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 shit

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 fuck, authority

Figures minority niggaz 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 nigga we let you breathe - now all

Of them accolades from ratchet bitches

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 niggaz, 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 niggaz

12 Years a slave, this industry tryna kill niggaz

Even if they noose me, I die hangin with some real niggaz

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 sound like somebody said "suge shot me"

I shot the shit with the niggaz who shot shit 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 nigga jigs nicknamed me a dopeboy

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 bitches skippin, I know I'm skippin around but fuck 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