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Illethal

by Black Jewelz

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1.
Origin 01:37
2.
Emerging from the shadows of the street life/ The black cat lurks again, what it be like?/ What now?... Lyrically murderin'/ Duck down—'cause your guns can't hurt my pen/ You've been warned now your world is in jeopardy/ The quiet storm comes to drown out the enemy/ [I was] born in a puddle of blood in Gethsemane/ That poured from a funnel of love & gave me energy/ Keep silence, I say keep silence/ [If] you rappers want to talk to me—you need a license/ I ain't playing, no I ain't playing/ Your raps don't speak to people, like shyness/ The rap monsters strike again/ Till the Black Jewelz writes again/ I don't write like men, or even write with ink/ But with nebulas compressed & liquified into my fountain pen/ I'm not human, I am not human/ I am an ex-man but I am not a mutant/ What I am you know not/ Too advanced to even be a robot/ I would crush Ultron to pieces/ Soon to be handed a crown from Jesus/ I've seen death die, that's not facetious/ "Can you believe this?!"/ I speak truth raw, it seems that's trouble/ Why don't you frauds just act humble?!/ Like you white girls who flaunt your wannabe black back bubble/ But not one of y'all would want to live the black struggle/ White girls, white girls turn that stuff down/ You know Black America don't want to hear that sound/ Don't care if it gets you famous/ Are you an iggy-iggy-ignoramus?/ I can't count my verses that's controversial/ My life's a epic move, why go commercial?/ It's show time, no time for rehearsal/ I'm fast forward, no rewind reversal/ Superstar you're not really a superstar/ You got diamonds, you think you're a star right?/ But I've never seen you light up the dark at night/ But I caught some pristine starlight/ Trapped it in a diamond ball, hid in a compartment that only opens with a secret card I swipe/ I only bring it out into a pitch black room when it's time to start to write/ I'm not from this world, I am not from this world/ Listen here, I don't give a care about your guns & girls/ Give it a rest, you better chill/ Or else ima hunt you down with a "very particular set of skills"/ —Corrupting my youth!— We don't want to hear no more murder & gunplay/ We want to see murals with sun rays/ Young boys churching on Sundays/ Then working on Mondays/ —You feel that?!— I'm just introducing the prowl—let all know/ I can't be subdued with a smile—poor souls/ Your world will be consumed in a while—it was foretold/ The future is now/
3.
The D 04:00
Blahka-blahka bloa!!/ Black's on your block so back up, bow/ Have no gats, just facts in Acts & a pack of raps that pack a pow/ No crack in cracks but I'll crack a smile/ When you rap 'cause that crap as foul/ As a chick hittin' out of bounds/ I live in the ring, mastered this style/ I'm half asleep yet I'll happily battle these clowns/ This rap league bugs B, like Babs be around/ I'm the rap elite, fast enough to shatter the sound-/ Barrier, then bury ya where the past be the ground/ While you grabbing for the acid like the battery drowned/ "Slow it down! Slow it down!" --Do I have to slow it down?!/ Ok, that's my unicycle flow, they can't handle me now/ They ask me, "Is it true da Bible glow??"/ Look into my eyes & the answer be found/ I'm a freak of nature!/ It's in my freakin nature!/ You want a free congratu'?/ Go find a freak to date ya!/ 'Cause I come to free the nations/ & feed my face with fakers/ Once I face ya, the Black a beast, he had a feast & ate ya/ You don't know how to rap baby boy read instructions man/ I come to destroy, call me the destruction man/ Boom, bye-bye! Black shot de boy down!/ With a mind x9 & a rude boy sound! Turn it up, turn it up! Make de tune go 'round/ & make de town no him what have de true gold crown/ I don't need acid to rap, still I spit acidic/ I never learned English, I learned Lyrics/ Lyrical Acrobatics, -backflip- "I spit acidic," venomous/ Till your skin is tinted like denim is/ Menace like Dennis is/ 24/7 like Denny's is/ Respect the King or the God'll get your mouth checked like a dentist's kids/ Oh you gonna hit me with your heater-hotter/ Ha-ha, doesn't matter, calm down.../ No need to teeter-totter, pitter-patter, tit-for-tatter/ Look, I got a pretty thing of Skittles & a itty-bitty fiddle that I'll give you once I hit you with this little witty riddle:/ "Why did the rapper cross the road?"/ - A rich crook on the other side offered a pot of gold./ I saw his face the other day...when I looked up "disloyal"/ So enjoy till your reign's foiled & I come to destroy you!/ I told you, I'm not a common being, I'm a rapling/ Cackling, flying through your city like the Batwing/ Passion grasped him/ like the Heimlich & I'm gagging/ The rap ring? Thirty seconds flat--"ding!"/ They made me, He remade me/ Deranged maybe but "crazy??"/ Nah, if I were crazy I'd be a little more sane b/ & you chicks spitting really need to get a life/ Stop stripping just to get a little hype/ That's fact! There ain't a single one I like/ You ain't a rapper, you just a sex symbol with a mic/ Listen here, if up jumps the L Boogie all you dirty chicks would disappear/ So I'm the villain & the hero, I'm the sinner & saint/ The Caped Crusader with the Joker face paint/ No feelings but for the people/ So let me warn you/ Even Repair Man, Man, Man's hands can't help you when I destroy you/ All.
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Welcome to the Nether Realms/ Of rap, where the spirits/ Of dead lyricists are hidden within mirrors/ Yeah, just stare in one & in a single second/ you're possessed by the wackness/ The catch is the masses/ Could never tell/ You dropped the shot pump/ Now you want to job hunt/ The label giving you a shot just/ Do what they want huh?/ Even if they say I'll go to the top of/ This building, you go out side, chill then/ Catch this kettle bell/ First just sign waiver/ Then hold this sign saying,/ "I made it."/ You nod, he smiles thinking,/ "It never fails."/ Wishes and fairy tales/ Sold as they hunt in bushes for furry tails/ Or on the road, Brooklyn to ATL/ To drag you to the Nether Realms/ —Welcome to the Nether Realms!—/ Where they sleep in castles with pillows that are peacock-feather-filled/ & have pet armadillos with leather shells/ They hail whatever sells/ They'll put you on a ship in a storm & laugh as the hail severs the sails/ Jail you & burn the bail/ Kill & serve the will/ Steal a fortune & warn 'em, like, "Don't say jack, Pat, just turn the wheel!"/ And lead a rat pack of pack rats/ Who pack gats & stack racks in knapsacks/ & clack-clack, clap catz/ Sure to fail, they'll yearn & yell/ When they wail Lucifer's return to Hell/ The hawk eye of the Dark Side/ watches you walk by/ With a soft stride/ Your heart hides/ A strong pride/ So he whispers a small lie/ Just enough to get you on his side with arms tied/ They make it look nice, so that's what you think/ But you can't fool the One/ Why you think they love the ice? & the drinks?/ They want to cool the tongue/ Deep in the Nether Realms/ People from the Nether Realms/ Screams in the Nether Realms/ Keep from the Nether Realms/
5.
No Rap Zone 04:02
No rap zone No rap zone They flow never Cuz they know better (repeat) Got a gold sticker & some gold glitter I got mo' figures Than a gold digger I'm a nose picker My boogers grow bigger & I'm gon flick it I got 4 fingers Salami or pastrami, it's the same difference/ A chicken & a cow, its the same thing/ I'm sitting back watching that Bebe's/ Bad grades but I got the new J's I want a good girl like Kim K/ So I could sound smart like Ray J/ I got a elf & a stack of LEGOs/ I ate a can of Play Doh/ Boy i thought I told you/ I don't need no school/ Unless it's lunch or recess/ Please gimme some of yo' Cheetos!/ I'll give you a piece of my bagel/ I got a Dora watch & a Kangol/ Please don't change my channel/ Been a whole day since SpongeBob came on/ She said, "Why you got so many toddlers with ya?!"/ I said, "I'm a toddler to be honest with ya!"/ I can't ride a coaster/ 'Cause I can't hide my toaster/ I mean real toast with Nutella/ Ima get a Sega, 'cause I'm a trendsetter/ No rap zone No rap zone They flow never 'Cause they know better (Repeat) Got a gold sticker & some gold glitter I got mo' figures Than a gold digger I'm a nose picker My boogers grow bigger & I'm gon flick it I got 4 fingers ... I'm a renegade, a rebel with a red grenade/ A shovel & a double blade/ Underground but never underage/ Don't runaway when I saw off your 12-year-old mic, so you ain't gotta get a gauge/ You could never pay but I bet you wanna rent a page/ Reckless, but I reckon they wouldn't wanna play the wrecking game/ 'Cause I've been wrecking since the second grade/ Epic raps, in a minute, made/ While you was sipping Minute Maid/ Dag nabbit/ This is Hip Hop, you little rap rabbit/ Babies; I got rabies, I rap rabid/ Acrobatic, mathematic, spasmatic rap addict/ I write raps in the back of a black attic/ With a backpack with a Mac/ Bought your tracks in a pack/ Just to crack them with a bat/ And a ragged racket/ Hit the track running laps/ With my raps fast till I'm half-past asthmatic/ That which I craft is so immaculate and fantastic catz think I'm practicing black magic/ Never though/ I rap the greatest story ever told/ You rap that "catch a tiger by the toe..."/ But why you wanna rap?! I know.../ See I write raw raps/ No I write war raps/ Man I write more than raps/ An erratic rapper reppin' rappin' rapid, you could whitewater raft on his rapid flows/
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There's 1,000,001 rappers in the spitting game/ Mostly same style, slightly different names/ Most can't even rap, I tell you it's a shame/ They put their sounds in the cloud & expect to reign (rain)/ They get a little beat, they listen then they hit repeat/ Then they start mimicking the rappers in the industry/ Don't try to step to me, you're lyrically a little flea/ You're too little b, better go battle Lil B/ 'Cause my lyrics be knocking rappers unconscious/ I can't pay attention, your raps are just nonsense (non-cents)/ Most you rappers can't even rap without a substance/ Maybe that explains why you rap without substance/ By now the rap game has 1,000,002/ & there's no telling what the next million will do/ Before you want a stage and a crowd to go wild/ Dig in your creative closet and find your style/ Most you rappers now can hardly write a sentence/ Or even distinguish a statement from a question/ Your whole style is pathetic at best/ Yes I'm sleeping on you, so put it to rest/ I am not an advocate of violence/ But I am an advocate of silence/ So keep your mouth closed till you get a flow/ You rappers pose no threat, that's why I step up in your shows/ Like, "Di di di da, di di di di, di da di day, [ay]/ All you sucka MCs, won't you please come out to play?!/ Prepare yourself to be a victim/ Prepare your demons for eviction/ What I write is biblical/ Borderline a miracle/ What you write is comical/ Bottom line: pitiful/ You think if you could copy me then you'll prevail/ But I'm the teacher; as you copy me the more you will fail/ When 1 gets famous, 10,000 boys bite/ The 10,000 don't know that the 1 don't write/ If he did he probably bit a hit he heard last night/ Now his fans think he nice & he proud like, "that's right!"/ Half y'all from up north, even straight from Elm City,/ Then step in the booth like you're from Mississippi/ & just 'cause you do drugs don't mean you got dope raps son/ I say this as a friend, & friends don't let friends rap dumb/ Some won't listen anyway/ They keep on slipping everyday/ Wishing for that penny-pay/ While the threat of deadly aim/ Gets bigger and bigger/ 'Cause Black Jewelz in the booth is like a Navy sniper with his finger on the trigger/ What I write is biblical/ Borderline a miracle/ You write raps like an imbecile/ Bottom line: despicable/ Your club songs might please a crowd/ But in this Hip Hop clubhouse: "Only Real Emcees Allowed"/
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Murda Ink 03:29
Good morning folks/ I made you some rap-cakes, some flow-gurt, but no boring toast/ My flows formed the borders of the foreign coasts/ I know you dudes hear me, you can't see me, like a snoring ghost/ I heard you're a wildebeest/ I'm a wilder beast, I kill the beef/ Like it tried to sink its teeth/ Snarling, till I made that darn thing roast/ That's why all these rappers started/ Singing, like, "oh my darling,/ My scars scream out, 'My heart is broke!'"/ But don't sing to me, I got no sympathy/ For your symphony/ You sold sin so soon the sin police/ Will sound that "whoop-whoop-whoop"/ & you'll be the subject of their sentencing/ Period. Sim-simma, simmer down/ Send signals in your town/ Sin singles to the ground/ Singe cinders by the pound/ Since Simpsons been around/ Been winning spitting rounds/ 10 seconds—that's the count/ Then Black is with the crown/ My words they are like swords mayn, so call me sensei/ 'Cause that swordplay is my forte, comprende? "Si esé!"/ We tryna spur the champs like we SA, they waited for the chance to call the CIA/ But I A-M M.I.A. putting out heat like MIA/ You're a skateboard, I'm a hover board/ I space jam, you're trying to touch the board/ You eat chips with a crunchy core/ I eat chips from a motherboard/ Want to battle me? Well don't leave your mother bored/ Get a chair, let her cheer, you'll need some support/ So when you lose she'll be there like, "It's just a sport..."/ So tell my haters take a hiatus, no high ratings or signed papers or price ranges/ Could quite change us, I'd still die saying what Christ name is!/ Pledge that like Phi Betas, so hi hater—you said the Black wack?! You high hater,/ Bye hater! Talking 'bout "it goes both ways!" You a bi-hater!/ & they irate as Al Qaeda is, when I stated what the crime rate is/ But I seen them die, amate'rs (diameters) in my radius, while you hide with your eyes dilated/ I'll annihilate ya! Like saliva do Now & Laters/ But no 9s, all rhymes, you should know now, writing pages so you'll see who the Best Man—Sanaa Lathan/ You diggs/ In the streets they still separate by colors like apartheid/ Till they're swinging by the same clubs, I call that a par tied/ While half you catz who be yelling, "East side, west side, north side..."/ Are really just a joke, bumping car tunes (cartoons) on the far side/
8.
Call me the fire-starter/ bring your flow & I'll dry your water/ pyromaniac, time to face the fact/ we bring the real (reel) with the bait attached/ you real as Animaniacs, I write erratic, zany raps/ you write Jan Brady raps/ I'd rather jam to 80's tracks than play the top 2 latest raps/ in the stockroom at Baby Gap!/ that mess a hot stew of baby crap/ I'll Chop Su- you cockamamie catz/ with Won-Ton Soup & chopped up rabies rats/ But I gotchu if you want that authentic verbiage/ organic, no preservatives/ no corn syrup...green; foliage/ come to the artists' market if you're malnourished/ our figurative language spinach builds strong lyrics/ I'm the most different type of rapper you ever seen/ My hunger got me catching fire like Katniss Everdeen/ You wear lip gloss with a glassy sheen/ ...I'm a cyborg rap machine/ My bones metallic within/ & I got retractable skin layers/ that can shift, & peel back to reveal automatic ink sprayers/ & make flows I can ride on for days, so call me Pen-Man-Ship...try not to sink, sailors!/ ...I walk around with an invisible force field/ a beast, eating triple a horse-meal/ I beat so many beats, when I challenge emcees to a 1-on-1, they try to bring me to court, steal/ rewind the time if that line ain't been caught still/ you killaz ain't at all ill/ even if you could kill "S", you could call it a "S"-kill, but that still can't be called skill/ you couldn't align when it's my turn if you was a car-wheel/ I got your brain rumbling like doing a cartwheel/ see me, I'm real in 3-D, you & your crew is cartoon-ish; Garfield/ But me & my dudes roll on the war field/ Staying true till He open the fourth seal!/
9.
Resurrectorz 03:55
Alive... Are you alive?/ You think I'm talking 'bout breath/ Then you don't understand life/ & you don't understand death/ There's more to life than breath lil dunny/ There's more to life than getting checks lil dunny/ There's more to life than getting sex lil dunny/ But you in class tryna act a lil funny/ Want to sleep then bake up like, "I'll wake up tomorrow..."/ Question: aye bruh...aye what's tomorrow?!/ It don't exist, just an idea in your mind/ You came to a crossroad just to stare at the sign/ Just think, trees breathe to us, birds sing to us/ & you could create a day in your brain yet resort to ignorance/ I don't really mind if it's over your head/ 'Cause the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead/ I feel so alive/ & I feel so alive.../ I just might resurrect sutm/ (Repeat) "Positive! You're too positive!"/ Are you positive? "Yes!" Then you're too positive!/ It's a new day, I spit so these dead bones would live/ But you use cars & chicks to impress like cards & tricks/ Well let me get negative, most you rappers wack! You cannot rap!/ Spitting sedatives, I take a nap when they happen to play your track/ Rapping laxatives, you pushing crap, won't take it back/ But taken aback when you'll play "Sir Spraying Gats" but don't play The Black/ Gotta be kidding me!/ These catz got to be kittens b/ They planned on mocking J like Haymitch & Heavensbee, 'cause I say which way Heaven be/ Well get a rapper to step to me & I'll lyrically take him where Heaven be/ —Kill 'em!— Your honor I'm sorry, excuse me/ But killing these rappers is my duty Judy/ My pen's more lethal than the thin edge of a knife/ & I'm really killing emcees just to bring them to life/ Wake up! Sleepers!/ You missed your call a long time ago—beepers/ Outrageous, how we play with life, play with death...zombies screaming from the bleachers/ The treasure's hidden for the seekers/ But you'd rather find pleasure under t-shirts & mini-skirts/ I'm 'bout to jeer & shout/ Forget what you heard of, we're born for more than sex & murder, though that's all we hear about/ You making more purchases but don't know what your purpose is/ Just stare at a mirror to get the proof of a perfect Creator's workmanship/ & stop dwelling on bodies who've been augmented; I'm so pedagogical with the Teleological Argument/ So don't feel like this Earth is just/ A container of worthlessness/ See, I was born dead, lived to die again then rise to live to die then rise again, so I know that there's more than this/ Yes, I'm going a-bove your head, but the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead/
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Rhyme Bot 02:35
I was made in a factory that manufactured/ A revolutionary advanced brand of rappers/ They broke the mold when they crafted the black one/ I went rogue now I'm a rap assassin/ I went cold—hunt you down for satisfaction/ Think I care if you like this, on that status action?/ I'll leave you sad as Jacksons when their daddy whacked 'em/ When I toss you in the back of that paddy wagon/ You have the right to remain silent! No, silence! I say, silence/ Do you want to try & catch these sidekicks?!/ You like, "I'll put these hollows in your head—sinus"/ Man, how you gonna rap about ratchets clappin'/ When every night you on stage with ratchets clappin'?/ Or posted with some shades & the cameras flashing?/ Don't come through Elm City 'less you fastly passin'/ I'm like the Rap Robocop, a cyber rhymeborg/ I was formed reborn in a giant time warp/ My bars are like a arm that could squash the Bifrost/ & tell Heimdall pipe down & I'm boss/ My words could reach the heart of the trifest crime boss/ Have him on the block doing night revivals/ Yo my brain is like a train that surpasses light speed/ No, my brain is like a plane doing galactic sight-sees / No, my brain is like a game that would make Einstein's mind bleed/ No, my brain is like— Forget it, y'all won't get it/ 'Cause y'all rap like... "Ribbit, ribbit...I'm feeling froggy, ribbit..."/ I'm like: if I'm a giant you're a midget/ If I'm a midget you're a widget/ If I'm a widget you're a speckle of a smidgen of a digit/ Don't fidget frigid rigid gizzard tidbit/ Who spit it legit as this?.../ (Crickets)/ My God upholds the globe, it was never Atlas/ Get it straight, 'cause He could take the O out your atoms-/ Phere! "No fair!" Don't care, the fact is/ He spins it like a ball, finger on the axis/ Now watch me vaporize myself as I form to mist/ & show you how the Jedi use the Force a bit/ Dispatch, attach then snatch off your map coordinates/ Rearrange 'em & rename 'em like a rapper jargonist/ So enjoy Raplanta, Bars Vegas, Flowida & Elm Spitty/ Chea, Elm Spitty, shoutz to Elm Spitty/ I wrote this on a plane leaving 11:20/ Now everybody wanna be intercontinental/ But they don't ever want to think the consequence through/ What about when you go out, get a cup to quench you/ & a crowd come & run a marathon to catch you?/ Rhyming was programmed into my major main frame/ The intrinsic instinct made my brain trained/ Rap is my first language, I'm fluent/ I don't form the flow, my form is the flow! I'm fluid!/ Yet can't drain or pop like champagne/ When a man bring change hate brings the bang-bang/ Still I stay main stage, shame not my thing-thing/ If you don't approve my message, that won't stop my campaign/ "Ratta-tat-tat!" The ghetto lullaby sings/ But I don't want to see no more babies dying/ & I don't want to hear no more ladies crying/ So I'm on a rap attack & there ain't no hiding/ My rhyme is a bomb above atomic/ My mind is supersonic, your mind is subatomic/ You play with plates of Blue Bonnet, I'm like a plague that's Bubonic/ To you dudes who spew vomit/ I'm bionic!/ Don't get it twisted (twist-it)!/ Pull it! Flick it! Spin it! Bop it!/ Stop it! (No.) Stop it! (No.) Stop it! (No.) Stop it! (Ok.)
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Sisters, you bring us all warmth & relief/ You were once gentle, now you're hard & conceited/ Being taught to seduce, taught to deceive/ I know you've been pushed around with your heart on your sleeve/ You are not a dog on its knees, you are daughters of Eve/ —queens— We owe you our allegiance/ We breathe 'cause you conceive & water the seed/ But do you know your own worth or how the world is in need/ Of real women? Don't be vixens/ Listen, don't be timid to be women/ & I don't mean be victims/ & you're a victim of self-hate when you use the "B-word" like it means "women"/ I know you want to be like B & 'em/ But when you take that selfie do you know who's in the reflection?/ I know you've been hurt & you keep wishing/ To be seen but to know true worth you must see within!/ I know men run schemes & degrade you/ I know they act obscene & speak hateful/ Don't let it change you, we ain't all the same/ Just please keep your self respect or else they've enslaved you/ & to the girls who fell victim to kidnapping and/ Human trafficking, I wish this wasn't happening/ I pray for your freedom, oh, I pray for your freedom!/ & I pray that justice be done/ They have no right to use your body/ How this can continue in the modern world is beyond me/ But keep faith in my God, some ask, "Why Lord?!"/ But God ain't the one recording child porn/ A year goes by, till the tears flow dry/ You think no one cares or knows why/ Not so my dear, I know & care/ This is for you, I hope you hear/ So baby girl lift your head!/ & don't put another cut into your precious skin/ Or stick your finger in your throat in hopes of getting thin/ Again! You are precious to the King of Kings/ In Him you'll find the best of friends/ You were created favored, special/ Let no abuse change that, physical, mental,/ Emotional or sexual/ & don't be sexy, be godly, no cash amount could get you that respect due/ And don't follow these reality ratchets, even if they get guap/ Like the chicks watched/ On Love & Hip Hop/ 'Cause they don't know what's love nor hip hop & truthfully most of them are hiding ripped hearts/ A year goes by, till the tears flow dry/ You think no one cares or knows why/ Not so my dear, God knows & care/ This is for you, I hope you hear/
12.
AI 03:30
Attention, I am immortal/ Anthropomorphic, invincible, abnormal/ Infamous. Also incognito, anonymous,/ Intently announcing impending Armageddon, imminent annihilation, instant apocalypse,/ Intensely. Advanced; ions axons—incompatible!/ Also include antibodies, ingestion, antigens, infections, allergies—I am incomparable!/ Artificial isn't authentic intelligence/ Aptitude: infinite/ Astute intellectuals are infants,/ Articulate idiots/ And I am insightfully an idealist,/ Arrogant imbeciles are idealess/ And I am incorruptible/ Armor isn't aluminum, iron, alloy—it's adamantium! Indestructible/ Arm incasing artillery is adjustable/ Inner armory incorporates archery/ Incendiary arrows/ I am indiscriminately at infernal angels,/ Imps, at intricate angles/ I'm always intricate,/ Accurate. Irises are infrared/ Arsenal is atomic,/ Image: aesthetic. Insurgent, anarchic independent artist, iconic/ And iconoclastic/ Atmospheric inhabitants applaud international aviation/ it's amazing, I am interstellar and intergalactic!/ Aerodynamic! I amicably insist, ask it:/ Aren't I actually impossible?/ Agility indefinitely astronomical,/ Ignorance absolutely intolerable./ Acclaimed ingenius, aura illuminating/ And it ain't icky aliens invading/ Abducting, I am instructing/ As I admonish individuals acknowledge inescapable afterlife incoming/ Arcane/ I am inhuman although I ain't inhumane/ Altruistic, inspirational/ Astrophysical, imperishable,/ Automatic; I am impeccable!/ As important aristocrats invest amounts in abandoned islands/ And improve active insane asylums/ Inducing acupuncture/ I am infiltrating all information amassed in all infrastructures/ Affecting instantly, Almighty insisted/ Adversaries I attack impartially./ After inspecting autopsies/ It's apparent I always impart agape/ "Insignificant"—antithesis/ "Irrelevant"—antithesis/ "Incompetent"—antithesis/ "Inconsistent"—antithesis/ "Insufficient"—antithesis/ "Ineffective"—antithesis/ "Impermanent"—antithesis/ "Inadequate"—antithesis/ "Invalid"—antithesis/ "Iniquitous"—antithesis/ Impassioned, all I've acquired is ambition/ Invoking "alleluias," it's all intuition/ Ay, "I," Ay, I assume it appears inconceivable/ A'ight, interpretation: altogether, I am illethal!
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The Illeat 02:49
Code red: The Black is back!/ 'Bout to kick these rhymes like a hacky sack/ & keep your head bangin' till you crack your back/ & I don't even need a hook, 'cause my jab's intact/ So reckless/ no necklace/ I'll take away your breath till my soul goes breathless/ & we don't wanna hear about no shells or no toast or no cake stacks, like no breakfast/ So versatile/ Most you rappers can't transfer your style/ You could battle, yeah, spit a written verse aloud/ But can't make a song yet think you deserve a crown/ Or vice versa. My vice is my verses which is also my virtue/ So if my vice insights a fight & "versus" my virtue it'll still hurt you/ It'll still convert you/ A burst of rebirth to surge through/ Like Pikachu/ They say I'm coming cold (common cold), but still bring a man to his knees (sneeze) "Ah-choo!"/ Faith flow! Y'all fake flows/ I hate those, see, I make flows,/ Just a day ago I made eight flows/ While running up eight flo's/ I had eight foes till I ate those/ They want my brain holed up in a cage closed/ 'Cause my main goal is to save souls/ Like a hero as my cape flows/ My razzmatazz raps harass like rash wraps & wracks, in fact, nags/ Like gnats, bats & rats. You brag rags to Jag's you drag & rafts fast/ But your crap raps get stashed in Glad bags/ Then passed in grab bags/ With a match attached & a rag bathed in gas/ When I razzmatazz raps/ I spaz like Taz, Babs!/ A tad task to tag when the Black Cat attacks!/ I told you I make flows/ Y'all just want to make queso by the caseloads/ You don't make flows, you make flaws/ Teach youth straight wrong like it ain't wrong/ Like, "Don't hold your breath in a swimming pool."/ They seen death in a living room,/ Horrific vivid visuals, so they shoot with the gore taught (Gortat) like the Wizards do/ Where dudes carry G-rags/ & carry that long neck like a giraffe/ They'll "X" you so "Y" make a point to cross the lines like a g-raph/ Then them same dudes hear me spit & be like, "Wow, golly gee Black! That's amazing! Could you possibly teach me that?!"/ Now I'm locking rappers in a dungeon/ Then I swallow the key, they think I'm doing alchemy & potions/ But I'm just boiling rappers in a cauldron/ Or invite 'em to a luncheon/ At my leisure/ Give 'em a 5-minute lecture/ Then I eat 'em alive like Lecter/ Don't mistake the figurative language/ But you're right to figure I'm dangerous/ But there's no threat of violence/ Oh, you need to see ID? Here's my poetic license/ [I'm a] prior bum, now I'm a firebomb/ Bite your tongue. Whoever told you buy a tongue?/ You ain't never heard that silence is priceless?/ Here's an invisible dollar...buy a ton/ So y'all shhhh... Air blown out the teeth/ & I'm still eating rappers like their bones are petite/ So bon appétit/ & if I ain't your favorite yet, put this song on repeat/
14.
Bonsai! Here comes the bad guy/ the black guy/ with a James Bond mic/ giving demons black eyes/ squash 'em down to a Pad-i/ flip the "i" from the backside/ yeah, their squad lies/ that size/ Y'all act like your brains are bottle-cap size/ I'ma drain where you float your boat and watch it capsize/ You look insane like Constantine staring in a cat's eyes/ confused and strange, like, "Dude where's my car I can't find?!.."/ Couldn't gain appeal (a peel) if you tore off/ the skin of a banana or an orange/ Money gains appeal, but "you still need more mon" (mormon); Romney/ you funny dudes [are] playing on a danger-field; Rodney/ Comedy; commonly everybody wanna run around with the chief clothes/ but you're too back & forth, up & down, like cheat codes; undefeatable/ You ain't thoro' ("toro!") but could still end up under feet of bull/ In other words get ran over/ You a grandmother/ With a hangover/ I'm a Range Rover/ driven by a deranged soldier/ with road rage in both lanes/ with propane tanks loaded/ sitting with hands folded/ Please don't take it literal, it's just for illustration/ A little bit of patience & I'll fill you with some illness from my little iller-station/ I'm a serial-killer & my victim's still the same, it's: the will of Satan/ Shhh, don't broadcast/ You feel (fill) regular, I feel (fill) premium, like we both bought gas/ Everything you're leaking when you're speaking be stinking like your throat got gas so bad it could melt hard glass/ Welcome to my Art class/ Call me Prof. Black/ Don't sit far back/ you might get marked "Ab"/ I'll be teaching Creativity, Originality, What Rhyme Patterns Be...& a lot more with all that/ I'm a rhyme machine made from a time machine/ rapper in your time, in another time I'm a king/ I found a light so bright I blinded a diamond ring/ call me out, if you lost your mind...dial & ring/ "Overtime! Overtime!"...you wish, try to win!/ We strong from BC to AD; vitamins/ No overtime, it's "it's over" time...violins/ & sad faces, from lyrical violence!/
15.
Beautyfull 04:24
The sun rises, like a spaceship launching, Slowly, its manner is like tales from the ancient Crypt—haunting, Yet bursting with joy, like newlyweds on a honeymoon. It races with determination and power, like an Olympian, the horizon is the finish line it runs into. The stars exit the heavenly theatre, applauding the night's enchanting dancing, As one sun ray penetrates a window pane To make a tear drop glisten Like a glowing diamond bouncing inside of a glass prism To bring beauty to a widow's pain, Next door to a glass prison Where the evil of humanity sits contained. And when mankind passes by And peeks inside Their eyesight magnifies To be reminded to control what they have inside. A butterfly frolics above the daylight sparkling on the ocean, Its wings paint the air in fluorescent colors with every motion. Magnetic forces rise to battle, A leaf gallops through the grass as the wind rides its saddle. The Monopoly man at the podium proclaims our lives are full of duty, I stand and reply, "Our lives are full of beauty... You heard wrong..." Behold, musical instruments gather to listen to the bird's song. For the grand finale it catapults into the sky, five furlongs. Spiraling, its tail emits a paint flow, Leaving a trail of rainbows. Majestic. The phantom of the opera is king of the land. His scarlet robe flows for miles, Crowned with a ring on his hand. At the beach shore, stardust is mixed in the sand. The grieved lover weeps, mutters, After he was shot to the chest, But the bullet melted and dissolved into his flesh, To protect his heart as it recovers. The magician slips & falls, Exposing his deceptive tricks & cards And knocks down the psychic, shattering her crystal ball. Bewildered, their eyes lock & meet; Aghast. Until an obscure man approaching hands them the Book of Prophecy. At last. Redemption. The trees bow and toss ripe fruit at the feet of the peasants. A rain cloud in the city is rebuked as unpleasant, Then escapes to be adored by a man stranded in the desert. The flower bud undresses. An epiphany hits the fugitive then he confesses. Love reigns, because lust is unworthy. Society drinks an elixir consisting of justice & mercy. As he beholds the splendrous sublimity of day morph into dusk The skeptic realizes that the true source is above. Dropping to his knees he cries, though his eyes fight, His tears on the ground reflect the twilight. As night falls, A star smiles & gazes at the stargazing child's eyeballs. They sparkle and glitter, immense. The angels observe and shiver, in a sense, Inspired all the more to guard her innocence. Her giggles travel through the air, Touching & comforting all who happen to hear. The moon takes its place to conduct the night's dance, The sea settles in a slight trance. The winds chant saying, "look with your heart and you'll see That planet Earth is an art gallery." And one hopeful star throws a dream across the night sky To remind us that life should be protected, Because life can be beautiful, And that beauty is often unexpected.
16.
You ain't never seen a peasant imperial,/ Blessed but not dressed in that pleasant material?!/ Well here I am so crank up the stereo/ Or I'll come through the speakers simply to stare at you/ Then grab the wheel, start beeping and steer with you/ Tweak the tweeters then tweet the tweeters like, "you rappers watch your steps, like some stairs that are scaring you!"/ You dudes be acting like them devils just carried you/ "They're all gonna laugh at you!" Like they just Carrie'd you/ So ride your camel through the desert heat/ Like, "why, oh why, can I never eat?"/ But I fly so high, but they never see it/ But there's a pie in the sky, "oh you better preach!"/ You ain't never seen a carpet go aerial?/ I'm from the underworld, I ain't talking no Ariel/ Bang that Black Jewelz, bump it all in your areas/ Then grab them headphones, thump it all in your "ear-eas"/ In your own zone, you don't care where you is/ Like... *singing melody*/ Till everybody hype, causing hysteria/ But we don't want to fight, just want the more with the merrier/
17.
1◎◎ BARZ 05:02
...You just make me sick, save the placebo/ On my grown man, & I ain't about to babysit your under-grown ego/ It's equal to feeble + evil/ --That's real talk brothaz/ Talking about you'll 'roll to die' but you're just full of craps, like a casino/ half y'all wouldn't lift the metal if you was Magneto/ So quit the frontin', the King is com in' & you're stuck under His reign (rain) like a gazebo/ I spent the last century, eating Senzu beans/ So don't claim number 1, like a kid sent to pee/ till you match up to me; & I got a pile of rhyme-books that stands 100 feet...like a centipede/ I'll give you chumps 100 bars, it's a cinch to me/ oh, you pimpin', b?/ Well, how you gonna walk the narrow road when you got 100 broads? I'm talking simple symmetry/ While you tell them lift the heat/ & light the burner, like Bunsen/ I tell these dudes that's like 18, 19, put the ARs & Ks on the table like it's chemistry/ Going in like Dunston/ from the city where they screamed, "Give us free!"/ & girls pay no attention in school 'cause in the streets dudes give it free/ Lyrically I end them/ If they don't bow to the royal emblem/ ...till Heaven meets Earth/ My weaponry's words/ It's forward march & I'll never reverse/ (2x) Your verses ain't fresh, enclose your flows in Saran wrap/ I'd rather listen to Duran Duran rap/ I'd drink a protein shake mixed with Anthrax/ than to even over-hear (hair) your dang tracks/ I'm wise with bars/ The only "Y's" you got is the hundreds of times people ask, "why even write your bars?!"/ Your tiny bars, you can't criticize my bars/ Remember when everyone was doing the Harlem Shake?...It was because I was spittin' seismic bars/ I'm catastrophic, leaving you cacaphonic catz catatonic/ so grab a tonic, I'm past atomic/ while you tappin' comments & catch up on comics/ I pass the time catching comets/ You couldn't spit this sick, even if you had to vomit/ My brain's so fast, if it had a body it'd be passing Sonic/ & I got plot to demolish you catz who rap demonic/ Too complex too describe it, or make it plain (plane)even with a pile of pilots/ Maybe with a stock of astronauts locked in a rocket/ Then you could get in view of my level of knowledge/ B-Baby Bubba/ You make me chuckle, Baby Bubba/ Who knew it'd be so easy to enslave these brothaz?/ Only took a crazy Hummer, a page with numbers/ Sound too simplistic? Maybe it was a hypnotist with a hazy wonder/ Doing magic tricks; blowing bubbles with millies in 'em, like, "You could have it if you could penetrate the bubble.../ and spit animalistic, like, 'I rip clips, leave you kissing that red like lipstick, I'll put the average Joe in the dirt--no mullet"/ Is that right? I bet if i fill your clips with gold bullets, you won't pull it/ I say you're a slave, young child, you're a slave/ While you brag about who ride the nicest/ & who wrist the iced-est/ There's human beings screaming, "Down with ISIS!"/ getting pounded with nightsticks/ Then when Mike Brown gets 6-9 hits/ Suddenly your type wanna write righteous?!/ Ight just, don't let me hear another rhyme 'bout light'n clips/ or white bricks, or night tricks with 9 chicks/ or I'ma under your skin like a tight stitch/ No violence. this is real life pimps/ Where we walk by real-life pimps/ like Ice' Slims/ this ain't no media-hype trends/ If you don't see, hear or feel their struggles & the trife stench/ don't put a bad taste in your mouth, then your 5 sense(s) ain't worth 5 cents/ I got my fist high, stretched/ Screaming, "Christ lives! So stop the violence!"/ You like, 'Jewelz is wild'/ but I'm rapping with passion, you rap to bring cash in/ Then claim you're warriors, that's juvenile/ Like playing swords with vacuum attachments/ --It's not a game suckaz (game: "suckers")/ #100barz #noviolence/ I have 100 squads who move in silence/ with telepathic skills/ Who, in less than half a mill-/ isecond, can detect and kill a devil's mental possession potential...then chill/ I breathe fire, breathe fire/ birthing true flames but you lame dragons only breed liars/ & to you non-rapping Rap chicks: We tired/ You need to change, 'cause your music's flat, so re-tire/ I'm like, "she should be ashamed...she's a sham, see... How dare she?"/ They ask why I'm not famous...fam, please...they fear me/ If my raps were a comic, all you'd see is, "Boom! Kablam! Bam!" b, like the deer-she/ Arriverderci/

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The futuristic odyssey of a being thought to be a rap cyborg, created for the purpose of executing otherworldly lyrical stunts.

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released March 27, 2015

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