Illmind Interlude

Mmm I don't even know what to say man

I'ma I'ma go Miles Davis a lot of improvisation man

I'ma let the music talk to me I'ma talk back though

Let my words bounce off the bassline

Bounce back to my thought process I mean I'm just

I'm just tryin to uhh keep up with Illmind right now

Yo Just man you could delete all this s**t

I'm just warmin it up for my brothers right now

My three brothers House Gang for life woooo

If you can't stand the heat better creep out the kitchen

This music's so therapeutic it could be our religion

If I am my own problem then I am my own solution

We buildin a Glass House so you can see how we livin

Hold up turn the beat down and listen

I was predicted to be convicted catchin them beatdowns in prison

By prison guards cause ****authority

Figures minority n***az be livin hard

Tell me how to see out your vision when you limit ours

You'll only wanna see in the struggle

But I got

Bands in my duffle band bands in my duffle

Yeah you can ask the Slaughters I don't mess with you rappers

Matter of fact our third album is a message to rappers

My n***a we let you breathe now

All of them accolades from ratchet *****es

And faggots in this rappin business is over

It's back to the business

Of gangsta rappin that I'm mixin with this backpack spittin

With a Rat Pack clique of n***az you best believe

You p***y period I bet you bleed

A fake n***a that listen to snakes n***a I bet you Eve

Meanwhile I'm on my Django with my field n***az

12 Years a Slave this industry tryna kill n***az

Even if they noose me I die hangin with some real n***az

And all my nephews are in my Will like Uncle Phil n***a

I'm really cocky but that's on the low

Like Makaveli's intro when it sound like somebody said Suge shot me

I shot the ****with the n***az who shot ****up welcome to my hood papi

Where every night's a movie but never a good copy

I sat on granny couch amped about what I'm ramblin 'bout

When the amp blew out I made beats with my hands

And mouth the man of the house

So early little odd though with the curly blow out

Runnin behind the girlys

My n***a Jigs nicknamed me a d**eboy I do miss him so derrly

Just Blaze I just blazed one up

Boy I'm headed to mobile Monday I hope yo' 45's ain't dirty

Don't need them *****es skippin I know I'm skippin around but ****it

Cause I could still bust it with random thoughts you gotta love it

Ay Crook you my brother Royce you my brother Joe you my brother

Four different fathers four different mothers

But raised by the culture bet we was hangin the same poster

Starin at Lil' Kim with her legs open

Rewindin the Nas verse blastin some Hov'

Dancin to Biggie trippin off Canibus flow

Don't act like Cano wasn't a savage you know

But back to my squad everyone rappin is pro

Yeah Marshall Mathers my bro hey Catfish it's a go

The magic of 2 0 just gettin started

I'm confused because this healthy mindset made our album retarded

I'm just playin with words yeah they pay me for that

The stages of rap ask these promoters these places is packed

Just killin time 'til that album drop

Slow it down I dissed you

I said it's killin time when that album drop