So mount me on the wall of your livin' room
Manifestin' through these mics, blastin' out your graveyard
With k.o.'s and okay we bash clots-n-dot-dash
Eruption type volcanics, I got the vocal spurtmatic
Illuminati comin' through
Sure to bring the boom
Flow like the Cassius, swing like the Clay
All these primrose
What you tryin' to do when you can't fade the true one?
I clip those
I do windows
Transmit 'n throwin' fits and paparazzi like zits
Speakin' like a zoom deep into your tomb
Get flipped out and squeezed fresh like juicy sun kissed
(Type kool-aid)
Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I and you
And if your screamin' "Moi non plus", it's like
You got that right, I'm a rock the Morse Code tonight
Turn and tell your neighbor this ball-o-dirt is goin' into labor
And if you feel the vibe glide true it's on you
You got your pipeline clogged man get that puppy routed
(On school days)
Suction cup hands upside the slammin' daily planet
And if I miss with my missiles you're still gonna sizzle
'Cause I frizzle fry radiation style worldwide
Savor every bite that TobyMac gave you
(No, you didn't)
Much obliged got the head of a moose
You got the style down and since you don't know about it
And if you need to drive right through it's on you
And choicer and did I mention looser?
Who's the loser (I am) because we come in numb love
Songwriters: Glenn Galaxy, Toby Mckeehan, Christopher Stevens
One day, I'm a make the whole world pay
(Style bouquets)
Then I do, sir, producer, hit me with the juice
Gt succulent flavor, the up risen Savior
Publishers: ACHTOBER SONGS, GOTEE MUSIC INC, REGISFUNK MUSIC
Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I and you
(For doomsday)
Illuminati comin' through
Spill Jim Jones