Illmaculate - Illmaculate, Jon Belz, Mic Capes | LIVE PDX Cypher lyrics

[Jon Belz] Try to go mano a mano - become a hologram p**n flick - I just get off when I'm on the cam Horror flick - you'll get offed - no running, fam I was born to spit They can't keep up with their lung in hand [?] Uncle Sam that is how I want [?] arsonists Shaking up the game - I gave it Parkinson's Quick to talking [?], boy Just call it done Murderer - pick a ward or be hung They'll pay memorial in your memory It reads: "Never forget - when Belz is the enemy" These frail n***as' finicky Drilling them till they [?] This imagery is wicked - I don't know what's gotten into me It's rotten, vivid - looking like I shot a Kennedy Forget about images - I levitate off of energy I'm writing life sentencing behind these bars, n***a I do the work - like it's just me in the yard, n***a All this concentration with this time I'm facing Prisoner of the game - climbing out the Matrix I'm not a game designer faceless I took your favorite - mixed in the greatest Gave myself a facelift You got a fetish for defeat - you can taste it Back and forth is for the b**hes playing tennis - get a bracelet This is for the spitters only - club secret like the mazes But it's known to [?] - we running without [?] I ain't playing no more - I've been laying so low Now I'm shooting up everything - I ain't aiming no more I got 36 chambers of flame to bang at your foe Grab the mic and try to hang - it's cool it came with a rope n***a, I cut a body - that bag was a duffel They looking bad trying to run and play after the [?] Still got sacked 'cause they trash - I'll actually stuff you How the HazMat cleaning up after the rumble? Your a** is in trouble I'm actually humble I get to spazzing - you gon' know 'Cause I haven't begun to You' average - I pa** 'em up Why you ga**ing these dummies? "I got fire to burn" - that's just gas in their stomach See they don't know that I'm that n***a they actually want And when they fail to mention me, well, they're actually frontin' I'm putting an artist f**ing work in and ain't asking for nothing Nah it's Team Backpack on your a** and I'm hunting Put a cap in your gut and it came with the stamp of the goverment Got the issue - but trust me You' campers ain't wanting it Honestly - chill It's dumb to me that you wanna be ill You either are or you're not [?] wanna be k**ed Belz [Mic Capes opening] That motherf**er Jon snapped, didn't he? Imma do my sh** north side, n***a [Mic Capes] Tell me what you'd rather have - the fortune or the fame? I swear the game is changing - it's like an orphanage for lames [?] from the north is where I came Flow is gorgeous so I'm sure to make a fortune in the game, See? I came to put it down for my native city So I hope that God is watching and the angels with me I'm on a mission to put us up on the map Happy I started rapping - I could've been cooking crack Could've been doing time - could've been in the ground But I'm doing music - [?] googling n***as now Flow is stupid - truth is I'm doing it for the [?] Doubt that that n***a tough - well I'm proving it to him now Salute me and give me pounds - but I remain humble I made it through all the pain - and I ain't crumble And managed to stay the same - through the rain Never change - now I'm ready to change the game And make my change double We in the same huddle - playing the same game Ain't running the same place - but got the same struggle Playing tug of war with life, but f** it, I'm alright Though my life is [?] full of brain puddle Instead of battling with regret I climb the ladder of succes Never focus on the past - 'cause I'd rather know what's next Never panic when I'm [?] - you're average at best You be the n***as in the stance While we snatching down the necks Ball game, n***a Aye, aye Ball game, n***a Uh Checked it, checked out And left the microphone in a ball of flames, n***a Mic Capes, let's go [Illmaculate] Look around, aye Now say the scene ain't raw Me, Belz and Capes came to cremate y'all That's why our lines connect like a three-way call I keep a small sidearm tucked like Dj Paul Brought up in a [?] - raised in a rough spot I was out in Georgia - selling tapes out the Lunchbox Now I run the game - every play, [?] clock The point guard of my city before [?] hit a clutch shot Bombs drop - lock the wall down, survive the fallout It's like I'm God casting lightning rods down I'm Michael Vick fighting pits outside a dog pound I sketch a drawing of Muhammed at an Isis compound They say - they say I'm nice, why I rhyme so mean? Well let's take a stab at it - like a Psycho scene I put it on all on the line - I got that tightrope lean So when I drop that sh** crack - like an Iphone screen I got no time to spend - just this common sense Build a wall - it's that to keep them out or lock us in? Red and brown - say that I'm in it like a wedding vow Columbus ain't discover sh** And John Smith's a pedophile Tear the world apart - feels like we're a world apart No sense in sleeping when these demons get an early start Police k**ing - be the murder charge I'm speaking out But preach into the choir - don't spread the word of God We just stating the obvious chasing profits Slaves to opulence - labels makes us anonymous What would you trade for dollars? Would you exchange your karma? d**h before dishonor - I'd rather rob you than beg your pardon I'm from the bottom but I'm stacking Franklins Putting models on the roster like a talent agent I got her number - how them apples tasting? I'm a problem - chalk it up like Good Will Hunting math equations I'm not a player - I'm a better coach Don't make dollars, don't make cents/sense Like Big Pun's breath control [?] the goat The best that never made it resurrected [?] - check my pulse Being possessed by every dead legend's ghost Set in stone, yeah - here to be I'm all heart like a stethoscope But hold up, check it, yo Labels wanna sign me - the best approach? Cut the [?] [?] attitude - like a child that don't respect adults f** 'em, aye, yeah, f** 'em Team Backpack, Portland, f** 'em Illmac salute, whattup!?