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Illmac - Nobody lyrics

Artist: Illmac

album: Only & Ill


Light footwork and heavy hands in a brawl
I go hard and tread softly, when it's on, we lifting off
I bet when they land and they fall
The crystals on these meddie grams predict it all like a crystal ball
Shit, picture my enemies up in Hell burning
Sipping well bourbon in the devil's tavern, self-serving
Shit, I pour a shot then pour a shot
Blowing something like the horns when the drop
Shit, now I'm leaning like I'm pouring up
Power-hungry, thirsty, drinking, thinking how I'm poor as fuck
Portland hat when I tour the map, record a track
Blood, sacrifice, and beats, now throw one on the torture rack
Hold out a hand, or hold out a fist
Hear a whole lot of shit, no one sold a whole lot of discs
"Everybody's the best" means ain't nobody shit
See, y'all ride each other's dick for props nobody gets
Everybody...
Hold out a hand, or hold out a fist
Hear a whole lot of shit, no one sold a whole lot of discs
"Everybody's the best" means ain't nobody shit
Go and ride each other's dick for props nobody gets
You nobody
And don't think that I won't body your clique
My attitude could give a fuck, if they cosign me, I'm sick
I go cry you a river, you go lie in a ditch
See if Poseidon exists when you float by with the fish
A savage built for battle, you fragile, it has to feel
I'm avalanching a mountain on a handful of daffodils
Atlas, the axis tilts while the planet is standing still
Hit a banana peel and crash the Batmobile into the Man of Steel
Purple dro give you vertigo, it ain't personal
If I don't hit a spliff another person rolled, I'm a germaphobe
Razorblade: lightsaber, laser pistol
Pistol with a laser, Sandpeople: Tusken Raiders
My eyes red as the wine I spill on my dime's dress
While we dine, I would press her behind... but I'm pressed for time
Metal on metal grind inside the Beretta 9
In the wide white depths next to the iris inside
Of the retinas that I've accepted as eyes -- There's death in the skies
Exit the ride to the left, step in the light... Heaven's arrived
Your imbalances are chemically derived. At the end of the night
You motherfuckers live two separate lives, telling me lies (why?)
Light footwork and heavy hands in a brawl
I got hard and tread softly, when it's on, we lifting off
White people that own private prisons behind 9/11
Now legislate inside the Senate hiding bioweapons
I hang the rifle out the side of the Chevy like I Am Legend
While the virus is spreading, somehow, I survived infection
Smoke and mirrors: cut you between both your ears
You leak out of your jug about three gallons of blood
My crew outnumber you like 3, 000 to 1
I reach out and touch you: you peaced out, and you done
I piss on a rat's casket, you rat bastard
If you ain't Anonymous, then you can't hack it
I pull out the black ratchet like a Bat-gadget
Only One and Illmaculate: we back at it
Hold out a hand, or hold out a fist
Hear a whole lot of shit, no one sold a whole lot of discs
"Everybody's the best" means ain't nobody shit
See, y'all ride each other's dick for props nobody gets
Everybody...
Hold out a hand, or hold out a fist
Hear a whole lot of shit, no one sold a whole lot of discs
"Everybody's the best" means ain't nobody shit
Go and ride each other's dick for props nobody gets
You nobody

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