Prompt / Lyrics
ILL Verses pt.2 By: Tilla Sonrise My pens on a caper Just eating the paper Seeking the souls of men Who's living for seeking the paper Kamikasi confetti dreams Wall street Ghettos confetti teams Red and Blue not ready teams One time Here comes the red and blue Get ready team From Toronto they Wizard Like Corey Magette Cats be graffiti cause their life Is so sketchy When the government is tryna Hurricane em Like Katrina and levees American Justice is a witch Dude dont eat the spaghetti Mainstreet i.e. Sam Springsteen Lets go back to Hitch Village You remember Netty and Betty Cats Wanna Play Like Chucky Robin with Bats man Im still asleep in my coma And my pen needs a cat scan Me equals mc squared my pie be custard Like William My pens a little bighorn Writing like its his last stand Refusing the nightstand Cause the world is an orgy Poor Georgy Im stranded in Washingtan With pilots I just wanna wash my hands cause These cats wont overstand Living single Like Synclair and Obertan Cause the sin is clear Why wont you get sober man My pens in a rage Eating the page Like a pitbull doberman Pen take your medicine Tilla shut up Nah part two is over man REMIX SOUL SOIL by:Tilla Sonrise I was a patient patient Running Waiting Frozen water Flowing slaughter Like breaking ice caps Words be straps Trapped in negro knaps Sleep like negro naps Now I speak from my penal gland Open mic be frontal lobe My words be Wind breezing across the globe In a world where life means Live evil Puppets Peons People Don't you know God has no equal Mic one take Next single Ďont equal sequel Sit down class Listen People Mental slavery is lethal Like We A Pons No we not We are Soul Soil Truth in blood boils Rut Eye Oo Oils Tut N od ils American dream Sleeping pills Wake up from your slumber And the spell u under I think lightning And speak thunder Hoods are for neighbor's We are community Those of us with common unity We commune Unity But have we lost our solidarity in obscurity When they divide conquer For centuries jailing me How have we learned to love bars of enslavement thinking Street cred means surviving years of cages Have we forgotten We are the Kings and Queens white washed or torn out of His story's pages The Soul Soil Where we anoint our heads with oil Resist the snakes coil Destro And Mind Bend the cobra Keep your mental sober Walk the light path before your life is ova Yaweh Allah Jah or Jehovah No who you are in these streets Not just Rythym And Poetry You are the Sound of the music The rhythm in your feet are the beats If you are Taught by your oppressor Trained by your oppressor Then you are in the class where the professor has mastered defeat That's why they got you grooving to low vibrìbrations Keeping you drunk and high chasing blond hair and blue eyes That's how they kill nations Feeding you rancid trash can rations Like your hero was Oscar Got you feeling like you ain't nobody Til you get you an Oscar Tilla Sonrise Ill verses 2 soul soil
Tags
Hip Hop, Boom Bap, deep male voice
Duration
4:00
Instrumental
No
Created
4/24/2025