illmind interlude
slaughterhouse
i don't even know what to say man
i'ma. i'ma go miles davis
a lot of improvisation man
i'ma let the music talk to me
let my words bounce off the bassline
bounce back to my thought process
keep up with illmind right now
you could delete all this shit
i'm just warmin it up for my brothers right now
if you can't stand the heat
better creep out the kitchen
this music's so therapeutic
then i am my own solution
we buildin a +glass house+ so you can see how we livin
turn the beat down and listen
i was predicted to be convicted
catchin them beatdowns in prison
by prison guards cause fuck
authority figures minority niggaz be livin hard
tell me how to see out your vision
you'll only wanna see in the struggle
you can ask the slaughters
i don't mess with you rappers
matter of fact our third album is a message to rappers!
my nigga we let you breathe - now all of them accolades from ratchet bitches
and faggots in this rappin business is over
it's back to the business
of gangsta rappin that i'm mixin with this backpack
with a rat pack clique of niggaz
a fake nigga that listen to snakes nigga
meanwhile i'm on my +django+ with my field niggaz
this industry tryna kill niggaz
i die hangin with some real niggaz
and all my nephews are in my +will+ like uncle phil
i'm really cocky - but that's on the low
like makaveli's intro when it sound like somebody said suge shot me"