Return of the God

Tilla Sonrise 
Return of the God
I'm an artist
In its pure form
Speaking hieroglyphics 
Written in cuneiform
Soul is my uniform
7 Ether born 
Mystical like unicorn
Congo Square
Louis Horn
I know the path
No longer torn
I Satchel pages
Armstrong 
U lookin for a wack 2022 hip hop clone
Turn the station 
I'm the wrong song
I'm pure art
Like Mona Lisa views
Walk a mile in my feet
Cats can't fit my shoes
Lyrics so ill
They need IVees
Cut cats like djs
I be spitten tilchi
Straight from the hip man 
Poetic IP Man
But don't get it twisted 
Got a team full of
Hit Man
So dont get on the list man
But back to the art
I freestyle hits man
Poeticly paint pictures picaso
Cats be shallow overflow
Get lost in my shadow
Smoked like tobacco 
I be throrough
Gambino
Primo  casino
Cats be hobo banjo side shows
I was
Born with Game
Shot out to nutzo
They look at me and
Say
Cats nuts yo
Spit Verbs that touch soul
Coming to America
Soul Glow
When I hit the stage 
It's a soul show
Smitten rhymes
only the soul knows
Ether vibrations 
From nation to nation
If you don't know the Art of War you don't know what you facing
In this life
It's chess not checkers
I X-Men
Call me the Professor 
In this life
It's chess not checkers
I X-Men
Call me the Professor 
Tilla Sonrise in the booth 
Spitting flames
SINGULARITY 
solar names
Playing  ping pong pon
Planets
Screaming looking for Janet
Lyrics so hard
Lines flatten diamond granite 
In ICUs
Eye See You
Can't see you
Be B.B. King blues
You lose 
The thrill is gone
Like Dock of the Bay Songs
You weak strong
Here comes the sand man
Your act gets gong
Like sweep 
Sweep
Sweep that ish off the floor
Cat get gone
Lyrically attack you
They dail 9 won one
Say I assaulted the microphone 
Get back get back 
I need you to leave the Mike alone
I be E.T. phoning home
Straight from the twilight zone
Teaching doctors why you don't spank babies when they're born
Keep your hands off me like I was born grown
The womb was the studio 
Afterbirth my pen and pad
Born inside of sane
Moms said I came out mad
Don't give no rattle
Born ready for battle
How yall let the enemy
Herd yall like cattle
I'm the prosecutor and the defense
Smack the judge with his mantle
Hit him with truth
None of his years a school can handle
Light so bright
Overshadow your candle
When I meet haters in the booth 
I prep them for dismantle 
Break down my bars
Like a prison escape scandal 
Cunning like ham
Eagles call me Randle
I m hire than frequencies
Your mind can handle
n this life
It's chess not checkers
I X-Men
Call me the Professor 
In this life
It's chess not checkers
I X-Men
Call me the Professor
Tilla Sonrise Peace 
Return
Of
The
God

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