Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Illin Spree (Intro), artist - Epidemic. Date of issue: 29.09.2011
Song language: English
Illin Spree (Intro) |
| A terrifying and bewildering sickness |
| Which brought delirium and an agonizing death |
| Fear and hysteria gripped the land |
| And as the death toll mounted, it became apparent |
| That no one was safe, and no one could offer protection |
| Let the end begin with an illin' spree |
| This prayer was meant for killing the industry |
| Shifting the symmetry of the menace filling this ministry |
| I let a 5th Element beat replenish me |
| My schemes is like the scent of weed |
| My scriptures like a mix of speed and LSD, it’s chemistry |
| It’s simple, we sending men to your embassies |
| We dead MCs |
| My ether will keep them creeping like centipedes |
| It’s entities, only contender’s venting his energies |
| My hands are tenement when my pencil ??? |
| I’m like a lyrical eugenics registry |
| The only way to check identities is dentistry |
| My destiny’s to build until my lyrics have more density than Pegasi |
| After it explodes to show the supernova’s legacy |
| Black hole, Hex rep Epidemic’s in attack mode |
| Your regiment’s irrelevant, it’s evident you lack soul |
| I could disperse and leave a verbalous bank |
| We killing all y’all, that’s word of my strength, kid |
| This is lyrical murder attempt |
| A verbalist should seek emergency quick, the illin' spree |
| You feel his beef, then I’ma serve him a dish |
| Can’t hit him with that, I hurt him with this |
| Burning, turn him to crisp |
| And watch him die as quick as a turtle can sprint |
| A journalist, that surfaces from the serpent’s abyss |
| My worst consists of blurs of words you never heard to exist |
| A perfect fit that minimize when I’m exerting your clique |
| To word a kid, I’m genocide minus the German descent |
| I’m permanent, yo my word should be stitched |
| Inside a? |
| preferred that’s not the biter’s? |
| That’s on some burglary shit, it’s hieroglyphics nigga |
| It would take a curse to be? |
| Falling on some mercury shit and catch a germ to be sick |
| I’m merciless, best to be smart |
| I travel at flying speeds, the last of my dying breed |
| I resurrected this art |
| ? |
| the infamy could bring a seeking quest to a heart |
| And at the end is where my legacy starts, motherfucker |