Slaughterhouse - Illmind Interlude lyrics

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 tryna uhh
Keep up with Illmind right now
Yo Just man, you can delete all this shit
I'm just warmin' it up for
My brothers right now my three brothers
House Gang for life

If you can't stand the heat
Better creep out the kitchen
This music 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
Catching them beatdowns in prison
By prison guards cause fuck authority figures
Minority niggas be livin' hard
Tell me how to see out your vision
When you limit ours
You only want us seeing the
Struggle but I got
(Bands in my duffel, bands
Bands in my duffel)
Yeah, you can ask the slaughters
I don't mess wit' you rappers
Matter of fact
Our third album is a message to rappers
My nigga we let you breathe
Now all of them accolades
From ratchet bitches and
Faggots in this rapping business is over
It's back to the business of gangsta rapping
That I'm mixin' with this backpack, spittin'
With a Rat Pack clique of niggas
You best believe
You pussy period, I bet you bleed
A fake nigga that listen to snakes nigga
I bet you Eve meanwhile I'm on my Django
With my field niggas twelve years a slave
This industry tryna' kill niggas
Even if they noose me
I die hangin' with some real niggas
And all my nephews are in
My will like Uncle Phil, nigga
I'm really cocky
But that's on the low like Makaveli's intro
When it sounded like somebody
Said "Suge shot me"

I shot the shit with the
Niggas that shot shit up
Welcome to my hood papi
Where every nights a movie
But never a good copy i sat on granny couch
Amped about what I'm rambling bout
When the amp blew out I made
Beats with my hands and mouth
The man of the house so early
Lil odd though with the curly
Blow out, running behind the girlys
My nigga Jigs nicknamed me Idoboy
I do miss him so durly
Just Blaze, I just blaze one up
Boy, I'm headed up to mobile monday
I hope you 45's ain't dirty
Don't need them bitches skipping
I know I'm skipping around but fuck it
Cuz I could still bust
It with random thoughts you gotta love it
Hey Crook you my brother
Royce you my brother joe you my brother
4 different fathers, 4 different mothers
But raised by the culture
You bet we were hanging the same poster
Staring at Lil Kim with the legs open
Rewinding the Nas verse, blasting some Hov
Dancing to Biggie, tripping off Canibus flow
Don't act like Cano wasn't a savage you know
But back then my squad
Everyone rapping is pro
Yea Marshall Mathers my bro
Hey Catfish it's a go
The magic of 20, Just gettin started
I'm confused because this healthy mindset
Made our album retarded
I'm just playing with words
Yea they pay me for that the stages of rap
Ask these promoters these places is packed
Just killing time till that album drop
Slow it down, I dissed you
I said It's killing time when that album drop