Lirik Lagu Illusions - Mateo
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(feat. Dom Pachino)
[Intro: Dom Pachino]Fuck that R&B shit...I don't wanna hear that shitShit, is analog, shut up, niggaSay, illusions, what what, illusions, I can singIs real, fuck that, it's fakeI'm God, fuck that, I'm a devilYou stupid, it's an illusionFuck, it's real, baby, I'm Allah, I'm AllahAiyo, what up, baby, it's real, yo kill that shit, God-GodYo, yo, yo
[Chorus: Mateo]Illusions, makes my fantasy, realityIllusions, or maybe, my mind playing these tricks on meIllusions, as my brain, going insaneIllusions, everything I see, turns into a dream
[Dom Pachino]Time's change, taught the long range, rips your airplanesAdjust your spaceship, guns with wooden grips & rubber gripsMy mind drifts, into the myst, as God existsWas the first question asked on my listI dug into the past, dealt with math's of getting that upSo I subtracted it, kid, yo try to adapt to this shitI'm rugged, the Terrorist, rocks gold nuggetsCrush your whole fucking shit, you're crushedCould I bumrush, could I come through?Blow like the wind, kid, stomp on your crewYa'll shitty, your whole commitee, you try to fuck with meGet with me, get-get with meGet at me dog, I move like thatBlack, I'm strapped with the automatic mackDouble dub it, we Digital, Bobby told me that!Put away the guns, kid, I always come strappedI'm with it, got with it, shit, on itDo it, oh! My nigga, he with itMateo, he did the R&B shit, on my shitBaby, girl, let me suck a tit, peace
[Chorus]
[Dom Pachino]It's war, my father only spoke of itEver since he took his first breathMomma left, she came back in the pictureShe birthed me, now I'm here, yo, it's warWithin the body, blood and bed cellsWhite and red cells, they all fighting togetherIt gets deeper than that, digital splatWhen I come through, hold a gatIt's war, it's warIt's war, as an encore, grenadesHand grenades, switch blades, rusty screwdriversKnives, try to survive in this trife worldDevices, magna vices, this is digital
[Outro: Dom Pachino]I come through, it's warKillarmy, I love ya'll niggasKilla Sin, 9th Prince, BornBeretta 9, ya'll the same niggaShoGun, Islord... what? Bobby DigitalFree, where ya'll beI love all my niggas, N.Y.C.Philly, that's where I did this track, babyYou know it, I run all over the globeI'm global, fuck ya'll niggasBy my album, Tera Iz HimTerrorist, what, Terrorist shit, that be the name of itPeace..
[Intro: Dom Pachino]Fuck that R&B shit...I don't wanna hear that shitShit, is analog, shut up, niggaSay, illusions, what what, illusions, I can singIs real, fuck that, it's fakeI'm God, fuck that, I'm a devilYou stupid, it's an illusionFuck, it's real, baby, I'm Allah, I'm AllahAiyo, what up, baby, it's real, yo kill that shit, God-GodYo, yo, yo
[Chorus: Mateo]Illusions, makes my fantasy, realityIllusions, or maybe, my mind playing these tricks on meIllusions, as my brain, going insaneIllusions, everything I see, turns into a dream
[Dom Pachino]Time's change, taught the long range, rips your airplanesAdjust your spaceship, guns with wooden grips & rubber gripsMy mind drifts, into the myst, as God existsWas the first question asked on my listI dug into the past, dealt with math's of getting that upSo I subtracted it, kid, yo try to adapt to this shitI'm rugged, the Terrorist, rocks gold nuggetsCrush your whole fucking shit, you're crushedCould I bumrush, could I come through?Blow like the wind, kid, stomp on your crewYa'll shitty, your whole commitee, you try to fuck with meGet with me, get-get with meGet at me dog, I move like thatBlack, I'm strapped with the automatic mackDouble dub it, we Digital, Bobby told me that!Put away the guns, kid, I always come strappedI'm with it, got with it, shit, on itDo it, oh! My nigga, he with itMateo, he did the R&B shit, on my shitBaby, girl, let me suck a tit, peace
[Chorus]
[Dom Pachino]It's war, my father only spoke of itEver since he took his first breathMomma left, she came back in the pictureShe birthed me, now I'm here, yo, it's warWithin the body, blood and bed cellsWhite and red cells, they all fighting togetherIt gets deeper than that, digital splatWhen I come through, hold a gatIt's war, it's warIt's war, as an encore, grenadesHand grenades, switch blades, rusty screwdriversKnives, try to survive in this trife worldDevices, magna vices, this is digital
[Outro: Dom Pachino]I come through, it's warKillarmy, I love ya'll niggasKilla Sin, 9th Prince, BornBeretta 9, ya'll the same niggaShoGun, Islord... what? Bobby DigitalFree, where ya'll beI love all my niggas, N.Y.C.Philly, that's where I did this track, babyYou know it, I run all over the globeI'm global, fuck ya'll niggasBy my album, Tera Iz HimTerrorist, what, Terrorist shit, that be the name of itPeace..
