MARS ILL

MARS ILL - Mars Ill lyrics

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[Verse 1:]

Put reverb on my vocals, I don't want to repeat myself

Like no one else before or after on the grill of the mic

Mars ILL, in the still of the night when the feeling is right

Look through the eyes of a planet, grip my pen and I write

For the children I fight, with force of millions I strike

But those willing to bite are winning the spotlight

It's not right. You feed the multitudes with 7 years of famine

Musical mentors span from Hanson to Marilyn Manson

I illuminate the path of the righteous when I'm lampin

Hip-hop's dope from the inside, How's it look from where you're standin?

Need a stand-in? Get your hand in, there's no real need for talent

Today's heads are overentertained and underchallenged

Keep it balanced the words you say behind the doors of where you stay

The sanctuary of your cage to the safety of the stage

Turn the page like Robert Plant and plant my feet on better days

Emcees who slept for days, you know they must be swept away

Far and away, few and far between what's dope and classic song

Where fly and fresh are automatic, that's exactly where I'm from

From beat breaks to the realms of deepspace where stars chill

The new edition, bump John Gill, it's Mars ILL.

[Verse 2:]

Keep your finger on the pulse of ink pumping through my veins

Thumbing through the pain, running in the seventh lane

The bane of my existence derails my train of thought

I bait the hook for the resistance, hope and pray that they'll get caught

Ought not step to my cypher, or get removed like a tumor

Crash in the sea of inexperience like JFK Jr

Sooner than Oklahoma, known to bomb your whole persona

On the works of God I meditate to break the way you wanna

Smoke your marijuana cash crop, move product on the blacktop

A genocidal backdrop, and cats still give you mad props

Track stops, rock on upon the rock beyond

Imagination's strongest station, frequency so you'll respond

I'm there for you to lean on like Morgan Freemon

Cooler than some freon, light up the mic device like neon

My word, it be bond, so Satan can simply be gone

El Shaddai commissioned, attack mission be three pronged

Go back and forth like ping pong with Dust the elusive

And sing songs of hope for the abused plus the abusive

Recruited to martyred on the cross of mass appeal

Mars ILL, here to redefine how music makes you feel

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