illAbiliTi - The Remnant Ruins (feat. Bobby J From Rockaway)

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The Living Revenant
Remnant Ruins
Reppin' the golden age of Hip Hop music

Musically, Truthfully
Who could be performing these miraculous eulogies
Mood shifting
Smooth
I'll abilities
Sacrifice new beats for fresh cut lunch meat
Tell me something, real MC's, of substance I can feel and see
That tangibly experience tangents
Sacred geometry
Our houses built on battlefields
Where mines still buried
Daffodils & Dandelions
Poke the beast
I fear you'll wake the sleeping giant
Warn the tyrants
Heed his call-
I've slain Goliath
Watch him fall
In pain and violence
Bloody gall
We'll Stand united
One and all
You Stare me down
As I allow
Some time to pass
There's no looking back
Now we're lockin' eyes
Connecting minds
My patience flips the hour glass
I stand alone, to man the throne
However, on the other hand
My neighboring land's prepare for world war three
It's last final end
That's why Ima give it all i got
Steps ahead of who's trynna plot
Man it's an arm's race, till it's not
All fun and games til you've been
Shot
Out of thin Air, Force
Fighter pilots ejected
Before they drop nuclear weapons
Our enemies territories are held captive
Imprisoned
Arrested
In Cellular Tetris
And

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For that old original raw shit it's authentic
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Staring at me with that face of death
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For this old original raw shit it's authentic
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Starin' at me with that face of death
Pause
For this old original raw shit it's authentic
Want more, bet it's off limits
Staring at me with that face of death
All for this old original raw shit it's authentic
The Living Revenant
Remnant Ruins
Reppin' the golden age of Hip Hop music

Yo
I made that grown up gutter
Twenty twenty-two coup mo
Dig
Melle mel
Glover
Cold crush brother
That robust butter
Flows like no such other
Show bum rush or fight the power
Don't trust gover
Meant yall
That Prince Paul
That old Dust Brothers
That forty deuce slice you from your bread like some cold cut cutters
You know what suckers you could kiss the ring like
Sho'nuff's chuckers
I don't know what's tougher
Me or Reverend Run's leather
On that old front cover
This that Hov run from 96' to 01' Summer Jam
Wu tang
Sons of man
You youngins wouldn't understand
Nah
That 98' cannabis
Noreen Cunningham
You only heard about your second hand stories from your man
You wasn't there
You're just used to the gimmicks and stunts
Grew up on summer time shoot outs
And six minutes of funk
Vintage fifty cent G-unit
Who Kid
So listen up and

Tune in
For that old original raw shit, it's authentic
Want more, bet it's off limits
Staring at me with that face of death
Fall
For this old original raw shit it's authentic
Want more, bet it's off limits
Starin' at me with that face of death
Pause
For this old original raw shit it's authentic
Want more, bet it's off limits
Staring at me with that face of death
All for this old original raw shit it's authentic
The Living Revenant
Remnant Ruins
Repping the golden age of Hip Hop music

Written by:
Phil Stagliano

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