my pump out
jump out, i put you back in the box, slug rounds
like bloodhounds tracking the fox, get off
like rick ross selling crack for the cops
man, the cops got donuts, spots got blown up
and crackhead babies now crackhеad grownups
i rap with a passion, mock, box, and bash in, fans
starving like marvin, artists giving ‘em rations

[hook: donte] (x2)
wе hit you with the realness, ah!
sick like we got an illness, hah!
mood, and y’all know who mil is
we the real deal, kid, if y’all know what sk!lls is

[verse 2: donte]
it’s the ancient of time, i create and design rhymes
that i hand+sign, finger+painting your mind, tainting
your shine, flow make you faint and go blind, or it might
give you sight like a saint in his prime. i’m divine
nine to the power of nine and got
a passion like mil. h+ll, read the signs
‘cause the gods can’t sleep on pompeii’s beach and walk
with kanye’s feet up to donte’s peak
[verse 3: main flow]
cold and refreshing in the same like a peppermint
included is the name, but the fame sold separate
weather sh+t, said a lot of things that you never meant
accepting that he’s prevalent, i’m deafer than a leper gets
brave it long, u.s. not, main calm
favorite song, it’s the type of hit that you save for bongs
i deal risk, something for your chillest
stillness, feel mist. this the real illness

[hook: donte] (x2)
we hit you with the realness, ah!
sick like we got an illness, hah!
mood, and y’all know who mil is
we the real deal, kid, if y’all know what sk!lls is

[verse 3: main flow]
said i’d drop, spray it up and spread up top, the lead
i cop get off like we at our stop. it’s all
trifle. when i’m bored, record bible
the lord cycle more faith than george michael’s
clearing the mist, hard for you to stand against, commanding
sense, parked behind a land with tints
grand events, now you know your man intense
i “get off” like i’m singing in a band with prince
that fool back, spit it like it’s something that dude lack
that room packed, people like, “you heard that mood track?”
be the first to hear it, doctors tell the nurse to clear it
be the first to fear it, ancient with the worst spirit
i know my posse fly, conquer any n+z+ guy
we like garvey, martin, malcolm, selassie, i
play the newest, today tours is paid to us
stay true as i get off like i’m ray lewis
[hook: donte] (x2)
we hit you with the realness, ah!
sick like we got an illness, hah!
mood, and y’all know who mil is
we the real deal, kid, if y’all know what sk!lls is

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