Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Violent Verbiage, artist - Illogic. Album song Diabolical Fun, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.03.2009
Record label: Weightless
Song language: English
Violent Verbiage |
| Instantaneous wonder with violent verbage, face it |
| I bring the thunder, no matter how you word it, these |
| Miscellaneous rappers pillow-writing, about as hard as pillow-biting while |
| pillow-fighting |
| Standing in my presence for one second takes a liking to being |
| Struck by lightening while skinny-dipping in the lake of fire |
| Or dangling from your wrists in a meat locker with dead fish for hours, |
| sprayed with cold water 'til you’re frozen solid |
| Illogic diabolic, detrimental to oxygen |
| Snatch breath from propaganda and press tryna box me in |
| I’m more than underground, don’t get it distorted |
| I just spit so heavy the overground soil can’t support it |
| «Well, I heard MC So-And-So saying they caught up with you |
| ‘cause you ain’t toured and without an album in a long time» |
| Homie, I can never tour again and drop another record and they still couldn’t |
| catch up to what I’m foreseen did in '99 |
| There’s been no progression, instead you backtrack |
| Incomplete emcee, no in-between, just wack |
| Flagrantly faulty, just give up, you can’t rap |
| We stayed silent for too long |
| There’s been no progression, instead you backtrack |
| Incomplete emcee, no in-between, just wack |
| Flagrantly faulty, just give up, you can’t rap |
| When you play right, you write wrong |
| It’s instantaneous wonder, spectacular skill |
| Writing embodies summer even though I’m usually chill |
| Usually ill, lost my prescription for penicillin, no refills |
| Cal Doc quick, this dude’s sick, find his pills |
| I’m not screwed too tight, starving |
| Waiting for preparation of the food you write often |
| I have a vision of a torture machine putting you in, twisting your neck and |
| limbs slowly 'til your bones poke through your skin |
| You don’t want me to take it to that place where every time I rhyme it’s like |
| I’m splashing acid on your face |
| If you don’t know me, this intro’s ridiculous |
| Call me the sultan of spit, the pinnacle of penmanship |
| None identical, the closest are my three sons, you’re hopeless |
| See Ill beams with the brilliance of three suns, it’s simple |
| I’m the best and you’re the worst, I’m blessed, you’re cursed |
| I pocket a wallet, you rockin' a man-purse |
| There’s been no progression, instead you backtrack |
| Incomplete emcee, no in-between, just wack |
| Flagrantly faulty, just give up, you can’t rap |
| We stayed silent for too long |
| There’s been no progression, instead you backtrack |
| Incomplete emcee, no in-between, just wack |
| Flagrantly faulty, just give up, you can’t rap |
| When you play right, you write wrong |