Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 2 Ils , by - Frenchi BlancoRelease date: 31.12.2010
Song language: English
2 Ils |
| The difference between MCs and rappers |
| Rapper’s clocks count forward, MC’s clocks count backwards |
| I count down as I climb up the mountain of sound |
| I see the ground but I have no use for it now |
| So I carved my C into the ground, then free-fall into the clouds |
| People are proud of this lyrical style |
| You have no use for a crown when you’re spiritually endowed |
| Permission to walk the property? |
| Not allowed to leave the grounds |
| You are surrounded by darkness for thousands of miles |
| The Sasquatch, how? |
| all you got is rock salt rounds |
| The bugle sounds, «Ouch», get up, get out |
| Three in, three out, Gestapo move house to house |
| S.S. fresh Sharp Shooters, it’s a twelve round bout |
| Anyway that you wanna do it, I know it all sounds foolish |
| But this is music to Anubis |
| The keen ears of a jackal in the jaws of Judas, absolutely ruthless |
| A mid-matured disappointment, no he’s not don’t be stupid |
| And inconclusive to think he’s only abusive to rap music |
| The hubris of normal humans tryna' see through it |
| Translucent future is magic mushroom kit acoustic |
| You rocking with the two/too illest to spit |
| Respect it if you feel the lyrics and you feelin' this shit |
| Stand beside 'em, nothing is superior to silence |
| So much knowledge, the nigga’s so modest |
| My Hip-Hop forefathers tortured warmongers |
| No more promise just show homage |
| The parable about the coal and the diamond we heard all that before |
| So stop it, this is Hip-Hop logic |
| Sick to the bone, Bis still spitting like a nigga in his zone |
| Niggas think they spitting with a clone |
| Captain Cold Crush rhyme with Frenchie the co-pilot |
| ‘Bout to fly all out of this, if I crash it I’ll salvage it |
| Five point harness seat belt, how that g-force feel? |
| Knowledge of self is an admission of guilt |
| Yes I’m high, but altitude doesn’t apply |
| Don’t ask why shamanism rhymes blind the naked eye |
| Deliberately exaggerated fine, alarm clocks chime |
| I took it all the way to the gold line |
| Shoot the power in the rhymes |
| The old head remembers how he used to be in his prime |
| He was too ill then, and he’s too ill now, so he don’t want no ground |
| Just a place to sit down so the homey can spit now |
| Yo Frenchi, how it’s going down? |
| Show ‘em how |
| Hold it down, Canibus’ll be around, but you the future now |