Illustrate

[Hook] {x3} Illustrate, fill 'em with the hate that filled you [Verse 1] I told myself, "Time to illustrate Fill 'em with the hate that filled you." And if you like the message that fulfills you No truer words were spoken or exchanged ever Between me or another I'll die by those words, a triumphant motherfucker Cause living for myself takes precedence And this body's where my own soul makes residence Hound on that scent to make sense for dead presidents Of cents slid ahead of said reverence Redirect my rhetoric like Federer The evidence left make peoples pupils dilated like if Evidence left Come between me and my family, put a gun in your mouth You ate/eight nine you right between seven and ten You see me coming, better rise, no unleven bread I fake independently, it's like I'm a Seven Head I ride the beat you ride the seat right on the end of the bench This could disconnect the neck right from the head of a witch [Hook] {x4} [Verse 2] You never knew I spit a rap that slapped and split a wig I throw Hulk Hogan across a room like he's a Kristen Wiig Kris Kringle at Hanukkah high off chronica Hiding behind a candelabra, can't believe it's Monica's kid Verbal first name, the worst thang to happen to the Earth came Stealing the birthday I think it was a Thursday I'll cut your fucking head off and leave it in a bird cage First leave you begging for first aid Handing out personal earthquakes Shake your soul out and now your body is my personal work space Examining the fabric of life, the life scientist Put my foot in your ass, it's shitty for podiatrists Sci-Fi Channel, grip a handle and chill My father saw when he analyzed the man that he built All in in any hand he was dealt Strip poker with the doctors at the board north of Andersonville And Roger's Park [Scratching] "Hack off the top of the head Of the next wack off to rap wack off the top of the head"