Sunsets (Prod. CMR Beats) - iLL DiLL Tha ViLL (OFFICIAL VIDEO) *IAmJacielTV* скачать в хорошем качестве

Sunsets (Prod. CMR Beats) - iLL DiLL Tha ViLL (OFFICIAL VIDEO) *IAmJacielTV*

Follow me:   / 610illdill   Like me:   / illdillthavill   Sample from Sara Bareilles' "Many The Miles". Produced by CMR Beats. Written/Performed by iLL DiLL Tha ViLL. Filmed/Edited by IAmJacielTV. (LYRICS) Pistol packing, bullets hitting their back and/ razor cuts on the mattress, had enough of the madness/ infidels and their cabbage, I heard a lot of them not legit/ ain't a day I don't choose to make moves like Yuri Yakovich/ you can call it cockiness, in my defense its confidence/ but don't make me pull out the fist bite ya like water moccasins/ I can tell that ya listening every minute I spit/ cuz I'm a lyrical rapper thats why you listening in/ so hear the kid spit venom like a Naja Mossambica/ waiting on my day to blow like a candle at Hanukkah/ is my flow getting hotter? why dont you check the thermometer/ am I relevant enough? well check the screen on your monitor/ and I feel like my life is like a radio signal/ transmitting sick flows to the land of the people/ insignificant others trying to demote my demeanor/ but I got faith that I'm headed to where the pastures are greener/ it's tha, villain, having visions of feeling/ something more than a mediocre version of 2Chainz spittin/ cop a pack of them nerds, pop a cap in the clerk/ I'd rather pop a cap in the homie who shot him, ya heard?/ thats real, so is the image I reflect that I'm at/ conscious rap, nowadays they're asleep on the track/ and I have, been around for before Taebo was taboo/ and I never met Nas, but I wish that I could just pause/ and wish the world was ours, play kick ball with Mars/ take father time and mother nature and have ourselves a minaj/ freestyle with my dawgs, kick and spit a coule bars/ is it me or is making it in this game too hard/ feel like the hip-hop flawed, but enough complaining I'm doing it/ whether I got a shoe in it, best believe that im proving it/ they say, damn im too legit, with a backpack full of mad raps/ I'm back at my Triple R, attack back when I hit the yard/ pause.. I'm just trying to cut girl like I used a dagger/ I'm just working for the cake til' I'm oozing batter/ I just want to MC til' I lose my chapter/ we decide our own fate so I choose to matter/ It's a cold world, everyday I'm frost-bitten/ intillectual medical, blame it on the edibles/ but the retrospect is gold if you can stand it/ if I could go back, shit I'd be living outlandish/ baking soda skin tone, multi-colored soul/ I'm a product of the way that I control what I know/ crazy when I go off, they be saying D's on/ knock on the door to the golden gates yelling D's home/ better recognize that tha villain is from that Keystone/ unless you want me busting pistachios on ya cheekbone, gone/ (gone) is the mindstate currently/ with the wait of the world, I need a break and be worry free/ a mic and a murder plea, cuz due to the urgency/ of killing my insecurities, I became Hercules/ even so, I'm feeling lost in this place/ cuz ain't a lot of folk at Temple recognizing my face/ I walk around the Bell Tower just to toss my tape/ even the ones that cop it seem to kind of look in a daze, I say/