Description

Hip hop, Fast tempo, aggressive, energetic, angry, intense, anthemic, dramatic, tough, attitude, badass, swagger, Male vocals, bass, electric guitar, drums, synth

Lyrics

Illspoke born..
Murder incompetence
Kill you over beats with the band as my accompliss
my names for a reason kid
Check my breathing kid
You cat’s are only ill cus it’s allergy season
ACTUALLY speeding proceed to push my foot on the gas
Ya’ll need the jaws of life to get my foot out ya ass
wanna see green fast man u should have just asked
Here’s a reality check…I’ll endorse it to cash

The tracks of how you SEE STACKS gimme no feedback
Knowing you hold less wait than Whitney Houston’s kneecaps
Sell you a sack punk you and get my trees back
Old school buster like muskets they need to breath black
I suffocate a statement abrasive by some nature
U fakers never caught a case only A Salt with shakers
You claim your ballin lakers enthralled in all the papers
False statements only from points of your imagination

Contact of natural high don’t even try
To match spit bang wits All of you die
Try your demise no matter the size
I’m warning ya
You cats are cornier…it’s all in your eye

It’s the Cassius…Clay of the rap shit
Sling shot backwards shrapnel still attackin
The track that smash your thorax
Backs I’m crackin
You can hear the trap
SNAP SNAP
To slash fragments
Send the scraps back to your paps in a gift basket
With a Hallmark card explaining exactly what happened
Melody music that’s in for the duration
Play to cave your face in with an evasive arrangement
In many cases it don’t matter your race nation
Color of face you get replaced quick for makeshift
Beats half naked on a case to case basis
In both cases your fleets hainus in need of some maintaince
Who’s the dopest emcee
Who’s most amazing
with live shows for flow patrons for the duration
with most tracks open illspokinn brilliance in flash
get that broken like window glass so don’t ask

Hook

The Movement conducive to dopeness
Parralel spokinn spit elusive yet close grip
The hopeless focus…Ring the alarm
Child of the corn forms in the eye of the storm
Tired or strong weak sturdy
I am the song
seek worthy
Comp to stomp
Desire is armed
with bombs
that speak clearly
while on your arms are pom poms
just follow along and lead cheery