

Prompt / Lyrics
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
Tags
Gospel
4:00
No
5/6/2025