Illmac, Soul Khan - Raising the Bar #9 lyrics

These chatter baters can't relate I'm
Slick as a whistle
Decapitate a rapper then I shit
In the neck wound
But damn it y'all know I'm like Amazon Go
I still got lines when I didn't expect to
It might not be relevant past this week
But me and rap go together
Like ass and cheeks
Or trash beliefs and MAGA tweets
By a dad in an alpaca fleece
Somewhere on a, Hampton beach
I hope you didn't bargain on a masterpiece
I'm kinda marble on the
Parthenon in Athens Greece
Motherfucker I been half-deceased
Fever-tripping, weak condition and
I have receipts nah, I'm enlightening
My pen ricin
And y'all can die from a couple drops
So, just step right in i'm M bison
I ain't a psycho but I crush a lot
Now you probably never met
A guy that's Hallmark-sweeter
A Karl Marx reader that's friendly
As a Walmart greeter
In a world where we all want leaders
But all we getting is
Executives and small-arms dealers
A lotta y'all are just scared of
Some honest women and people
Of color coming to share in
The swamp you live in
Fuck you mean, the terrorists aren't winning?
Pantaleo's alive and Erica Garner isn't
I know it's mortifying
But let me add a little hope to this
'Cause, I been organizing
And we rolling with the Democratic Socialists

Delivery special let me stamp the postage
It's Ill, I don't know what the
Antidote it's braggadocios
Step in the ring, I don't have emotion
Trash opponents
Watch 'em shudder while the camera focus
Greatness is the lonely path I've chosen full
Of shattered dreams and broken glass
Had some homies
Turn snake on me like the staff of Moses
Part the Atlantic Ocean
Reverse the poles, leave the axis broken
Witness eternity in a passing moment
Grandiose, when my pad is open
And the casket closes
No wonder why my magnum
Opus is attracting vultures
Bodies on my pen
Captain Ahab I man a ghost ship
Throwing back fans with attention
Spans of goldfish
Fuck what the status quo is
It's backwards they all sound the same
Like a palindrome is i forgave 'em fuck 'em
As the Day of Judgement fast approaches
I dig my grave and lay in it
Even planted roses when I die
Burn me to ashes and keep the coffin
I think I've earned that
I'll never be boxed in life's a long binge
Alcohol, cigs and an ego-enlargement
Too big to fit in your top ten hold up
I hold up a sign that says 'Look at me'
In the land of the blind
Surprised that they couldn't read
I write in metaphor
That's how the message comes
How many people relate? I haven't met a one
Low-key, but I turn up too
The Kult releasing volumes
It's what we turn up to
I'm a lover but I unlove too
I see the style-biters
That's why we one-up you
And that's what gives us life
The pen has a mind of it's own
I let it write on it's own
Me and the Ouija board
Them my ghostwriters alone
Ink and that piff when I'm right in my zone
So show a ounce of respect
If I'm tied for top three
Then I'm first, second, last
In the school of hard knocks life's a test
Then you pass get the upper hand I make you
Wait until the end of class
'Cause, I'm the best hands down
No questions asked