!llmind - 97SWEATERS (prod. !llmind) lyrics

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!llmind - 97SWEATERS (prod. !llmind) lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Diem] It's possible I was birthed in a mental hospital To lead the church of hip-hop say hello to your new apostle New arrival I'm nuking rivals Polluting cyphers Dreaded menace I'm like the homicidal Mekhi Phifer A pied piper a rough rider the best writer Loney Toons rooming with his goons The most despised Kaiser King among men spitting crack until his lip blow Pistol Pete on tracks for Pete's sake he's got a pistol Don't move No shoes Obvious he's piss poor Got a little cash spent it on time and crisp flows And some Ritalin Swallow while he riddling the little men who twiddle Thinking they can match his pillagin' Move up your men and I'll break em' down by the barrack Burry em' by the bayou and burn up all of their merits Lyricists trying to line up their bars just because of Kendrick I'll hop on top of your track take your bucket hat and then kick it Kick up dust in your lenses Dust you off like forensics and finish you Tell your manager that your career is finished I'm Eminem and you Cannabis Man to man with us I'll press you down where you stand corrupt And damage all of your stamina [Verse 2: Jay Diem] Pick pocketed Pac's rhymes out his pocket So all these hip hop tops lips lock Whenever I plop these winter flows I had since Kid Rock rocked a flat top Doing rap-rock in hi tops till his strings popped Dilapidate any mixtape like an M-80 You just an M-8 forgetting lyrics like you Wayne Brady The kid crazy like Gnarls and Charles Barkley Not a role model but I still lead like I'm Paul McCartney Hardly barking like these no bite n***as you see on TV It'd take a team of their leaders to even pee on my EP Secrete the feces on tracks and then cruise through the city streaking From a window seat just so all of the little kids can see me Hollow lobotomist Bottle swallowing arsonist Artisan pauper who'll put a molotov where your mama is Hope you inside of the house while you tear and cough Claw you in the face and sanitize it with some Smirnoff I don't smoke crack dumb n***a I sell it Forget a born sinner Im a new born felon No disrespect to J I just feel a little rebellious to labels selling us cages Im raising hell in a cellar Oh it's so unfamiliar they hate the way that Im ripping These turn up vegetable rappers until they come up missing The point you missing is that I'm so young and just getting better Im burning up like I'm running on the track In 97 sweaters