Ill-M-I - TobyMac

Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I and you

Illuminati comin’thru

Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I and you

Illuminati comin’thru

Flow like the Cassius, swing like the Clay

One day, I’m’a make the whole world pay

With k.o.'s and okay we bash clots-n-dot-dash

You got that right, I’m’a rock the Morse code tonight

Transmit 'n throwin’fits 'n paparazzi like zits

Get flipped out and squeezed fresh like juicy sun kissed

And if I miss with my missles you’re still gonna sizzle

'Cause I frizzle fry radiation style worldwide

You got your pipeline clogged man get that puppy routed

You got the style down and since you don’t know about it Who’s the loser (I am) because we come in numb love

And choicer and did I mention looser (no you didn’t)

Then I do sir, producer, hit me with the juice

Much obliged got the head of a moose

So mount me on the wall of your livin’room

Sure to bring the boom

Speakin’like a zoom deep into your tomb

And if you feel the vibe glide true it’s on you

And if you need to drive right through it’s on you

And if your screamin'"moi non plus"it's like

What you tryin’to do when you can’t fade the true one

Eruption type volcanics I got the vocal spurtmatic

Suction cup hands upside the slammin’daily planet

I do windows (on school days) spill Jim Jones (type kool-aid)

All these primrose (style bouquets) I clip those (for doomsday)

Got succulent flavor, the uprisen Savior

Manifestin’thru these mics, blastin’out your graveyard

Savor every bite that TOBYMAC gave ya Turn and tell your neighbor this ball-o-dirt is goin’into labor