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
TillaSonrise