Illuminati Lyrics

Verse 1

Skulls and cross bones
The symbols of the eye
Matter of fact
We got the G in the middle
Got skulls and cross bones
The symbols of the eye
Matter of fact
We got the G in the middle

Triple stacks of ecstacy
My only equal in existence
Hyper yeah he’s hyphy
Huffing cannibus and reeking reafer
Quantum with his shifty nature
Phase locking
Phase walking
Flash stepping
Albert with it
If it was up to me
I’d be prefer to be called God
But it’s not
I guess I should pick up my ish
Like birds and get shot
But I ain’t even dead
But I approach the top
As humble as I may
Just stay and watch
Now say your prayers
Cause Cel-Man Iller rocks
Don’t switch the modem
Say “Fuck it” like your supposed to
Move to the groove
The fuems the chauffeur
Baby got it banging with humble bragging, I worship
Graded up a goddess, a God she says is my purpose
Her waist I thirst for
It’s quenched with bodily waste from her turf
Dope gains
Nigga, Dope Gang

Chorus
Got skulls and cross bones
The symbols of the eye
Matter of fact
We got the G in the middle
Got skulls and cross bones
The symbols of the eye
Matter of fact
We got the G in the middle
Got skulls and cross bones
The symbols of the eye
Matter of fact
We got the G in the middle
Got skulls and cross bones
The symbols of the eye
Matter of fact
We got the G in the middle

Verse 2

Follow me
Bring it out Cel
Turn it up
Now what this is
Is a demonstration of what I like to call my “Shwa Shwa”
Ya’ll nigga’s may know it as swag, but ya’ll can’t fuck with my Shwa shwa”

Catch me riding reapers on the creep
I’m on the Coming Up’s
I been grinding rails since I was old enough to know the clutch
Everything and everyone is tangable but me
I can’t be touched, I’m dangerous, extremely out of your reach
Decapitate the affirmations
Activate my swag formation
Lack the imagination to distract where my psyce’s at
Got skulls and cross bones the symbols of the eye
Matter of fact we got the G in the middle
Subtract the dirty sinner
Exact, the sicamore
The fact the dirty sinner’s this bad and bitchy whore
My bad it’s this multiple personality disorder
That leaves these lips leaking rap and vulgar
Tremendous in amounts
It’s forensics out the mouth
Independence, what I’m albout
Assistance got vouched
Insisted in doubts
Instance in an instant
Blended in the camoflauge
Chameleons, reptilians
Filled in the blanks
Blanks filled in your face
At point blank, let loose and pleasure the trigger
I hope i fet through to you, “I’m not your every-day-nigga”
Grom the medula, I produce a, infinite continuum
Ill-U-Min-At-I
Kill the Illuminati
Making limbs limopand disfiguring bodies
Inexperienced in any fucks giving
That’s a mistake on my part
Part Megladonnus Tiger Shark
From Cel-Man to the Fans
I got that Dragon Necronomicon
Rhymes of the undead
All I am’s a skeleton
Skulls and crossbones
The symbols of the eye
Matter of fact we got the G all caps
Skulls and crossbones
The symbols of the eye
Matter of fact we got the G all caps

Verse 3

Skulls and crossbones
Just one representation x8

Get you off’d for the low-low
Nothing lesser
I ain’t kidding
Nothing lower
Nothing more
That’s as good as it’s getting
Gothic on these crossbones
Love the label and I hate them
Gothic on these Shine-Bro’s
Leave them Bloody
All is aching
Get you off’d for the low-low
Nothings better
Why they didn’t?
Get you off’d for the low-low
Nothings better
Why they didn’t?
Skulls and crossbones
Just one representation
Skulls and crossbones
Just one representation

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