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Ill Figures

Kool G Rap

Chamber Music

2009

When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like
I want my shit to be phat, I want people to be able to understand
Yo, Anybody can rhyme,

Black Jesuz

2Pac

Still I Rise [Clean]

1999

against all odds, I play my cards
Like I'm jailin', shots hittin' up my spot like midnight rains hailin'
Got me bailin' to stacks more green

Gods ain't

the people clap now
Give it to them raw they throw me the beat I smack down
I ain't worried bout no one, no one, no one at all
Go against me it's fuck them

get you mad I be thinking bout

Homicide for them people think they crossing us
Don't try to hide, yeah we gon find you my gun gon buss
Bodies flying,

know me well
Around the drugs, guns, and punks
They at my house and steal my stuff
Got the police called on us
It was  me against the rust
While my bros

raced against the clouds
Zero to a hunnit in a rental when I set out on a route
Speakers knocking loud, you know what I'm about yeah
Two thirty and I'm

Cop killing drug dealing
Uhh
Cop killing drug dealing
It's the same fiasco
Same fiasco
Same fiasco
Cop killing drug dealing
Cop killing drug dealing

I'm coming back but my demons surely up a lot
The devil working but the prayers don't
I never got a chance
To make some of my people proud
I got

those who do me wrong
Empathy for people who don't deserve it all
Meant to be with people who can understand my flaws
I, rap against the evil that be

Nothing against you all I'm just looking for a blanket to cover up my patience
But We good
Don't trip
It's ancient
I said we good
Don't trip
It's ancient

cough, to get me higher yo

BRIDGE

I am for legalization of weed in the nation
Cannabis comes from the creator, you against it you Satan
Simple and plain,

Verbal Graffiti

Cormega

The True Meaning

2002

even bark
Told son "leave the block"
Get that money upstairs
In case the 'covers see it's marked
Beat a man who plot against me, God forgive me
My

drug spots
In the kitchen with them razors where the water boiling hot
Blood plus crip plus wrong sign equals a shoot-out
Then the Glock's pop then

class
Now it's pistols punishing people for talking fast
And all these innocent bystanders is hauling ass
I hate to say I told ya'll, but I told ya'll

war
Terror, terror in the streets
Brother against brother, nothing but blood and gore
Right versus left, liberal or conservative
Good versus evil, God

sees a different way of life
Some people cant be bullied, intimidated, or Persuaded against
Cause some people just want to see the World burn with hate

'Politics are necessary'
Politics are rules imposed on the people'
'Haha. In this country rules are not imposed...
They are push-able free citizens.'

of this mental prison
It's war against alcohol and drug addiction
Having our spirits in chains like we're incarcerated
Constantly feeling like we're

part of me really pulls the strings?
Which part of me defies all odds? 
Push back up against the Gods
Grind hard up against the grain 
Change lives with

we even, cause he showed me, drugs make you less lonely
I'm finna tell you my whole mental this my testimony
Growing up i had myself, i tried to skip

people
Striving, searching for acceptance
Drugs, alcohol, addiction, repetitive
18. Lowest of lows.
Saw the lights, arrest that night
Possession

Give the people what they want
Give the people what they want
Give the people what they want
Give the people what they want
Yeah

Y'all only care

spans
cnd increased tendencies to condemn a man 
If he goes against the plan, of the main stream
Day sleeps in a day dream, complacent 
No longer chasing,

and weed til age 15
It wasn't peer pressure, it was the PTSD

Now that drugs were in the mix, people were scary
As if people weren't hard enough to read